Witch Alchemist

It was mid-September.

A large group of orcs rode on various tamed beasts or animals such as magic tigers and cheetahs, galloping in the suburbs outside the city, raising clouds of dust.

Yanis and Princess Maggie rode in the same carriage, looking at the rolling mountains in front of them, with a hint of expectation on their faces.

Not far away, Luker and several of Roy's followers followed nearby.

They have now mixed with Princess Maggie and become recruited rangers.

The orc nobles, especially those lords who have the important task of expanding the territory, often recruit wandering heroes, as well as various rangers and adventurers in places like taverns.

There are all kinds of people in the wild land. Sometimes you can find top strong men with real skills, and some are just guys who fill in the numbers and make a living.

Luker has not shown how strong his skills are for the time being, but he will definitely not fill in the numbers.

Recently, he has actually stood out.

During the journey, he cast his eyes on the carriage from time to time.

When it was time to rest, everyone stopped and several guards went to patrol nearby. They couldn't help but complain: "That boy doesn't look that good, he looks skinny..."

"What do you know, that's called delicate and handsome!

Now those princesses and ladies like this!"

"I really don't understand, shouldn't you be more sturdy and strong to look good?"

"You are a big guy, full of dead muscles, it's out of date!"

Several guards joked and joked with each other.

Luke nodded secretly, not quite understanding.

He vaguely remembered that he had heard Roy say before that what was reflected in this was the change in aesthetic concepts caused by social changes.

Traditionally, sturdy and strong men are regarded as symbols of strength and masculine beauty, especially in a society dominated by physical labor and war, this image is more respected.

However, with the development of the times, the aesthetics of the nobility and the upper class gradually turned to a more refined and delicate image...

In short, pretty boys are more popular!

Besides, the foreign prince is exotic and more popular than the local orcs!

"How come that boy has such good luck?"

Luker couldn't help cursing.

To be honest, he was a little jealous!

"Hehe, the good luck gained by sacrificing family members, if you were a foreign prince who was stranded here, maybe you would be looked at differently!"

A guard companion next to him said.

Who hasn't sacrificed family members yet?

I'm an orphan too!

Luker was even more depressed.

...

"Dear, are you thirsty? Have some water?"

On the other side, in the temporary camp.

Princess Maggie came to Yanis gently and ordered the maid who followed her to bring a kettle.

"I'm not thirsty, thank you."

Yanis politely refused.

"Are you tired then? Sit down and rest for a while."

Princess Maggie said again with concern.

"Well, I'm not tired either."

Yanis was a little broken in his heart.

He is a centaur of heroic blood, born to be comparable to a low-level knight, and can reach the level of a high-level knight or a great knight when he grows up normally!

He also knew that Princess Maggie was concerned about him.

But he still couldn't help feeling a little tired.

He had to be patient and perfunctory until Princess Maggie temporarily left to check the situation elsewhere, and then he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"I'm so tired..."

Yanis sighed silently.

Of course, he didn't show anything on his face.

He still has some scheming.

Fenli didn't know what he was thinking, but when she saw the fatigue flashing across the prince's face, she immediately noticed it and handed over the prepared drink.

"Your Highness, this is the salty bean juice I prepared myself..."

Yanis showed a satisfied look on his face. Only a beautiful woman from the same tribe as our centaur tribe can understand my preferences better!

"You treat me to bean juice during the day, and I will treat you to bean juice at night!"

Yaris leaned close to Fenli's ear and teased.

Fenli's face turned red.

I couldn't help but hit him quietly, acting cute and coquettish.

They were chatting happily, and they didn't notice that Princess Maggie had come back.

She had forgotten something and wanted to discuss it with Aris, but she didn't expect to see this scene.

"What are you doing?"

Princess Maggie rushed up aggressively, with a bit of anger.

"Maggie, why are you here!"

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Aris was startled, but then he was also a little angry.

"Just now you said you weren't thirsty, but you turned around and drank..."

Princess Maggie was originally a little unhappy. It was obvious that she had tried so hard to please Aris, but it was rare for Aris to value her.

It must be this bitch's fault!

She cast her eyes on Fenli and glared at her fiercely, making Aris frown.

A moment later, the guards outside heard a few quarrels coming from the temporary marching tent, and they looked at each other in surprise.

…

"They actually quarreled.

They were jealous over such a small matter...

It's terrible to fall in love!"

Not far away, Planjie pretended to be curious and looked from afar, muttering to herself.

"Isn't this similar to the effect of being hit by a mental retardation spell?"

Soon after, even Masur and Blypu, who were in the team, heard about it.

After learning the cause of the incident, it turned out that childhood sweethearts were arguing about things like "you drink her water, not mine", which was quite speechless.

"Young people are like this. When we were young...

Uh..."

Tiger King Blypool laughed awkwardly, but he remembered that when he was young, he had a party every day and had so much fun.

He didn't have time to do such a thing.

Masur's beard twitched slightly.

However, even Princess Maggie's father, His Majesty the Tiger King, was open-minded.

As a teacher, he had no right to say anything more.

...

"Okay, I know."

On the other side, on the top of the mountain.

Roy sat cross-legged on a large stone, and his spiritual power sensed the slight vibration of the sound transmission shell in his hand.

This apprentice-level wonder of "creation" was forcibly created by relying on the basic knowledge obtained from [Inspiration] and the proficiency brought by [Skilled Worker].

In this middle-magic world that is not good at magic power, it is unexpectedly useful.

Although he didn't approach in person, he already knew the situation in the camp and was satisfied to find that his previous arrangements had played a good role.

But at this moment, the dark elf reported him a crucial news.

Tiger King Blypu and Marshal Masur were indeed there.

They were level 3 orc warriors.

They were equivalent to having a level 3 wizard body.

Although the spell power was far inferior, he could easily blow up his current self with just his muscles and fists.

It was better to take it easy.