Wizard: I have an inventory

However, when he reached the knight stage, the secret medicine Ryan had bought had been used up. After reading the map issued by the academy, he decided to go to the route of Wiki Country and go to the wizard gathering controlled by two wizard families.

There he bought materials for making dark green potion and corpse tear potion. After all, wizards are the foundation.

Ryan lay in the warm bathtub thinking, the water surface rippled gently, and a fresh fragrance filled the air.

Two maids squatted in the bathtub, holding towels and soap in their hands, respectfully scrubbing Ryan's shoulders and back gently.

His hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and fine water droplets slid from the ends of his hair. His smooth skin looked particularly clean and attractive under the nourishment of the water.

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After washing until night, Ryan took the two maids and walked slowly in the bustling market. He bought some daily necessities and planned to leave the city of Sally. Two days later, he would move forward with the caravan in a low-key manner.

There are stalls on both sides of the street, and the hawking and the laughter of merchants are intertwined, and the whole market is full of noisy atmosphere. Ryan is wearing an ordinary white cloth shirt. Although his temperament is difficult to conceal, he tries to keep a low profile and strolls leisurely with two maids.

The two maids follow Ryan on the left and right, with pleasant smiles on their faces. They are dressed simply and plainly, but clean and tidy, especially their elegant manners, which make people see that they are trained servants.

Ryan occasionally stops to point out some small things on the stalls, or chat with the vendors, while the two maids stand quietly aside, with admiration and trust for the young master in their eyes.

However, just as Ryan was about to take them to the jewelry stall on the corner of the street, several malicious eyes were cast from the shadows next to him.

"Hey, which uncle is taking two little beauties shopping?" A low and vulgar voice came from not far away, breaking the harmonious atmosphere of the street market.

Ryan looked sideways and saw several shabby-dressed hooligans lazily leaning against the wall, looking at the two maids greedily and teasingly.

The leading hooligans walked over slowly with an evil smile, looking at the maids wantonly.

"What a rare beauty." Another hooligans answered, licking his lips, with a frivolous and provocative tone. They obviously didn't take Ryan seriously, and their eyes stayed on the two maids.

The hooligans had inquired and found that the businessman in front of them was very decadent. He didn't go out for several months, let alone do business. He had at least a hundred gold coins on him.

If the powerless fat sheep dared to make a move, he would be caught by the "passing" guards. When he went to prison, he would be at the mercy of others!

The two maids' faces changed and they looked a little nervous. They hid behind Ryan, lowered their heads slightly, and twisted their fingers together nervously. Although they usually act calm and at ease, they are obviously at a loss when facing these malicious hooligans.

Ryan frowned slightly, and his eyes swept coldly towards the hooligans, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes. He didn't like this kind of unnecessary trouble, and he didn't like anyone to be so rude to his maid.

He didn't speak immediately, but stood there quietly, observing the actions of these hooligans.

"Why, do you think you are superior to others just because you have two beautiful little servants?"

The leading hooligans stepped closer, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and said with a wicked smile, "Why don't we enjoy it too?"

This sentence made a cold light flash in Ryan's eyes. His hands clenched slightly, and the anger in his heart had risen, but he still remained calm. Ryan slowly stepped forward, blocking the two maids, and looked at the hooligans with sharp eyes.

"Get out."

Ryan's voice was low, with irresistible pressure in his tone. His eyes seemed to penetrate the surface of the gangsters, making them feel an inexplicable chill.

The gangsters were obviously shocked by Ryan's momentum, especially the sharp eyes, which made them sweat unconsciously. The gangster in the lead changed his face slightly and seemed a little hesitant.

"You... don't think that you are great just because you have two servants. We-"

He tried to fight back with a tough tone, but his voice gradually weakened under Ryan's cold gaze.

As he said that, he actually reached out to pull a maid next to Ryan. The maid screamed in fear, and Ryan was furious when he saw this.

He rushed forward and cut him and the people next to him in half. The huge force caused cracks to appear on the ground, and the gangsters screamed and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the others were so scared that they knelt down and begged for mercy. Ryan put away his sword and said coldly: "Don't let me see you again, otherwise...~"

Ryan didn't say another word, just stood there, with an invisible force in his eyes oppressing them. His aura was calm and dangerous, like a beast that could explode at any time, and that invisible deterrent force made the gangsters dare not act rashly again.

After saying that, he left with two maids, leaving the gangsters groaning in pain.

The two maids poked their heads out from behind Ryan and breathed a sigh of relief. Obviously, the scene just now made them nervous. They looked at each other, and then looked at Ryan with respect.

"Master, you... you were really amazing just now." A maid said softly, with an admiring smile on her face.

"Thank you for protecting us." Another maid also whispered, with gratitude in her eyes.

Ryan smiled slightly, patted their shoulders, and whispered: "Don't worry, I'm here, no one can bully you."

...

The three of them stood leisurely in front of a snack stall, focusing on selecting a few freshly baked breads. The stall owner enthusiastically introduced his own delicacies, and the crowd around was bustling and harmonious.

Ryan smiled slightly, and just as he was about to take out a few silver coins to pay the bill, suddenly, there was a whisper and commotion in the crowd. People looked sideways, their eyes focused in one direction. Ryan turned his head and saw the sheriff in the city walking towards him quickly.

The sheriff was a burly middle-aged man, wearing a neat uniform, with a serious look on his face. Although he looked majestic in the crowd, at this moment, his steps were a little hurried, and he seemed to be a little nervous and anxious.

The sheriff quickly walked in front of Ryan, stopped, bowed deeply, and his tone was full of apology and respect.

"Sir Ryan," the sheriff raised his head, his eyes a little uneasy, "please allow me to express my sincerest apologies for what happened on the street just now."

The vendors and passers-by around were surprised to see this scene. It is not common for the sheriff to apologize in person. Ryan still maintained a calm look and said lightly: "Then what?"

The sheriff looked around and obviously realized that there were many people here, so he lowered his voice and said carefully: "Sir, a few gangsters offended you and your maid on the street. This is the negligence of our law enforcement department. The criminals who dared to offend the nobles are now in prison and will be hanged on another day."

He paused, with a trace of awe in his eyes. The city lord warned him that this was a knight, especially a knight who had condensed the seeds of life.

His power is immeasurable. It is said that a knight who has exploded the seeds of life can even break through an army of hundreds of people. We must be cautious with such power.

When Ryan heard these words, he understood the sheriff's intention. He knew what the power of knights meant in this secular world, especially those knights who had condensed the seeds of life. Their power was enough to change the outcome of a war.

Ryan nodded lightly, without saying much, but slightly turned sideways, motioning the sheriff to continue.

The sheriff was relieved to see that Ryan did not show anger, and then said: "In order to make up for our mistakes, I offer you an apology."

He bowed again, with an extremely respectful attitude, "Please accept my apology, and I hope you can be magnanimous and don't bother with those ignorant people."

Ryan's eyes were calm, thinking secretly in his heart. Nodding, his tone was indifferent: "You handled it properly, I will not pursue this matter again."

The sheriff was obviously relieved when he heard this, and a grateful look appeared on his face: "Thank you very much for your tolerance, sir."

Ryan did not say anything more, and the sheriff bowed and saluted, and quickly left the market. The vendors and pedestrians around watched this scene, whispering about Ryan's identity, with awe and curiosity in their eyes.

Ryan sighed softly, picked up the baked milk skin he had just chosen, and handed a few silver coins to the stall owner. All this was just a small episode in his life.