Maureen slowly walked out of the gathering place.
The mist was very light and had a hazy smell. In the open space on the side, Hank and several tall and strong slaves were waiting. They looked at Maureen with respect in their eyes.
"Master." Hank and the others bowed.
"Um."
Mo Lin nodded gently and said, "Follow me."
Hank and the others followed Maureen without saying a word, and soon, Maureen brought them to the carriage.
Maureen collected the Millers Viper on the carriage and then got on it. Hank sat next to him in the front and drove the carriage for Maureen. As for the slaves, they rode the war horses bought at the gathering place and followed the carriage.
"What are your names?" Morin lifted the curtain of the carriage, looked at the slaves, and suddenly asked.
"Master, we have forgotten our names." The slaves looked at each other and a confused look appeared on their faces.
"In this case..." Morin thought for a moment, pointed at one of the slaves with blue eyes and red hair, and said, "From today on, your name is Jace."
"You are Kane." Looking at another burly man with brown hair.
"As for you..." Morin looked at the last slave. She was a woman, but she was very strong. There were thick calluses on her palms. It was obvious that she had rich experience in fighting. She said, "Mary, your name is Mary."
"Thank you for the name, Master."
Explain that they were riding on their war horses and bowed slightly towards Morin.
Morin didn't say anything else. He lowered the curtain of the carriage, closed his eyes slightly, and began to organize the witchcraft information in his mind.
In the following days, Morin walked towards the Makolin Province of the Bauhinia Principality, visiting wizard gathering places along the way to exchange knowledge and secretly sell finished potions.
This journey was of great significance to Morin, not only for communicating with other wizard apprentices. Those wizard apprentices might just be simple wandering wizard apprentices, but their experiences were very unique, enriching Morin's experience and knowledge reserves.
Maureen was also in disguise, constantly selling potions. He controlled it very well and didn't sell too many each time, but even so, there were still some wizard apprentices with ulterior motives who wanted to rob him.
Of course, the final outcome is obvious, those people are dead.
Finally, after walking for several months, Morin and his companions arrived at Winter City, the capital of the Macolin Province.
"Master, we're here." Hank stood in front of the carriage and bowed slightly to Maureen.
"okay, I get it."
Morin looked ahead and nodded slightly.
I have to say that buying Hank, Jessmary and the others was indeed a very good thing for Maureen. At least Maureen didn't have to worry about all kinds of trivial matters. If a few short-sighted thieves came up occasionally, Jess and the others could easily deal with them.
"Winter City really deserves the name of Winter, it's really cold."
Morin got off the carriage and exhaled lightly. Soon, the breath turned into a white smoke that slowly dissipated in the air.
"Chip! Scan the surrounding environment." Morin gave such an order.
"Ding! Mission established, scanning in progress!"
"Compared with the comprehensive levels of the surrounding air and other areas, the humidity increased by 7%, the temperature decreased by 11%, the oxygen content decreased by 9%, and the nitrogen content increased by 13%!"
The chip quickly gave the reason, and in addition, there were numerous data graphs and the like to express it in a very specific way.
"Sure enough, the surrounding environment is really huge compared to other areas." Morin touched his chin and whispered to himself.
"By the way, Chip, how's the mission going?"
"Mission in progress!"
"The Explosive Fireball witchcraft model is being optimized. Estimated time: 7 hours and 45 minutes!"
"The Negative Energy Hand witchcraft model is being optimized. Estimated time: 8 hours and 37 minutes!"
"The acid missile sorcery model is being optimized. Estimated time: 7 hours and 56 minutes!"
"…"
The sound of the chip came over.
"Very good." Morin nodded.
During the time on the road, in addition to meditating on the mental runes, he was also constantly trying to understand the various collected witchcraft models. After he had collected the witchcraft models, the information was rich, and finally, the chip could be used to optimize the witchcraft models.
This is really good news. After all, the power that can be displayed by the improved witchcraft model is far greater than ordinary witchcraft.
What's more, Morin also uses chips to perform comprehensive optimization.
"Okay, let's go in and find Marquis Umas." Morin withdrew his thoughts and said lightly.
"Yes, Master."
Hank, Jace and the others bowed and saluted Maureen, then followed Maureen into Winter City.
The City of Winter is very large, with many shops, people coming and going, and even some humanoid species appearing. However, Morin and his friends had no intention of shopping. After asking around a bit, they headed towards the residence of Marquis Umas.
The mansion of Marquis Umas is very tall and occupies a large area. Standing outside, you can see that there are very magnificent buildings inside. At the door, there are guards wearing iron armor and holding steel spears and iron swords. They look very majestic with their eyes straight ahead.
"We are here to visit Lord Marquis Umas." Old Hank stepped forward and said to the guards.
He handed over a letter.
"Okay, please wait." The guard seemed very respectful. After all, Old Hank and Maureen were dressed gorgeously and behaved extraordinary. They looked like aristocrats at first glance.
The guard turned around and ran inside.
…
Marquis Umas is a middle-aged man in his fifties, with meticulously combed hair and a neatly trimmed beard, giving off a very serious vibe.
However, at this moment, the Marquis was sitting on a chair, rubbing his brows gently, with a hint of worry on his face.
"Dickens, what's the situation?" He looked at the middle-aged butler who had been standing next to him. He was his confidant.
"Master, the situation is very bad. According to the information sent by the spies at the risk of their lives, Viscount Ferran has already made a move. I'm afraid it won't be long before he takes action."
The middle-aged butler Dickens lowered his head slightly and spoke in a low voice.
Marquis Umas looked very unhappy. He slammed his fist on the table and said, "Damn it, that ungrateful wolf cub, Feren. If it weren't for me, he would have been killed by those refugees. Now, he actually..."
The Marquis's face turned pale and his body was shaking continuously.
At this time, the guard ran in, knelt on the ground, and said, "Sir, someone is here to see you. This is the letter they brought."
Marquis Umas was stunned. He picked up the letter with some doubt and read it carefully. Not long after he read it, a look of joy appeared on his face.
"Haha, we're saved, we're saved, Dickens, we can get rid of that kid Ferren!" Marquis Umas laughed and said, "Come with me, let's go and welcome the distinguished guest."
Soon, greeted by Marquis Umas, Morin entered the Marquis's mansion.
After a brief introduction, Morin and Marquis Umas entered the study and began to talk.
"Umas, you should know why I'm here." Morin said calmly, "Tell me, what trouble have you encountered that requires you to call for the mentor?"
"Dear Mr. Morin."
Umas bowed to Morin and did not feel any dissatisfaction with Morin calling him by his name directly. After all, he knew what a terrifying existence this young man in front of him was. He was a disciple of the mysterious man and a wizard who mastered mysterious powers.
At this moment, he felt really lucky. Fortunately, he had helped the mysterious man and received a promise from that mysterious man. Now, when he encountered problems, the mysterious man came to help him.
The Marquis began to tell the story.
"It's like this. I once saved a man named Feren. Later, for some reason, he became a viscount in my fiefdom. But I didn't expect that he had been plotting evil and wanted to rebel and seize my fiefdom and fiefdom."
"Ferren has been taking action for some time now, so I want you to help me suppress him."
Marquis Umas thought for a moment, his expression became serious, and he said, "Oh, right, that Feren has the help of the mysterious one. That's why I asked your mentor for help. Otherwise, why would I worry about Feren's rebellion?"
"Mysterious person?" Morin frowned slightly and asked, "What kind of strength does that mysterious person have?"
This question was very crucial and Morin had to ask it carefully. After all, he was here to help with the mission, not to die.
"Uh... I don't know." Marquis Umas was a little embarrassed.
Morin glanced at Marquis Umas and said nothing.
In fact, it is easy to think that the fact that Viscount Feren dared to rebel shows that he has strong confidence in the strength of the mysterious man, otherwise, he would not dare to do such a thing.
"Has any of you seen that mysterious man take action?" Morin thought for a moment and asked.
"We haven't seen it, but there are a few mysterious people in Winter City who have seen that mysterious person take action. They..." said Marquis Umas.
"Are there other mysterious people in Winter City?"
Morin narrowed his eyes slightly, then laughed and said, "Well, Umas, why don't you hold a banquet and invite those mysterious people over?"
"After all, if you want me to help, that's fine, but I need to learn about the mysterious person's strength through other people first."
Maureen's voice came faintly.
"Uh... okay." Marquis Umas was stunned for a moment, then nodded.