The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon.

Chapter 50 The Whistle of Windmill Town
"Your Majesty, after a short walk, you will arrive at Windmill Town."

"We need to go over there to replenish food and water reserves. The apprentices and wildebeests are also very tired and need to rest in the town overnight."

Standing outside the carriage, Morey asked Ron respectfully.

If Ron didn't agree to a break, he wouldn't hesitate to let the team move on.

Even if it would cause a few wildebeests to die from exhaustion, or a few apprentices to starve to death.

Now, Ron's order was more important to him than anything else, even if he was asked to kill himself, he would slit his own throat with a smile.

It is not for nothing that charm and mind control are listed as some of the most disgusting spells in the Astral Plane.

In many planes, people who have learned these two kinds of magic can directly equate with evil forces, so it is only natural for them to be beaten up by righteous forces.

"You can arrange this kind of trivial matter yourself. Remember to arrange separate rooms for me and Vivienne. I don't want to live with that group of humans who haven't showered for a week."

Ron's calm voice rang in Morey's head.

As for Vivian?
Every day, under Ron's arrangement, she would take a bath in the magic of the next plane.

Let her keep her whole body in a state of fragrance, and Ron's knee pillow service will be more comfortable.

After this incident was discovered by Carol, she protested strongly, hoping to take a bath with Vivienne.

Despite all the magic of dust removal, who wouldn't want a cozy hot tub every night?

Ron had no choice but to let the two of them go in for a wash together. Anyway, the magic power consumed was not worth mentioning.

Unbeknownst to Carroll, this subplane is completely in the hands of whoever created it.

so.
All real dragons have a pair of magic eyes.

They can see and understand the aesthetics of any race.

Even if the opponent is a slug, they can also tell which slug is a beauty and which is a rough burly man.

Both Carol and Vivienne were "big" beauties, Ron was convinced of that.

"By the way, I'm not far from the king now. Don't call me your majesty in the future, and try to minimize face-to-face communication with me."

"You need to hide our relationship, do your best to control everything in the Vasi family, and don't let other people find out the problem."

"Report to me if you have any problems, you can go to Vivienne, and she will pass it on to me."

Ron thought for a while, and asked Morey a few more words.

It is impossible for him to stay with Vivienne in the Magic Academy all the time when he comes to the capital this time, some things need to be arranged.

Going to the capital this time, in addition to obtaining a lot of ordinary magic to cast his crown,
Ron still needs to do a few special things to pave the way for controlling the kingdom in the future.

It is not an easy goal to usurp a kingdom, and it is the strongest kingdom in the Karen plane.

Just the information he learned from Morey during this period of time can make Ron frown.

"Five-Color Legion, Court Mage Corps, King's Imperial Guard."

In this ancient kingdom, the water is very deep.

The strength accumulated over thousands of years is by no means taken lightly.

However, in order to complete the travel goal and quickly improve the strength, this is also impossible.

There are some things that Ron cannot take Vivienne to do. What she has to do in the past few years is to work hard to improve her strength so that she can help herself later.

There is a saying in the star world that is very popular:

The kindness of the weak is worthless, strength is justice!

Although Ron is not that extreme, he agrees with this sentence.

Let her study with peace of mind until she graduates at the age of 18. By then, Vivienne will have enough strength.

Never underestimate a dragon vein mage!
Their growth rate is completely unmatched by the same race.

Even a dragon vein kobold may grow into a legendary rank if given enough time!
The blood of a legendary rainbow dragon is flowing on Vivian's body.

Along the way, in addition to bathing in the sub-plane, Vivian also practiced her magic combat skills in the sub-plane.

She is already proficient in releasing dragon's breath and fireball, and she will be able to directly go to the Mage Association to be certified as a great magician after a while!

Speaking of actual combat now, Carol is no longer Vivienne's opponent
A teacher doesn't have to be stronger than a disciple, this sentence doesn't apply in other worlds.

There are several famous cases of master killing in the star world.

In this world where great power belongs to oneself, not having power is also an original sin!
He shook his head, no longer thinking about this strange pair of master and apprentice.

Ron looked at the unpretentious white stone city wall in front of him, with a wooden town gate in the center.

Windmill Town has arrived.

This town lives up to its name.

Many large wooden windmills visible to the naked eye stand in the town, and the huge windmill blades are slowly turning with the breeze.

There is also a small river flowing along the center of the town of Windmill, and a woman can be seen washing and washing rice by the river from a distance.
This small town does not occupy a large area, but there are many people and motorcades entering and leaving the city.

Maybe it's because it's neither too far nor too close to the capital, and it's an important supply point.

"Please pass this way, everyone."

Guards in iron armor guide passing vehicles through the narrow gates.

The convoy from the Academy of Magic and the commercial convoy lined up to enter this peaceful town.

Ron and his convoy wore the badge of the college, so they were naturally unimpeded and could pass without inspection.

The business group behind them followed closely behind.

The old guard guarding the gate glanced at the merchant group and let them pass without saying anything.

The young guard standing next to him obviously had something to say, but before he could speak, he was stopped by the veteran around him.

"Tariq, didn't you see it! That's the emblem of the King's Academy of Magic."

"But the captain, the merchant convoy must enter the city"

The veteran interrupted his words, glanced at the convoy that was drifting away behind, and then spoke softly.

"Sometimes, the rules can be broken. You don't care about this matter, just pretend you didn't see it."

"That's fine."

Although the young guard was a little unconvinced, he obediently obeyed the captain's order.

Who made the captain his brother-in-law?

Ron and his party, who had just entered the city, were surrounded by a group of teenagers.

"Choose me!"

"My lord, I! I!"

Don't get me wrong, this group of people is a character that every town has.

In previous lives, they were called guides.

Here, the bards call them "whistles."

Most of the "whistles" are children from poor families who cannot do heavy work themselves.

They grew up in the town and are very familiar with it.

Which one has less bread sawdust, and which one has more jerky.
They even know the gossip that the widow of a family wants to get rich.

They usually gather at the gate of the city, and judge whether they are their customers based on the appearance of the people entering the city or the motorcade.

After all, if you serve as a whistle for poor ghosts or beggars, you will only reap a handful of stale air in the end.

A fleet like the Academy of Magic with the presence of a mage's grandfather is their supreme VIP customer.

As we all know, in the Rose Kingdom, even the magic apprentices are not available to the poor.

Do poor people have money to buy robes and staff?Have money to pay for tuition?Have money to buy a magic core?

So Ron's convoy attracted almost all the whistlers as soon as they entered the gate.

This group of teenagers wearing taupe linen short-sleeved clothes became more and more active one by one.

They squeezed forward desperately around the carriage, hoping that the mage in the carriage could see themselves.

But the strange thing is, in such a crowded situation, none of them dared to directly touch the carriage.

All the whistles formed a circle, but kept a proper distance from the carriage.

No one dared to touch the car directly.

Whistle is not a safe job.

These experiences are lessons paid for with blood.

(End of this chapter)