My Wizarding World is Super Fun

At the same time, his perfectly proportioned body also developed laterally, and Ronald went from being an idol player to a muscular player in the blink of an eye.

The necklace was kindly provided by his fiancée, Roxani's great-grandfather, Ferdinand Alderney I.

According to the most powerful being of the... Alderney family, this was his favorite collectible in his youth, acquired by a hapless fourth-order 4-transformation wizard.

That guy actually intended to seduce the lover he was dating by becoming his appearance when he was dating, so he killed the fourth-order 4 wizard directly.

Well, in fact, Ferdinand's lover was also the wife of a nobleman. According to Roxani, he was very romantic when he was young. close.

As for why this great-grandfather is now relieved, according to himself, it is because he watched hundreds of his lovers die in front of him one by one, and the heart-wrenching feeling made him never want to touch love again.

But Ronald guessed that it is estimated that this... the great-grandfather who is more than [-] years old is already dead.

Cough, okay, let’s not gossip.

This magic weapon is called a true lie, and its only function is to change its owner in terms of appearance, smell, body shape, etc.

Simply put, it is an easy tool.

Most true lies

It can store three disguise templates with 3 different body shapes and faces. This template can be a certain image in the mind of the magic tool owner, or it can be the image obtained after pinching the face. The most important thing is that this thing can even make you Change from male to female to male, even if you take off your clothes, you will still not reveal your stuff.

Of course, this is all just an illusion.

The real inside is yourself.

When he gave out this magic weapon, Ferdinand looked reluctant. According to himself, this magic weapon made him famous for killing thousands of people. Okay, Ronald is not going to think about it. How did ten thousand people beheaded? Of course, Ronald never thought about whether Ferdinand once took this magic weapon and became someone else's husband to cough, you know.

After changing into a middle-aged man, Ronald raised his hand to look at his thickened arm, and a smile appeared in his horns, "The spells in this world are really interesting. From now on, I will play a fake one. Name it—let's call it Richard, Richard Clayderman."

While speaking, Ronald released a three-meter-tall rhinoceros from the pet space ring. This is the unique mount of the Haswana Kingdom. Although this mount is not as fast as the Alderney Kingdom's. The six-legged horse, but it has a natural skill that is very practical, that is, the violent charge. Under the action of the violent charge, this six-ton ​​behemoth can charge for ten minutes at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour. It doesn't seem like a long time, but you know, sometimes the outcome of a war is just a few minutes.

Well, Ronald only chose this mount not because of how awesome its furious charge is, but because it is big enough and more comfortable to sit on.

Ronald jumped directly on the body of the triangular war rhino, and with a flick of the reins in his hand, the triangular war rhino who sat down moved his sturdy limbs and walked along the narrow road in the swamp towards the small town of Ancudel. At this time——in the Traveller's Home Tavern in Ankuder Town, the owner Hohard was looking at the wooden board in his hand with a frown, in a daze.

After thinking about it for a long time, Howard finally found out that he still lost money this month and couldn't help but lament, "Damn wizard"

The clerk in the tavern heard the swearing sound of the boss, and couldn't help but sigh.

According to the custom of previous years, during the harvest month, it is the most frequent time for merchants from all over the world to come here.

At this time, they will transport the furs and grains of various countries to sell, and when they leave, they will take away the local products such as dried fish and fruits of the Molor Kingdom. This year, not many caravans have come to see the harvest month. In the past, there were only less than ten caravans in total.

According to those caravans, it was because witch disasters occurred everywhere. When the plague was raging, many levels and cities were closed. This made the bosses who had stocked up a lot of fruit wine and various ingredients in order to make a lot of money in advance. Grandma's house.

I don't know that the boss lost money, and he also lost a lot of tip income as a clerk.

Although most of those businessmen are extremely stingy, they still give some tips more or less.

With the combination of armpits and furs, the tips earned in a harvest month are almost equal to his annual salary level.

It seems that the jewelry that he promised to buy for his fiancée Lisa was also lost this year. Thinking of this, the man and the boss both sighed in unison—"Alas, damn wizard!"

Chapter 1 The happy life of the people... [3/[-]]

Just as the owner and the clerk were looking at the empty tavern complaining about themselves, a dull and rhythmic sound could be heard faintly in the distance.

Hearing this sound, the innkeeper Howard and the tavern clerk were stunned, and then they rushed to the door of the inn with joy on their faces.

When the two saw the triangular fighting rhino in the distance, the joy on their faces instantly turned to disappointment.

They thought it was the noise made by the camel beasts of the caravan, but they didn't expect it to be the triangular war rhino, Hohard, looking at the longing on the face of the man beside him, sighed, and returned to his hotel counter again.

He knows that young people will always have some unrealistic fantasies-for example, being picked by nobles and becoming a knight apprentice, and then after going through arduous battles, gaining fame and fortune-holding Beauty is in fact, he had not dreamed as much as his buddy when he was young.

It's just a pity - in the end, reality tells him that not everyone has the luck of the lucky ones that the bards say.

When every aristocrat chooses his own armed attendants, he will give priority to the descendants of the servants who have served his family for several generations - this is a bit like the ancient flower country... the meaning of family birth.

In the eyes of the nobles, the armed attendants selected in this way are far more reliable than the freedmen, at least in terms of loyalty.

It is impossible to reach the sky in one step. Thinking of this, the boss Hohard poured himself a glass of fruit wine and tasted it slowly.

These fresh fruit wines cannot be kept for too long, and they will be sour in no more than half a year.

And who knows how long the witch disasters in various countries will last? Instead of putting it there to completely sour, he might as well drink it. While tasting the fruit wine that he had never been willing to drink before, he squinted his eyes and thought about it. While thinking about how to reduce the losses in this store, the door of the hotel suddenly opened, and then a burly and majestic figure walked in under the attentiveness of the guy.

"Boss, prepare me a room"

This middle-aged man with a height of nearly two meters and full of muscles shouted in Common Mandarin with some northern accent as soon as he walked into the hotel.

Hearing the strong man's words, Hohard had a business smile on his face, "Of course there is no problem, sir, do you have any requirements for the room?"

"Oh"

The strong man asked back, "What's the difference?"

"certainly!"

Hohard said with a smile: "Our hotel has 10 rooms for ten people, as well as double rooms suitable for couples and single noble suites."

"Give me the best"

The strong man threw a gold coin and looked at this lovely gold coin on the counter. The smile on the face of the hotel owner Hohard became even stronger. "Of course there is no problem, my esteemed lord, in your honorable capacity, only The best is worthy of you!"

While speaking, Hohard shouted to the guy who looked at the strong man with a diligent expression: "Vic, take this adult to the noble suite upstairs"

"Okay, boss!"

Under the guidance of the man, the strong man walked up the stairs for a while, and the man walked down with a dejected expression, "Why is Vic so unhappy, didn't that generous adult give you money?"

The boss asked strangely.

"No, the lord was very generous. He tipped me five 55 coppers."

Speaking of which, Vic's face became even more depressed, "However, he doesn't want to accept me as a servant, even if I'm willing to give my all for it."

Hearing the guy's words, the boss Hohard smiled and patted the guy's shoulder, "Kid, don't dream about that. That lord is a real knight and nobleman, and ordinary nobles can't support the big guy outside the door."

"Such aristocrats wouldn't accept a person of unknown origin as their attendant, so you'd better give up!"

Howard's words made Vic even more frustrated: "But that's my life's dream."

"Children, let's face reality!"

The boss, Howard, had nothing to do about it. At this time, in the best room on the second floor of the hotel, Ronald was half lying on the wooden bed, playing the game console in his hand.

Although the conversation between the boss and the man downstairs was not loud, it could not be concealed from his ears.

"Do civilians desire promotion channels?"

Ronald said with a slight smile. In fact, people are always ambitious, and no one is willing to spend a normal life in their entire life. [Those who have been brainwashed by Asan's teachings are not considered human beings]. There are very few promotion channels that free people can choose from.

Either become a businessman, accumulate wealth, or be favored by a noble, become an armed squire, and then show his loyalty for a long time and be promoted to a squire knight, that is, an apprentice knight - and finally become a full-fledged knight by virtue of his military exploits.

Of course, this process sometimes takes several generations to accumulate.

After all, no aristocrat would easily divide a manor from his own territory and assign it to his knights.

By the way, in this world, commoners do not have surnames.

As for how they solve the problem of duplicate names - usually, it's marked by occupation or residence.

For example, John the Farmer, John the Blacksmith, or John the Village.

After playing the game console for a while, Ronald looked at the time, the sun had almost started to set, and he knew that it was time for him to act.

Thinking of this, Ronald stretched lazily and sat up from the bed.

He stepped to the window, and looked out through the wooden window to the empty streets when he came to town in the afternoon, and at this moment he became more popular.

Many people are coming back from outside the town talking and laughing, some carrying wooden tools, and some - two or three people, together they carry a narrow piece of wood that seems to be made by hollowing out a whole wooden stake. canoe.

Many people are carrying some strangely shaped fish in their hands.

Ronald knew that they should have just returned from the lake around the swamp. After all, when he came, he saw the townspeople fishing by the lake.

The actions of various countries to block their own gateway cities obviously have little impact on these ordinary people.

For them, caravans can't be said to be dispensable, but—at most, they are a way to make them less fun and exchangeable goods.

Salt, almost [-]% of the entire kingdom of Molor has a coastline, they are not short of salt, uh- well, if it is that kind of... refined salt, they are still very short, but commoners We usually use sun-dried salted fish instead of salt, so there is basically no shortage.

As for food, they, who are backed by the drowning swamp, can get some supplements from the lakes around the drowning swamp, so they can barely get by.

Therefore, these territorial people are not too sensitive to the so-called witch disaster.

Chapter [-] Swamp Hunter - Ed

Ronald, who was standing at the window, looked at the people on the street and smiled - "Sometimes, ignorance is a kind of happiness."

At this moment, a figure came into Ronald's eyes.

It was a slender figure wearing an animal skin waistcoat, a longbow on his back, and two small animal corpses in his hands.

Judging by his age, he looked like he was in his thirties, and there was always a gentle smile on his pretty face.

Looking at the way he was greeted warmly by the people who came and went, it was obvious that he was a well-positioned existence in the whole town.

"Hey, how was Ed's harvest today?"

"It's ok"

The hunter Ed, who was stared at by Ronald, smiled and raised the dead body of the little beast in his hand, "At least you don't have to eat those dried salted fish that make you want to vomit today."

“What an enviable guy”

"Hahaha"

"By the way, Ed, there's a nobleman coming to Hohard's shop today. You might be able to exchange your prey for a few glasses of fruit wine."

A kind-hearted citizen reminded.

"Really? That's wonderful"

Hunter Ed's face revealed a look of surprise, "It seems that I have fruit wine to drink today, I'll treat you to a drink."