An invincible journey starting from a different race

"Store, store manager?!"

Medori and Klim were both shocked.

This is Tsuta, the owner of the sake stall.

What surprised them was that Zita was almost never seen, always working in the kitchen as the store manager and chef, while outside reception was handled by Medori and Klim. Since starting work here, Klim had never seen Zita leave the kitchen.

But now, she took the initiative to come out.

Mei Duoli was very puzzled: "Manager, why are you..."

"Okay, Medori, you step back first." Zita glanced at the two of them and said to Klim, "Klim, take good care of Medori."

The second half of the sentence made Klim understand something.

Could it be that... the store manager also saw Mr. Aesop's strength?

Did she come forward because she was afraid that Miss Medori would get hurt?

But Lim really wanted to tell the store manager that Mr. Aesop was a good man, but the words were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't say them... Because he also thought that he had only known Aesop for less than half a day, and he was only shocked by Aesop's magic power as vast as the deep sea, but he never thought about what to do if Aesop was a bad person?

After all, he didn't understand Aesop yet, so he nodded and took two steps back with Medori.

At this time, Zita was already sitting in front of Aesop.

Zita is a tree demon, and an extremely mature tree demon.

She is extremely sensitive to magic.

So when she was in the kitchen, she felt Aesop's breathtakingly powerful magic, which was even more powerful than the most powerful magician she had ever seen, Jer.

What is a being of this level doing here?

Zita folded her hands, supporting her sexy chin, and then asked softly, "Excuse me, sir, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to find the nightmare."

Zita chuckled and shook his head: "Don't be ridiculous..."

"I'm not kidding." Aesop answered seriously, "I really am here to find the nightmare."

19 Understand Understand

Looking at the "Body Research of the Humanized Fire Dragon" handed to him by Aesop to prove his identity, Zita's expression was a little complicated for a moment.

It wasn't that the research report was complicated. After all, Zita's was a tavern right in the middle of the Dream Shop. What hadn't they seen? The review guide that Stank and Jer wrote every day was still hanging on the notice board nearby.

The reason for Zita's complicated expression was that she felt a very strong fluctuation of magical power on this parchment.

Dryads are a highly learned race. While they dislike wandering, most remain in one place for their entire lives, like homebodies. However, their ability to inherit knowledge is remarkable, far surpassing that of their immortal counterparts, the elves. So, even though they don't like to move, their knowledge is the culmination of generations. For example, if a grandfather sees a human mage having sex with a goat one day and finds it perverse, then his great-great-great-granddaughter will also know that a human mage had sex with a goat on a certain date, month, and year, and that it was quite perverse.

Of course, this does not mean that Aesop is the pervert who fucked the goat, but the scene of Aesop painting for Medori just now immediately made Zita understand what kind of magic this was. Although she had never seen it, her grandfather's grandfather had seen it.

This is a magic brush, a magic that belongs exclusively to elves.

Just like its name suggests, this magic is to use one's own magic power to draw a picture or make words.

Paintings or words drawn with magic will seem alive because they are filled with magic. They are very magical and can be preserved for a long time, which is far beyond the reach of pen and ink.

But is there any other function besides this?

The answer is...no.

Precisely because of its lack of effectiveness, this magic is on the verge of extinction. It was originally invented by the elves, who appreciated such flashy yet powerful magic, even in the form of words. However, this magic's practicality is far too low, and it consumes too much magic power. Even the elves, renowned for their vast magical power, are finding it difficult to cope.

There is a famous saying among the elves: writing a word with a magic pen is like shooting a bullet at the paper.

In order to pursue his beloved woman, the Elf King once used his magic brush to write a love letter of nearly a thousand words.

The woman was deeply moved, and then resolutely... married someone else.

Because the Elf King died after he finished writing it.

It left behind a legendary story, and... if the Elf King had not used these empty love letters, but had fought with real guns and real bullets, how powerful would he have been?

It’s a pity that the Elf King was unable to prove this until his death. Only the love letter remains to this day, and is regarded as a synonym for "the ultimate idiot".

And now, Zita actually saw the magic paint brush again.

Although the number of words in this research report is not large, it is not too small either. Moreover, Zita just saw Aesop drawing a portrait of Medori on the table with his own eyes, which consumes more words than text.

Just how strong is the magic power in this young human?

And isn't he human? Human mages, being short-lived creatures, have always been masters of scrolls and slaves, rarely touching magic that wasn't of great use. For thousands of years, even the legendary arcane wizards have always espoused the "cannon fire, blast him" kind of magic.

Why would you use such a flashy magic as the magic paint brush?

And not only did he use it, he even used it to write pornographic books...

Yes, although Aesop called this "Study on the Humanized Body of a Fire Dragon" a research report, no matter how he looked at it, Zita felt that it was just a pornographic book, and there was no difference at all from the evaluation guide written by Stank and Jer.

Using a magic pen to write pornographic books, where did this guy come from... How weird.

Even the knowledgeable tree demon had to sigh... I have never seen this scene before.

Although deeply shocked, Zita remained calm on the surface, a gentle smile plastered on her face. After listening to Aesop's explanation, she nodded slightly, "In this day and age, simple scholars like you are truly rare."

Such a powerful magician, all he pursues is visiting brothels. Isn't that simple enough?

"My master told me that a person's life should be a constant pursuit of mystery and truth." Aesop said seriously, "So I came here."

After hearing what Aesop said, even the knowledgeable Zita couldn't hold it in any longer. His perfect face twitched slightly. "Indeed, it is true."

"So, are you a nightmare?" Aesop asked, "Can you let me explore it?"

"That's... unfortunately, that's not the case." Zita quickly regained her composure and chuckled. "I'm just a humble cook. My daily job is just to cook for everyone. But the succubus you're looking for is plentiful in this town. They generally only work at night, but there are so many of them and so many different species that you'll have enough to keep you informed for a long time."

"Really?" Aesop nodded with satisfaction. "That's great. I like this kind of research environment."

Medori, standing by, was almost exhausted from hearing the conversation between Aesop and Zita. Her impression of Aesop had plummeted to rock bottom, surpassing even that of Stank and the others. If Kolim hadn't just secretly told her that Aesop was no simple matter, she would have wanted to rush over and give this pretentious scoundrel a claw.

It would be fine if he just teased her, but he actually teased the store manager. That's outrageous.

At this moment, Zita seemed to have remembered something. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Does Mr. Aesop have a place to stay?"

Aesop shook his head: "Not yet, I'm just busy looking for the nightmare."

"Then why don't you stay here?" Zita asked with a smile, "I have a room available, and it's free."

Hearing this, Medori couldn't help but widen her eyes.

She didn't know why the store manager treated Aesop like this. No matter how powerful Aesop was, he was probably only as powerful as Stank and the others. But the store manager would never treat Stank and the others like this.

But when faced with Zita's invitation, Aesop did not agree immediately.

Although he hasn't been out for twenty years, he still knows that there is no such thing as a free lunch.

Just as he was about to refuse, he heard Zita say, "I'm the only dryad in this town."

Aesop looked up at her, not understanding what she meant.

"So~" Zita put his finger to his lips and said softly, "If you are willing to live with me, then I might be willing too~"

"Let you get to know me~"

Twenty-fifty-year-old humans and 50-year-old elves

"Hey, Jer, I've been thinking about it all day, and I think the problem is with your XP."

As the sun gradually set, a bearded human and a small, yellow-haired elf appeared on the streets of the town.

The bearded human held his head in his hands, staring lazily at his elf companion beside him. They were discussing yesterday's nightmare topic: who is more normal for a nightmare, a 50-year-old human or a 500-year-old elf?

"No matter how you look at it, I'm more normal," said Stank.

"No, no, no, Stank, why are you still thinking about this?" The elf called Jel shook his finger and said, "Didn't we verify this yesterday? It's not just you and I who have different opinions. Neither Ganchu nor Bruz is on your side... Believe me, 600-year-old elves are really strong-willed."

"At least it's much better than a 50-year-old human." Stank frowned tightly. "Hey, hey, hey, you guys really don't have to worry about anything just because you have magic power? It's all wrinkled, all wrinkled! How on earth could you have the heart to do this!"

"I say this to you as well, Stank! Can you really ignore the rottenness inside for that little bit of superficial tenderness? It's like a rotten apple eaten by termites!" Jer said, "What's the point of looking good on the outside? You make it sound like you're just rubbing against the outside... I mean, apples, after all, you should eat the flesh, not the skin! And, again, I'm not the only one who thinks this way. No one, whether it's Ganqiu or Bruz, agrees with you!"

"I think their opinions are inappropriate for our special consideration." Seeing that he couldn't outnumber Jer, Stank had to find another way. "They are an orc and a dwarf! Their opinions are not worth discussing. Besides, they are on your side only because they also possess magic power. This is unfair! And our evaluation of nightmares should be fair and just!"

Jer was also amused by what Stank said: "So what do you think is fair and just?"

"We also need a third party, one that won't take sides," Stank said. "Only then will I be convinced."

"Are you talking about... Colim?"

"Even Klim can't do that," Stank said, shaking his head. "He uses magic, too, and his affinity for it is about the same as your elves'. He can't empathize with me at all!"

"So what kind of person are you looking for?" Jer asked. "You can't be looking for a human like you, right? That wouldn't be fair to me."

"Of course, I won't be biased. You know, I'm not that kind of person." Stank said, "I think there are two people we can choose. One is to find an elf who can't use magic and has no affinity for magic. That way, he won't take the side of magic and will evaluate the nightmare fairly."

"An elf who can't use magic and has no magical affinity?" Jer spread his hands and shook his head. "How is that possible? You might as well ask for a man to be a dream girl. There's no such elf."

"Then we can only look for the second type of person," Stank said again, "a human magician."

"Human magicians? They're rare, but they do exist." Jer stroked his bald chin and pondered, "But as far as I know, human magicians, due to their lifespan, are all obsessed with studying magic, like ascetics. I've lived for so many years and have yet to see many human magicians out for pleasure. Where are you going to find one..."

Before he could finish his words, the two of them entered the food and wine pavilion together. When they looked up, they saw Aesop sitting in the middle, stroking the hand of the store manager Zita, and Klim and Medori standing by, almost stunned.

……

"Are you... palm reading?"

"Yes." Aesop explained to Stanko and Jer while drinking the fruit wine brought by the unhappy Medori. "The store manager asked me to read her palm. I happened to know how to do it, so I gave it a try."

Stank stroked his chin and said, "But isn't palm reading a goblin's specialty? How come you can do it too?"

"It's just a hobby." Aesop said, "It's not particularly..."

"Not particularly proficient, are you?" Stank smiled and helped Aesop finish the conversation.

“…It’s not particularly difficult.”

Stank's smile faltered slightly.

Jel's eyes kept wandering between Zita and Aesop.

He is very familiar with Zita. From a certain perspective, Zita is still his junior. Zita's father is Jer's previous partner, so Jer can be said to have watched Zita grow up. He knows very well that although his junior looks mature, he is still a little girl at heart. He is also quite xenophobic. Even after opening a tavern, he rarely shows up and leaves all the reception work to Medori and Klim.

But this time, why did it come out?

And he even touched the hand of the human in front of him.

This made Jel very interested, but he was even more interested in Aesop's completely unconcealed huge magic power. He knew that he was a very powerful magician.

But Stank couldn't sense it. He didn't even know that Aesop was a magician until the store manager Zita introduced Aesop to everyone with a smile.

And Aesop also knew that Stank was the person he had been looking for.

"Hello, Mr. Stank," Aesop said politely. "I came here specifically to see you after seeing your work. I have many questions I would like to ask you."

"My work?" Stank was still a little confused. "What kind of work could I possibly have?"

Medori sneered at the side and said, "Your evaluation guide, what else can you have?"

Stank's mouth opened slightly in disbelief, which made Medori sneer in her heart.

Oh, now you feel embarrassed, right?

The pornographic book you wrote is so widely circulated, if I were you, I would find a hole to hide in...

Before this thought even came to mind, Stank's shock turned to joy, and he clapped Aesop's shoulder vigorously: "Hahahahaha, you're actually my reader! I didn't expect to see my readers in my lifetime... Woohoo, I'm so touched. Don't say anymore, I'll treat you to Happy tonight."

Medori almost bit her tongue.

As expected, I shouldn't have any illusions about these perverts...

"Mr. Stank, I'm here for academic research, not for fun." Aesop said in a serious tone.

This made Stank slightly stunned: "What? Then what do you want to study?"

"Regarding the differences and advantages and disadvantages between a 50-year-old human incubus and a 600-year-old elven incubus," Aesop said, pushing up his nonexistent glasses. "I'm very interested."