An invincible journey starting from a different race

Of course, the burning letter is not meant to burn to heaven.

After burning it, he ran away and only looked back when he reached a place he thought was safe.

The letter has been burned.

He waited for a long time, and after making sure that no big hand appeared out of nowhere at the place where the letter was burned and tried to take him back, he clapped his hands in relief and turned back.

As for why it was so troublesome... there was no other way, his master was a true arcanist, and he had too many ways to track her.

If it weren't for the fact that at the end of the war years, all countries signed an agreement stipulating that powerful people like arcanists could not appear in the countries of other races at will, otherwise it would be regarded as a declaration of war. Ebel would have left the Kingdom of Deya long ago and descended on this continent wantonly, searching for Aesop with the words "your father is here". Then Aesop would not be able to hide for long even if he wanted to.

Arcanists are so annoying.

With this thought in mind, Aesop returned to the town.

It was already late afternoon at this time, and those who had been lying in the food and wine pavilion all night had woken up. Those who needed to leave left, and those who needed to stay to eat and rest continued to eat and rest.

When Aesop came back, even Bruce had returned. After washing himself, he sat in a chair and sighed.

After seeing Aesop, Bruce immediately stood up, rushed to Aesop and gave him a bear hug.

"There's nothing more to say, Brother Aesop," Bruce said in a muffled voice. "You really helped me a lot yesterday. From now on, if you have any problems, just come to me."

Before Aesop could say anything, Gan Qiu was already beside him, saying sarcastically, "This is the seventeenth time you've said this today. Do you guarantee it or not?"

"Why don't you guarantee it?" Bruce said, "I'll remember everyone who helped me last night. If you need any help in the future, just come to me. I won't hesitate! Including you, Ganqiu. I felt your power last night, too. It only lasted three seconds, so it wasn't very effective, but I'll keep it in my mind."

Gan Qiu was furious: "Can you please speak properly? What do you mean it doesn't work?! What do you mean it doesn't work?!"

"It works great, it really works great," Bruce said. "It's short and powerful."

"You, you, you... that's more like it." Gan Qiu nodded with satisfaction. "Concentration is the essence... By the way, don't try to fool me! Aesop, this guy is talking so nicely now, just because he's afraid you'll ask him for money. His money has just been divided up by others, and now there's nothing left!"

Bruce's furry face flushed red after being touched. "My gratitude to Brother Aesop is definitely not something that can be measured with money. Of course, Brother Aesop can ask for money, and I will go and earn it right away. If Brother Aesop likes me, I will be your bear from now on... Oh no, don't treat me as a bear from now on... Uh, I'm not a bear to begin with."

Because he shouted "My TM bear power" too many times last night, Bruce was a little confused and hasn't recovered yet.

In fact, he was not the only one who couldn't recover.

Whether it was Stank, Jer, or Ganqiu who said "One, two, three, I'm done", their faces looked very bad, as if they were about to die.

"Why do I feel so tired every day?" Stank said, holding his waist. "It's been many days since I've properly looked for the nightmare."

"Me too." Jer slumped over the table. "I seem to have been encountering all sorts of weird things these past couple of days... I'm already hundreds of years old, and yet every day feels new and exciting. It's incredible."

Stank sighed, then as if remembering something, he said to Bruce, "Oh, right, you've been bothering me so much that I almost forgot. We do have something to talk to you about, and it's about Aesop."

"Oh?" Bruce looked at Aesop curiously, "What's the matter?"

Then Stank and Jair talked about Aesop's previous reaction to the nightmare.

"Is that so? Aesop, your requirements are so high?" Bruce said, "Then you must have been very disgusted with those low-level nightmares last night."

Aesop nodded.

Yes, those low-level nightmares. Aesop felt a chill just by smelling their scent from Bruce.

"Human aesthetics, elves' magical affinity, and my sense of smell." Bruce said, stroking his chin. "I've never met someone as picky as you."

"That's why I need your advice," Stank asked. "Think quickly, is there anything that meets all of these requirements?"

"Hmm... let me think about it, let me think about it." Bruce thought seriously for a moment, but soon gave up and said with his head hung, "Can we talk about it in a few days? I don't really want to think about this right now."

"Why?" Jer was puzzled. "Could it be that your post-traumatic stress syndrome... that's what it's called, hasn't healed yet?"

Before Bruce could say anything, he saw Stank sit up straight, his eyes becoming increasingly sharp.

"You'd better say you're better," Stank said. "The brothers already gave you a shot last night. If you're not better, they might give you another shot."

Bruce felt a chill on his butt and immediately stood up, waving his hands repeatedly: "Alright, alright, it's all right now, absolutely fine, there's just one small problem."

"what is the problem?"

"Ahem... Because I've used it for too long, it's now a battle-damaged version." Bruce coughed twice. "So it's not as useful now. I need to rest it for a few days, otherwise it will really break. Please understand."

After hearing Bruce's explanation, Stank reluctantly nodded. "That's more like it. If you say you haven't recovered yet, the brothers will really charge you, even though this may be the most difficult charge for the brothers."

Before Stank could finish his words, Medori came to his side and slapped a bill in front of him.

"You guys should behave yourself for a few days," said Medori. "You've already used up all the money you saved for drinks here."

Stank was stunned. "Is it all used up?"

"Don't you think about what you've done these past two days? You even slept here." Medori said unhappily, "Hurry up and pay me."

"Oh, isn't it just money?"

Stank searched his pockets, finding nothing, and then he glanced at Jer.

Jer also shook his head: "I don't have any money either. We haven't taken any work these days, and we've been spending money lavishly."

"Me too." Bruce sighed. "We had quite a few left, but we gave them all away today. What a bunch of vampires."

Halfway through his speech, Bruce noticed that Stank and Jer were looking at him with unfriendly eyes, so he immediately changed his words.

"Good sucking! I really need sucking. I'll be so happy if my brothers suck on me."

"So it's time to get to work." Stank stood up slowly, and then, as if remembering something, he turned to look at Aesop. "By the way, Aesop, do you want to come work with us? I know you're probably rich, but why not just treat it as a way to experience life? And, hehehe, you can also experience some different customs."

"Strange style?" Aesop was curious. "What is that?"

"For example, have you ever tried Slime Girl?"

Aesop shook his head.

"You want to know what it feels like?" Stank winked. "It can be summed up in one sentence."

"Up, down, left, right, left, right, BABA, haha, anywhere is fine."

Fifty-two changes! (Two in one)

Aesop was very interested in the slime girl described by Stank.

I am especially curious about the adjective used to describe the slime girl - "pervasive".

However, Stank, Jer, and Brutz were truly broke. They didn't have a single weapon left that could make a sound. Furthermore, after the intense fighting last night, they needed some time to recuperate, both physically and financially. The only two who didn't need to recuperate were Aesop and Ganqiu.

Aesop had nothing to say. He had received a lot of money from the caravan owner when he rescued the caravan before, which was enough to spend for a while. Besides, he had only used up his magic power last night and did not consume much physical energy.

Ganqiu returned from a mission with Bruce (Bruz had spent all his money overnight), so he naturally had some money on him. Moreover, although he had put in some effort last night, it was not much, so he did not consume much physical energy.

"Since Aesop is so curious," Stank said to Ganqiu, "then take Aesop to see it for yourself."

Gan Qiu shook his head repeatedly to refuse: "No, no, no, I won't go looking for Slime."

"why is that?"

Gan Qiu didn't want to say it at first, but he couldn't stand the constant questioning from everyone, so he could only say: "Slime... is transparent!"

"So what?" Everyone was still confused.

"Don't you understand? It's transparent." Gan Qiu gestured with his hands, "Transparent, transparent!"

Everyone was still confused: "What's wrong with being transparent? Can you explain it clearly? There are no outsiders here."

Gan Qiu's face flushed red. After a long silence, he suddenly burst out: "Transparent means that when I step on it, I can see how long my gun is! Do you understand? I can't even fool myself! Especially creatures like slimes are particularly insensitive. They always ask me why I use my hands, but I'm not using my hands!"

Everyone understood immediately and fell silent, but they were not mourning for Gan Qiu, but trying hard not to laugh out loud.

Seeing this, Gan Qiu said indifferently: "Laugh it off, I'm used to it a long time ago. You just don't understand me. Among the halflings, I am already very great. Only ignorant people will laugh at me, and I never care..."

"Pfft..."

"How dare you laugh! Stop talking and let's duel!"

After a chaotic commotion, they finally calmed down under Medori's attack of one tray per person.

"So where can we make money?" This time Aesop took the initiative to ask, "I'm also quite interested in how to make money."

"Ah, I hear you're from a wealthy family. Don't you know how to make money?" Stank lazily leaned back in his chair. "Actually, there are many ways, like being a mercenary or raiding dungeons. It all depends on your profession."

"Profession?"

"Yeah, your profession is a magician, just like Jer." Stank pointed at Jer, then at himself, "I'm a swordsman, and Ganqiu is a thief, so I occasionally do some petty theft..."

"Bullshit, I never touch a dog!"

"Okay, okay, it's almost the same anyway." Stank didn't argue with Ganqiu.

Aesop thought for a moment and asked, "Is being a nightmare considered a profession?"

"Swallow must be a profession, otherwise what is a swallow...huh?" Stank was stunned. "Wait, you don't want to be a swallow, do you? A male swallow?!"

"That's just an idea, isn't it?" Aesop said, "I've always been curious about the profession of Nightmare, and now that I've come across a lot of it, I want to try it myself."

"Well..." Stank scratched his head violently, not knowing how to follow Aesop's train of thought. "No matter from which angle, I don't recommend you to be a succubus. Besides, the requirements for male succubus are very high. For someone like you who has no experience..."

Before Stank could finish his words, a large bag of coins slammed onto the table with a bang.

"How much are you asking?" Zi Teng appeared out of nowhere and said excitedly, "I'll take care of it all! You're mine tonight... Oh no, you're mine for life, hahahaha, the money I've saved for so long is finally useful. Is this enough? I have more. If not, I'll sell this store..."

Stank was a little dumbfounded: "Hey, hey, hey! Zi Teng, what are you doing?!"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm teaching Aesop. Could you please stop causing trouble? And if you sell off your sister's food and wine stall like this, won't she get mad?"

"Heh, what happens between me and my sister has nothing to do with you, and what can you teach Aesop?"

"I'm trying to teach Aesop how to find a job that suits him and survive in this cruel world," Stank said. "How am I supposed to teach him now that you're causing trouble?"

"Survival in this cruel world is just difficult for you. What does it have to do with Aesop... and it's not difficult for you at all." Zi Teng didn't want to pay any attention to Stank. She turned her head to look at Aesop, then licked her lips and said seductively, "Aesop, don't you want to be a nightmare? Then I can help you now. Take my money, and then..."

Zi Teng leaned down, trying to let Aesop see her non-existent springtime.

"Come to my room, and do whatever I tell you to do." Zi Teng said softly, "Sister can call you Deng, Duan, Lang~"

"Whatever you tell me to do, I'll do it."

"Yes, this is the nightmare."

Aesop thought about it, then shook his head: "That won't work."

Zi Teng was slightly stunned: "Uh, why?"

"What if you ask me to go back to the academy?" Aesop said cautiously, "I won't go back to the academy."

"…Why should I let you go back to the academy?"

"You just said that I'll do whatever you tell me to do." Aesop was already suspecting that Zi Teng was a spy sent by the dean. "Then what if you ask me to go back to the academy?"

"...Why would I do such a boring thing?" Zi Teng said, "And if you don't want to, then don't do it."

"Who knows? Once you make me sign the magic contract, it will be too late for me to regret it."

Zi Teng was a little confused: "Why should I ask you to sign a magic contract?"

"If you don't let me sign the magic contract, why are you giving me so much money?" Aesop said, "Don't think I'm stupid. Even though I don't have common sense, I still know these things."

In the end, Zi Teng left with an extremely messy expression, leaving everyone unsure how to react. Especially when they saw Aesop lowering his head in deep thought, they subconsciously asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"It seems I really can't have a nightmare anymore." Aesop said calmly, "If I have a nightmare, I'll be controlled by others and forced to drink strange things, making my body no longer belong to me..."

"Uh, you're overthinking this. The nightmares here are relatively safe..."

Aesop calmly came to the conclusion: "Then they will force me to return to the academy."

"You're just overthinking this! Who on earth could be so bored? And how badly do you really not want to go back to the academy?"

"By the way, what the hell is this academy? So you're just a student who skipped classes? Isn't it a bit outrageous that you didn't study hard at the academy and came to Dream Town to be an escort?!"

"It's fine if you escaped on your own, but would your teacher even think of drugging you and forcing you back? What kind of devilish academy is this?"

……

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"It seems we must do something," said Kent Hooch, Professor of Forbidden Spells. "What do you think of giving us drugs?"

At the Deya Magic Academy, several elders gathered again to discuss how to find Aesop and bring him back.