The King of Elden does not die alone!

"..." Mia looked at the place she had just pointed to, the place of blessing, and thought: "Is that so."

It seems that Wilden's ability to see blessings is indeed related to traveling through the world.

This is really interesting.

The faded ones who died outside the border can see the guidance of blessings after returning to the border.

However, the Golden Tree People who were born in the border area can see the same blessing outside the border area.

Mia didn't know whether Wilden was a special case, and she didn't have the conditions to conduct a control experiment.

Let’s put this question aside for now.

Then there are Mia's thoughts on traveling through the world.

Whether it was the previous travel through dreams, or the return that I just achieved through meditation.

All of this proves that world travel is the key to her thoughts, and at the same time, is deeply bound to the light of blessing.

This is the principle that you need to understand in order to understand it.

She also wanted to try her theory again to see if it was correct, but Mia gave up the idea.

She needs to become stronger so that she can have the confidence to deal with other worlds.

Now, Mia’s short-term goal in Nimgfu is to find teacher Serlian to learn pyroxene magic.

This trip I took accidentally to visit Warhammer and gained a lot.

The most important thing is to understand the nature of prayer.

Now, she can use the prayer of fire as she pleases and shape the fire into any shape she wants.

It was as if she was the God of Fire.

Although this is an ordinary flame, it is very different from the flame that burned the golden tree in the real "Ominous Prophecy".

Just like ants and elephants are both living creatures, but their sizes are not comparable.

But this kind of flame is enough for Mia now.

I don’t know if the power of my spells will be improved after I meet Xiao Mu and add some points.

But that’s not the only takeaway.

Apart from some spiritual growth, Mia also took advantage of the melee to get a good thing.

The girl reached out her hand and pulled out a stick from the storage space. The people in the border area might be unfamiliar with it, but she was very familiar with it.

A musket.

Mia stood up and placed the gun on the ground, with the muzzle almost at the height of her neck.

This was not a clumsy matchlock musket that required a matchlock to ignite it, but a well-made, flintlock musket.

In Warhammer, a world that is even more fantastical than Junction, muskets are considered childish weapons.

The human empire has secret weapons such as steam-powered tanks covered with heavy armor and equipped with artillery, while the dwarves have already developed helicopters and rockets.

The Skaven, who have always been invincible, have even developed an intercontinental missile!

So let alone muzzle-loading smoothbore rifles, even breech-loading rifles exist and are standard equipment in certain countries.

But this kind of weapon does not exist in the border area.

Although there are experimental artillery and flamethrowers in the border area, which are extremely powerful weapons for the people of the Golden Tree, there are no firearms that can be equipped to individual soldiers in a standardized manner.

It was because she realized this that she took the opportunity to pick up a flintlock rifle that had fallen on the battlefield.

Maybe this thing can give me some advantages in the border area?

Nuln is the center of guns and artillery of the human empire. The best quality guns and artillery are produced in Nuln. Although this gun has no ammunition and no gunpowder, gunpowder is not a particularly rare thing in the border area. The crossbows of the King's Army have ammunition that can explode.

As for ammunition, it's just lead bullets. It can't be a scarce resource no matter how you think about it.

If I could see a skilled craftsman in the future...

For example, there is the hybrid blacksmith Xiugu of the Hall of the Round Table, or the giant blacksmith Iggy of the royal family of Kalia.

Combined with the theoretical knowledge from his previous life, he might be able to replicate or even create more powerful and advanced firearms.

After laughing twice, Mia stuffed the rifle back into the storage space.

This thing is a treasure.

Humming a little tune and imagining her unrivaled future, the girl sat on the ground, hugging her legs and swaying.

Before she traveled through time, she was just an ordinary person, and she had her own little thoughts.

There seemed to be a rustling sound coming from the door, and the girl turned her attention and looked over there.

Kali returned safely, leading his donkey, with no new wounds or blood on his body.

The businessman had no idea what had happened to Mia and Wilden during his absence.

"Are you okay?" Mia asked.

"Everything is safe, huh."

Kale panted. He tied Amiya to the corner of the house. The donkey had completely calmed down, and its idle hooves tapped the stone floor of the broken house again and again.

Makes a clicking sound.

Kale returned the bell and the urn to Mia.

"I give this back to you. I have no use for it."

"As long as you're safe."

Kale sat by the campfire, exhausted both physically and mentally, and he did not doubt anything.

"What happened tonight is really terrible. Go to bed early."

"Ah."

After cleaning up the mess in the shabby house and putting out the campfire, Mia and Kale spread out their sleeping bags.

Mia didn't tell Kelly about the time travel, and neither did Wilden.

There are some things that you can only believe if you experience them yourself.

Later, if Kale and I are reliable enough, we might consider taking a time-travel journey together.

Weldon thrust his spear through the shield's handle and jammed it into the doorframe.

It serves as a door.

Then he leaned back and relaxed against the door, looking at the branches of the golden tree through the collapsed corner of the roof of the dilapidated house.

Mia yawned.

Tonight was so fucking fulfilling.

Chapter 22. The Journey Continues (First Update)

Every time I see the monthly ticket blade increase, I feel very surprised~

thanks for your support.

I'm so tired outside today. I should be able to finish one more update at midnight.

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The conflicts and incidents that night ended with Kale's safe return.

Mia finally had a good sleep. There were no messy mice intruding her dreams, nor was she suddenly awakened by the cool breeze in the middle of the night blowing grass stems onto her face.

She slept until dawn, and the light from the trees came in through the cracks in the roof and hit the girl's face.

She sat up, yawned, and stretched her muscles. Her companions were there.

Kale was sitting next to the campfire, holding an iron skewer and roasting something.

But the first thing that caught Mia's attention was not the things on the sticks, but...

"Your sleeves?" Mia squinted her eyes and looked at Kale's arms in confusion.

"That's what you're talking about." Kale raised a hand and looked at it. "It's just a patch."

"I know it's a patch..."

The problem is, the color of that patch.

It's colorful, and the color scheme is exactly the same as a Northeastern flower cotton jacket!

In Mia's opinion, Kale is now dressed like a Santa Claus with flowery sleeves!

"What's wrong?"

Kale asked doubtfully.

He looked very pleased with his new sleeves.

"..." Mia paused, then forced a smile: "Okay, it looks pretty good!"

"Yeah." Kale nodded vigorously and continued to flip the food in his hands. Only then did Mia shift her gaze over.

"Did you catch the rabbit?"

"No." Kale answered without hesitation.

"What is this?"

Mia said as soon as she finished her words.

I thought of a possibility that was not a good one.

She swallowed and turned her head.

In a corner of the dilapidated house, there was a pile of animal remains.

The most eye-catching one is naturally the rat head with strange light flashing in its eyes.

"uh-huh."

Having guessed the truth, Kale shrugged.

"Can you eat that?!"

She looked at the roasted mouse on the skewer, which was showing its ripe color, with a look that could only be described as horrified.

"Why not?"

Kale said nonchalantly, "This is out in the wilderness, there are no garbage dumps or sewers for these rats to crawl into. They are just large-scale social animals."

"..." Mia pursed her lips.

"It's almost done, do you want some?" Curry handed over the skewer and said, "I'll give it to you for free. Without you, I would have suffered a lot last night."

Mia frowned and stared at the roasted rat sprinkled with spices.

The girl shrugged her nose.

What enters the nose is just the very ordinary but also tempting meaty aroma.

There seems to be no problem.

The mouse's internal organs and head were shaved off. If you just looked at the body, you couldn't imagine it was a mouse.

Seeing that Mia was still hesitating, Kale pulled off one of its hind legs.

"Here."

Mia took it hesitantly.

I had another mental struggle.

Finally, I mustered up the courage to take a bite.

He took a bite and chewed it with a frown on his face.

"A little sour and a little old."

Kale nodded, satisfied with his cooking skills, and moved the rat away from the fire: "After all, this kind of animal doesn't have much fat."

As for the sour taste, it is actually the consequence of the low-quality meat and simple processing method.