Fast Travel: The sick villain is also sick today

67 Chapter 67. The Frog 20
Vilas Tyrell had been waiting for a long time, and when everyone was present, he waved his staff and said a long and obscure incantation.

The air began to twist, and a portal appeared in front of him, accompanied by fluctuations of divine and arcane spells.

Mina had never practiced in the temple. Relying on her understanding of light, she faintly realized that even Vilas was inferior to Hathaway in terms of affinity for light.

Only Anna beside her has a higher affinity than her.

"Sir, are you going?" Anna turned her head and asked Vilas at the last moment when she stepped into the teleportation circle.

Vilas's long white hair swayed slightly in the summer wind of the national uniform. He smiled kindly at Anna and said to her, "I won't go. Her Royal Highness will lead you."

The teleportation circle was turned off, and everything around her began to fade. Anna was dizzy in the circle. When the circle was opened, she felt a burst of strong power activated from the circle.

She closed her eyes subconsciously. This was the first time she used the teleportation array. The teleportation array can reach the destination quickly and has always been favored by the nobles.

There are quite a few teleportation circles on the mainland, and the cross-regional teleportation circles only cost one silver coin at a time, which is simply too cheap for nobles or wealthy businessmen.

But for Anna, this is not a price she can afford.

For people in the upper class, every minute and every second is extremely precious, and they shouldn't spend such a long time on the road, but the time of the poor is the least valuable.

They have a long, long time to spend.

Anna falls into the latter category.

Mina noticed that Anna looked a little pale, and held her arm. People who used the teleportation array for the first time probably couldn't adapt to the fluctuating space in the teleportation array.

Not to mention that this teleportation array is not a magic circle that has been established and operated for many years, but a brand-new route opened up by Vilas.

In order to allow them to reach the Shadow Rift faster.

The space in the shadow rift began to collapse, perhaps because her little butterfly flapped its wings, and the time left for Sareth was greatly reduced.

It's going to be windy.

Mina looked up, there was no wind flowing in the teleportation array, but she heard the sound of the wind.

The sharp wind pierced her ears, condensing the chill that did not belong to summer.

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"Here you are." John knelt down and handed the white bread in his hand to a group of children hiding in the corner.

They were yellow and emaciated, and if their limbs were not able to move, some people would believe that they were just a group of skeletons.

The skin that should have been white was soaked in sewage, and torn strips of cloth hung on them randomly and messily.

Their bodies are only skin wrapped with distinct ribs, outlining scary skeletons.

If there was a nobleman here, he would probably be frightened by these completely inhuman children.

"Did you say it to me?" The child couldn't believe it, his voice was small and weak, and his stomach, which had never been full from birth until now, was stirred by the fragrant smell of white bread, and he let out a "cuckoo" Voice.

"Yes, here you are."

John stroked the child's hair, his white gloves stained and mottled ugly with the child's dirty hair.

He squatted down, ignoring the messy environment here, and the long windbreaker fell on the ground, blowing up the dust and sewage on the ground.

This is the environment John is most accustomed to, and he has been here from birth to death.

He was also the child in front of him, but unfortunately no one would give him a piece of white bread.

"Thank you sir!" The child did not take the white bread, but knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old man, his head collided with the hard ground, making a muffled sound.

The skin on his forehead was broken, and blood flowed down from his forehead, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, and expressed his gratitude to the person in front of him.

"Okay, let's go and eat."

John stopped the child's behavior and stuffed the white bread in his hand into the child's hand.

After the white bread touched the child's palm, he was assimilated by him. The child didn't dislike it, and ran to a younger child next to him, tore off a small piece of bread, and fed it to him.

"Divide all the other bread."

John ordered the servant with the big bag of bread behind him, and he walked out of the dark alley with a cane.

"Good man! The God of Light will bless you!"

When John left, he heard a voice from nowhere, and the children in the back alley said these words in the same innocent voice.

【how do you feel? 】

"Is this the life of a nobleman?" John looked down at his dirty white gloves. Behind him, the butler saw his behavior and stepped forward to take off his gloves for him.

The gorgeous carriage has long been waiting outside.

[No, it's not]

The voice in his head bewitched him, and he slowly described the beauty of the upper class, and then constructed a large slum scene in front of his eyes.

The slums in the national capital have done a good job. In the small cities outside the national capital, people are poorly clothed, and what's more, they have to change their children for food.

[Or, do you want to change all this, John]

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"Your name is Lilo?"

Mitchell suddenly withdrew his strength, and a ghoul biting Lilo's wing suddenly turned into powder.

A domineering and swift energy poured into his body from his wound.

His power was withdrawn and now returned to his body.

"Yes my lord."

Lilo lowered his head lower, and his body became even bigger after gaining strength. The original hall of the Chaos City was built according to his size and could accommodate him.

He can become smaller, and he can also become a human form, but in front of the Supreme Lord, only the prototype is the belief in Him.

"What about the other dragons?"

All the communication between them is in dragon language. If other people are present, they can't even hear this conversation. Only the same race can obtain the fluctuation of voice.

"They're all in the hotbed."

Mitchell finally remembered the small space he had forgotten. His hand passed in front of him, and the situation in the hotbed slowly appeared in the air.

The giant dragon curled up in the lair, and the dragon eggs were well placed. Behind it was a large dense virgin forest, but not a single leaf was shaking, and there was not a single river flowing.

Time was stopped at the moment the dragon entered the breeding bed.

Mitchell was a little dissatisfied. He had been sealed for so long, and he was finally summoned. The master still didn't like him. Why should his family sleep in the hotbed.

Why should the family live more easily than him.

Mitchell injected his own strength into the hotbed, the soft dark night starlight fell on the forest, the river began to flow, and the moonlight flowers came out of the ground and slowly bloomed under the starlight.

The first is a green dragon. She opened her eyes, and after a dragon cry, she stretched her wings and fluttered up.

　The group portraits are so interesting, anyway, I’m so flustered, I’m practicing writing for Aifa
　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)