An infinite journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Viscount Alkin, you have not officially become the official city lord of Cresto. According to the laws of the kingdom, if you kill the city guards without any reason, I have the right to arrest you."

A portal located here. A figure with an old face and a mage robe walked out of the portal, followed by a group of fierce professionals.

After he finished speaking, five new portals were positioned here, and groups of people walked out of the portals to confront Cedric.

Cedric looked at the old man who spoke, and said with a strange expression, "You are already level 18 after all. Don't you use prophecy to do divination before facing the enemy?"

The old man's cheek twitched. He instinctively wanted to say that you, a down-and-out viscount, who was squeezed into this kingdom enclave, have what qualifications do you have to let me use prophecy? But the next moment, his spiritual sense gave him a strong warning, as in front of him What is standing is an ancient dragon. It should not be a nobler life than the ancient dragon.

Large drops of sweat secreted uncontrollably from his forehead and slid down his cheeks. The expertise gained at level made his brain spin rapidly.

Why didn't he realize that something was wrong until his men, the city guards, were killed?

Why did I subconsciously regard the other party as a down-and-out viscount?

Why did my spiritual sense immediately give me a strong warning after the other party spoke?

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With the other party's permission, only as a level 18 can I feel his greatness.

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The old man's whole body trembled, and several leaders who arrived here through the portal also realized that something was wrong. They had never felt such panic in this evil mage.

"Your Highness" the old man directly prostrated on the ground.

Cedric's cold voice continued, "I order you to use prophecy to look at me, otherwise wouldn't those soldiers' deaths be in vain?"

The old man's brain was spinning rapidly, and the other party's meaning was already clear. This was a punishment. Only if he could survive would he have the value of continuing to live.

The old man took out a bunch of magic items from the mage's pocket and brought them with him, and carefully used a card to pray for temporary luck.

The next moment, he looked at Cedric with the third-level magic. This kind of prophecy spell can only predict some vague things, such as whether it is dangerous or not. It is precisely because this spell is low-level that the old man chooses it, because sometimes he knows Too much is not a good thing.

After a faint magical light, the sound of flowing water rang in his ears. He subconsciously wanted to look up, but only saw a surging river. Countless information was poured into his mind, and there were two feelings of safety and danger in different world lines. Just like the two basic characters 0 and 1, it directly washes his soul and turns him into a vegetable.

In the real world, the old man tilted his head and fell to the ground. All the strange objects on his body were still intact, but no one dared to take a second look.

Cedric also threw a silver mercury ball, and the old man's body moved again, crawling at Cedric's feet.

He casually looked at the people who were already kneeling on the ground, "This is a warning. I can forget about the past, but from now on I will be your city lord."

The other five leaders were breathing heavily, with fine cold sweat dripping from their backs, as if only in this way could they feel the preciousness of life.

"Your Highness," one of the strong men raised his head and said respectfully.

"Call me City Lord."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Yeah" Cedric glanced at the other person.

The strong man immediately slapped himself in the mouth, blood dripping from his mouth and nose, "I saw the Lord of the City today, and he was a little incoherent."

Cedric nodded slightly and said without saying anything more, "Take me to the City Lord's Mansion."

The five leaders looked at each other, and finally the big man bit the bullet and stepped forward in embarrassment and said, "Please, Lord City Lord, come to my residence temporarily. The City Lord's Mansion needs some time to clean."

"Ha." Cedric snorted, "I know the current situation of the City Lord's Mansion better than you. My order is to take me to the City Lord's Mansion. I don't want to say it again."

"Yes, Lord City Lord." The strong man nodded quickly.

The entire city of Cresto is not small. Although it has no fixed residents, whether it is the minerals in the Altyn Mountains or the ruins in the Izumo Mountains, it is a place that adventurers rush to visit.

As an external supply station, this place is also a must-stop for merchants traveling between the Orc Empire and the Elf Empire.

This is a real city of adventure, commerce, and sin. It has a floating population of more than , and there are many professionals among them.

It was a nice place. Cedric felt much better as he felt the vibrant city.

If such a prosperous city is within it, I am afraid that it can only be seen in the core territory of the Great Earl. It is indeed good that I can legitimately inherit this place. Of course, the premise is that I have the ability to subdue all the villains here.

The old man just now is just a spokesperson. In this world, everyone above level 15 has his own affiliated force, because the large amount of resources required by mages determines that they cannot develop alone. Even an existence like Mordenkainen can't develop alone. With the establishment of Eight Leaves, one can imagine the resources that senior mages need.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of the down-and-out City Lord's Mansion. This vast City Lord's Mansion had already existed in name only during the last Orc War, so now representatives of various forces have temporarily taken over the power of the city.

"Get up." Cedric looked indifferently at the strong man lying in front of his carriage, trying to be his stepping stone, "I don't believe in flattery at the cost of personality. If a person doesn't even cherish himself, how can he I will really respect you."

The strong man's face turned red, not sure if he was ashamed or grateful. He stood up again and said loudly, "Yes, Lord City Lord."

Cedric stepped out of the carriage and played with a twenty-sided dice in his hand. His divinity broke through 10 points, and his whole body was filled with divine power. He said softly, "Yesterday comes again."

A long river loomed in the void, and a luxurious and graceful city lord's palace was pulled out from the past, covering the bleak scene in front of him.

The sky-blue glazed tiles are sparkling, and the angels are singing on the golden door. Everything makes people feel like they are in a dream.

Suddenly someone in the crowd of onlookers shouted, "A miracle!"

The crowd's voice spread like a wave.

Cedric opened the door and walked in.

Later generations recorded that in the first year of the Victory Calendar, the great conquering king, the orc slayer, and the one who cannot be looked at came here.