Eat tender grass + ride a big dragon

After walking for another two or three weeks, Ores had already killed many powerful monsters. His core was handed over to be the teacher's food, and his body was stored in the ring.Unlike the first big fireball that burned to ashes, now he controls the flame very purely, so in addition to saving his own food, there are still a lot of monster meat left to sell when he arrives in the city.

In this process, not only monsters are killed, but also people.

The closer you get to the edge of the other side of the forest, the closer you are to the bustling city, and you can gradually see the path, along which you can go to some small villages.And on this road, the chances of encountering robbers and robbers became very high. Even in the caravan passing by, there were people who wanted to kidnap Aures for a big price.

Ores learned to kill.

It was the first time he was splattered all over with the blood of the same kind. He didn't come back to his senses until the other party fell down. His hands trembled so much that he couldn't even hold his staff steadily.Slowly, more and more people were killed, and he kept telling himself that these were all villains and that no future troubles could be left behind.

From being ignorant and ignorant, he became more determined, more mature, quicker and more precise in his strikes, and no longer had unnecessary sympathy for the enemy.

Atlas saw it all.

These are more or less what it has experienced before, killing, trembling, killing, trembling, killing, killing, killing... until it gets used to killing.

What is more terrifying than monsters are humans, the same kind that stabs knives secretly with a kind smile.

It used this method to allow Ores to see the other side of people's hearts in a short period of time.There are beautiful things in this world, and there are also ugly things.If he was still living in a small town, he might never meet him in his whole life.But now that he has been tied to Atlas, this long journey is destined to be peaceful.

It's all a must.

Just more or less.

However, when the whole person huddled into a ball and stayed in the hotel, Aurés still couldn't help trembling slightly.It's cold, even if you hold warm water in your hands, even if you sit in the corner of the bar closest to the fireplace, even if you are surrounded by the chatting and laughing of the townspeople and the snoring of drunks, it's still cold.

It is very lively here, as soon as you walk out of the forest and walk along the road, you will come to this small town, which is why there are mixed fish and dragons here, and all kinds of people will pass by or stay here.

It was already late at night, and only the bar on the first floor of the hotel was still buzzing with people. There were lone adventurers like Ores, wearing the same dirty robes, dozing by the bar; there were strong men from foreign caravans sitting around In front of the round table, talking loudly about novelty news and cursing the danger of this journey; there are three or five young people who look like locals, sweating profusely after work, opening their clothes and gulping alcohol, and from time to time chatting with the passing wine girls make fun of.

And the wine seller in scantily dressed clothes, with fluffy ears on top of her head, moved with her movements while smiling coquettishly.Aureis' eyes followed these lovely or charming women for a long time. This was the first time he saw a half-breed with animal ears on his head. In the past, they would be regarded as aliens or even monsters in remote towns.

An existence that was excluded like Ores.

Even if he's still fully human, just obsessed with magic.

Atlas also looked over, gave a "tsk" with some disgust, and hit Ores on the chin with a vine under the cover of the cloak, motioning him to look away.Aureis was a little confused, so he lowered his head and felt the ball sticking to his ear, and said earnestly, "Kid, be careful, these are not good women."

No matter how many times he listened to it, Ores still lost his mind, and his ears turned red unconsciously.There is no other, just because the teacher's voice is so pleasant, the deep and beautiful voice reminds him of the noble man mentioned in the storybook, every letter is like the whisper of a sympathizer.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... , just blushing as if covering up, holding water and sipping in small sips.Mistakenly thinking that it was because of these women that Aures was so ashamed, Atlas became inexplicably upset, slapped him again, and warned him severely: "When you see more of the world, there are all kinds of good women."

The heat on his face dropped a little bit, and Aureis came back to his senses. He wanted to refute, but changed to another test: "Teacher, did you have many good women before?"

Heartbroken.

Atlas, who has lived for thousands of years and is still an old virgin, who is addicted to experiments and made himself what he is now, is completely silent.Aures seemed to realize something and didn't dare to speak anymore. He just drank water to calm down, feeling a little happy and puzzled in his heart.

Well, even though Atlas didn't reveal his real identity, Aures still knew from the sporadic words revealed by his teacher that he was very powerful in the past, he was quite old but still a handsome young man , Now I don’t know why I have made this ugly and weird appearance, I have to go to Mordolan Forest to find the fruit of life to change back to the original appearance.

What do you think...they are all very popular types?

A group of people fell into a bewildered silence, and it was not until the sound of discussion came from the side that they regained their thoughts.Those were two magicians, who could be seen from the wands in their hands, talking about the news that happened in the capital.

From the chaotic conversation, Ores caught the words "great magister", "missing" and "hundreds of years", and then remembered the news in the old newspaper that he picked up outside the mayor's house before, saying that it was a A famous great magister suddenly disappeared and disappeared for hundreds of years, causing the royal family to be devastated.Because without a great magister, the country will lose a strong support, and it will be very disadvantageous if it encounters a war.

Atlas was a little guilty. It didn't expect a new experiment to become like this. After all, the royal family members respected it very much, and they had a good time in the Kingdom of Surya.

At this time, Ores tilted his head and asked in a low voice: "Teacher, is this person so powerful because of you?"

By the way, this guy doesn't know its identity yet.Atlas didn't expect to reveal at this moment that not only Thurya's people were looking for it, but the hostile forces should also be eyeing it, waiting for it to show up.The more you know, the easier it is to expose. Even if Aurelis keeps his mouth shut, some sinister means can temporarily invalidate the master-slave contract, and he can get some clues from his mouth.

It didn't want its preparatory students to fall into this situation, so it decided not to talk about the past, and changed the subject: "Anyway, you follow me, hey, even though you are stupid, you can still reach that level."

Wouldn't your conscience hurt, Mr. Grand Magister, for telling such lies?

Ores didn't ask too many questions. He was stupid (?) but not slow. He obediently drank the water in his glass and went upstairs.Their room was at the end of the second floor, small and dimly lit.

He took out the key to open the door, then took off the cloak, and Aurés buried himself under the quilt, making a comfortable humming sound.Atlas crawled off his neck, moved to the pillow, and whipped him a few times to let him have a good rest, and he had to go on the road tomorrow morning.

Well, raise your hand and blow out the lights with a little spell.Slowly, in the darkness, only the sound of steady breathing remained in the room.After a long, long time, Ores, who was still asleep, carefully stretched out his hand, and gently touched the tip of the vine through the moonlight coming in from the window.

If the teacher was awake, he would not dare to do this.

He withdrew his hand quickly as if he had been scalded by a fire, his fingertips still had a slippery cold touch, he shrank into the quilt, curled up into a ball and closed his eyes.

Really... so curious...

I don't know what the teacher used to be like...

In his sleep, Ores curled his lips, turned over, and leaned his head against the lump on the pillow.

Atlas slowly opened his eyes after the sound of his real sleepy grunt, hesitating for a moment, and still stretched out the vine to rub the top of his hair in front of him.

Silly boy.