Eat tender grass + ride a big dragon

For the next journey, with the permission of Atlas, Ores no longer walked alone, but went with a reliable caravan going back to the Kingdom of Seran.

After training for this period of time, he is no longer the weak and half-baked magician he used to be. After helping the caravan fight off robbers and monsters a few times, the people in the caravan are very friendly to him, and the women like him even more. This good-looking and powerful young man will even open a small stove for him to make snacks or something.

Aureis also blushed and accepted them one by one. This was a kindness he had never experienced before. Since his parents died, people in the town pushed him out again. Now the caravan is full of bold young people or middle-aged people. Uncle, and enthusiastic sisters and aunts.After seeing too many bad guys, and looking at these people who greeted him with a smile, his heart is full of warmth, and he is even more dedicated to serving as a caravan guard.

Atlas didn't stop him from interacting with the people in the caravan. He just nestled on his shoulders and gave advice on how to deal with different enemies from time to time.When the road was free, Ores hid from the caravan and stayed behind the grass, letting Atlas stretch out the vines to snatch the desserts in his hand, trimming the withered leaves for him while eating.

Going west all the way, they saw a lot of novel things.Atlas felt that it was commonplace, but Ores was different. Even if he pretended to be mature, he was still a minor, and he was so happy to encounter these things that he couldn't find his way.

In border towns where there is snow all the year round, everyone has to wear thick down and down, and can gallop in the snow in a sleigh cart pulled by monsters.The eyes are silver and white, and the world seems to be full of white flowers.

Aureis shouted excitedly in the face of the heavy snow, and was covered by the vines in disgust, but soon he looked at Atlas, which was covered with snow and turned into a white ball, and let out a small laugh.

There is a village in the desert oasis. Everyone wears clothes woven from brambles. The men bare their chests, and the women wear half-sleeved tops and short skirts that expose their thighs. It is a hot scene.Even the brewed wine is so strong that a sip can cause flames to burn from the throat to the stomach.

Because his handsome appearance was different from that of the locals, Aures was chased by a cheerful orc girl to confess his love, so he hid in the caravan's tent in a panic, his face flushed when he heard the silver bell-like laughter outside.And Atlas was lying in a pile of thorn fruits, and he didn't bother to care about him, chewing the fruits like watching a play.

There is also the sea that can only be crossed by boat. This is the magnificence that Aures, who lives in the interior of the mainland and has only seen lakes, has never seen before. The seabirds who ran away after picking up the small fish, and the little mermaid with long blue hair sticking out from the side of the boat, bargained with the caravan to exchange pearls for gadgets on land.

Aurès was very happy and very painful, because he was seasick, so he had to lie in the cubicle by the window and sigh.

Atlas couldn't get used to his listless look, so he showed mercy and stretched the vines into the sea, picked up the precious seaweed and a few big mackerel that were only found in the deep, and stuffed them into the caravan's fishing net , Pretending to be arrested, the women who loved Aurès made him a fish soup, which was so delicious that he squinted his eyes.

In addition to these wonderful people and things, of course there are also contemptible and even angry existences.

The private Colosseum where children fight monsters, the guests wear masks and laugh while watching the bloody scene and place bets; the prostitutes with heavy makeup in the dark alleys of the slums beg the passers-by to patronize their bodies , so as to buy medicine for the seriously ill mother at home; the slave who was whipped for fun in the stands, spitting out blood, but had to come to the human trafficker to say "bad luck"; and the noble children who stopped Aures on the street, He proudly said that he would take him back to the mansion as the No. 30 pet, his greedy expression made people sick.

Atlas also grew up in a slum, and has always been intolerable to these things. Even if there is some background behind it, it is not afraid of causing trouble. What's more, it has all provoked Aures, how can he let it go easily .

All other poor people's poor things were taken care of by Aures secretly, but this time, after persuading Aures who wanted to do something, Atlas sneaked into the fat pig's house in the middle of the night , strangled people to death on the bed with vines.

As for hearing the news that the nobleman had died the next day, Ores turned his head suspiciously to look at the group basking in the sun by the hotel window.

Cough, Atlas, who was a little guilty, moved out, didn't speak, didn't speak.