The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

Mentor Ryan will definitely love it!

I thought I could make some intimate gestures in the carriage when the driver wasn't looking, and it would be even better if something happened, but instead a whole bunch of mentors suddenly appeared?!

I'm so angry!

I'm so angry!

As Margie pulled her away, Claire still watched the departing carriage with reluctance, feeling a tightness in her chest and wanting to cry but unable to.

Maggie, of course, had no idea how Claire was feeling at that moment; she looked excited, like a child about to go on a picnic.

"Claire, I brought lots of fruit and snacks!"

"The passengers are all girls from the Principality of Ferrante, and they all really want to hear you tell them the story of the royal city."

"Besides, didn't you get first place before? They all admire you! They want to hear you share your experience!"

The story of the royal city is fine, we can talk about it slowly after we've experienced it.

But Ryan's mentor...

Mentor Ryan has fallen into a wolf's den!

What if those female mentors get lustful and try to do something to Mentor Ryan?

For a fleeting moment, Claire even pictured Ryan being cornered by those female thugs and having his clothes forcibly ripped off.

Mentor Ryan, looking pitiful and helpless, covered his body, huddled in a corner, and looked at himself with teary eyes.

No! ! ! ! !

Mentor Ryan!!!

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It takes three days to travel from the academy to the city of Anseth.

There are no smooth asphalt roads in this world. Even in the best road conditions, riding in a horse-drawn carriage will feel bumpy.

Therefore, the team would stop and rest every half day.

If it were other passengers, the carriage would stop in some towns at night to rest.

On the one hand, it was used to rest and recuperate the horses, and on the other hand, it was used to avoid bandits who might appear on the road.

However, the people sitting in the car were the academy's instructors, and behind them were the academy's students, the pride of the four nations.

Even if the bandits had the greatest courage, they wouldn't dare to lay a hand on this caravan!

Therefore, at night, the horse-drawn carriages would find some secluded spots nearby and camp there.

The night sky was filled with stars.

The coachman leaned against the side of the carriage and fell asleep immediately, while the students inside chattered excitedly, unlikely to fall asleep until late at night.

Norma and Milai were practicing their combat on a small hill in the distance.

Even from a great distance, you could hear the sounds of magic exploding between them as they fought.

Victor, while a theoretical mentor, was also a master storyteller. Surrounded by his students, he would recount one fascinating historical anecdote about magic after another.

Daphne remained the same, living a routine life like a child.

As night fell, I would curl up in the stone egg cradle, sucking my finger as I drifted off to sleep.

The responsibility of keeping watch naturally fell to Ryan and Tracy.

Ryan was on guard duty for the first half of the night.

Tracy took charge of the latter half of the night.

Time flowed slowly in peace and tranquility...

The students, being mostly children, had exhausted their energy and fell asleep. Norma and Mila, in the distance, also stopped, gazing at the night sky, seemingly talking about something.

Victor ran to a corner, secretly took out the crystal ball, and went to whisper with Shuna.

Daphne's stone egg cradle swayed slightly.

Everything was so peaceful.

Under the starry night, only the faint chirping of insects could be heard.

Ryan sat by the fire, chewing on the beef jerky he carried with him and drinking fruit wine that wasn't very strong.

After all, the night wind can be quite chilly.

The dead of night always makes people more likely to fall into deep thought, and Ryan also took advantage of this tranquility to enter into contemplation.

Although the Scarlet Eyes incident is considered to be completely over, the mastermind behind it has not been found, and the lives on the other side of the rift have not been killed.

Especially Nina, she's a living person, why would she turn into a magic-suppressing stone?

Countless questions swirled in my mind.

For Ryan, this was not a perfect victory.

This also means that what happened at the academy will eventually happen again at some point in the future, in other places.

At that time, countless deaths and injuries will inevitably occur again.

This time, Scarlet Eye was wounded and escaped. When it descends again, both the mastermind and Scarlet Eye will surely be fully prepared.

Ryan knew that with his current strength, he would not win as easily as before.

He must become stronger again.

The best and fastest way is to activate another attribute circuit.

But there are only so many people around us, and even fewer people have six circuits.

Who to call?

Ryan fixed his gaze on Tracy, who was not far away.

She's no good; she only has five circuits, which isn't enough to bind them together.

Daphne wouldn't work either. Although she was an adult, she was short and looked like the girl next door who had just started junior high school.

Ryan felt that taking her into the dream world would break some kind of law.

And most importantly, even though she has five circuits, that won't work either.

The other mentors also had five pathways, so I had to give up.

Could it be that we need to find Phil, the cold-blooded assassin who works for Olina?

Six circuits, wind attribute.

Although she wears a mask all the time, her appearance after taking it off is indeed that of a beauty, meeting the requirements for entering the dream world.

The problem is... Ryan doesn't know where she is either.

Due to their nature, the Knights of the Shining Moon are unpredictable, so who knows where she might be right now.

To take it to an extreme, she might be on the endless sea right now, experiencing the ebb and flow of the Age of Exploration.

"Hey......"

"I never imagined that one day I would be troubled by women's issues."

Just then, footsteps sounded beside me.

I turned around and saw Tracy.

She was wearing the same clothes she had worn during the day, but to ward off the slight chill of the night breeze, she wore black stockings and had a thin blanket draped over her shoulders.

It has to be said, Tracy is still the same Tracy we all know and love.

Whenever she needed to, she could always pull out brand new black stockings from who-knows-where and put them on.

If Ryan didn't know Tracy well, he might have mistaken her for someone selling stockings.

"What, our great hero, does he also think about women?"

"Late at night, someone was muttering about women, women."

"When did you become so thirsty?"

Tracy sat down next to Ryan and pulled the blanket around herself tighter.

Her hands kept squeezing and kneading her legs, trying to relax them as much as possible. The kneading moved from her tight thighs encased in stockings all the way forward, finally reaching her feet.

Her toes, hidden beneath the black stockings, parted slightly and then slowly closed.

There's a touch of playfulness in it.

Perhaps it was because of the firelight, but her face looked very red.

Ryan sighed.

Ryan always felt a strange sense of relaxation when he was with Tracy.

This sense of relaxation caused their conversations to always hover on the edge of a subtle ambiguity.

"Yes, I'm quite thirsty."

"Spring is the season of rejuvenation, and it's normal to be a little impulsive during this season."

“So, you’d better watch out.” After saying that, Ryan deliberately leaned closer to Tracy, boldly touching her black-stockinged legs with one hand, his face showing an expression that looked like he wanted to devour her: “If you come too close, I might just turn into a beast and eat you up!”

Ryan had expected that after hearing what he said, Tracy would, as usual, give him a hard slap on the back and then scold him playfully.

What a beast! How could he lay a hand on his sister?

Unexpectedly, Tracy acted out of character, first bringing her legs together to firmly clamp Ryan's hand, while looking at him with an extremely serious gaze.

In her moist eyes flowed a deep emotion that only Ryan could see.

"So...do you really want to eat me?"

Chapter Seventy: Brave Sailors Bravely Confront the Storm

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