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Two days later, in the early morning, a thin mist hung like gauze.

"Herod—"

A spirited horse, puffing out white steam, paced nervously before the stone monument at the village entrance, which was covered in morning dew.

Millie Alder tightened the reins.

She first turned her head, glanced at the surrounding environment, and after confirming her location, she took out a yellowed scroll from her bosom.

This is a world map. It has been seventy years since I left my hometown. During these seventy years, I have traveled and stopped, but the reason I have not gone astray is because of this.

She lightly touched the lines on the map, compared them to the center, and muttered to herself, head down:

"It has been three days since we left that village. In these three days we have traveled about fifty li, and we are still about three thousand seven hundred li away from the capital."

"Gu Yuan, would you like to rest here for a while?"

The "li" here is not a modern unit of length.

A thousand years ago, society was similar to that of ancient Greece, where 1 li was equal to 1.48 kilometers.

Three thousand seven hundred li is about 5400 kilometers, which is really far. Gu Yuan thought about it and then agreed immediately.

He dismounted, discreetly rubbing his stiff backside, and tried to maintain a calm expression as he turned to Milield:

"A break would be good. By the way, is there any magic trick to relieve muscle fatigue?"

Although horseback riding was efficient, it caused a burning pain in his inner thighs, and his buttocks were so jolted so much that he almost lost all feeling.

The thought of having to cycle another 5,400 kilometers is unbearable.

This distance is equivalent to traveling from Mongolia to the Arctic—Gu Yuan felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.

Miliearde leaped lightly off her horse, put away the map, and frowned slightly.

His gaze swept over Gu Yuanzheng's subtle rubbing of his inner thighs, and then, recalling how frequently Gu Yuanzheng had been adjusting his posture over the past three days, a knowing glint flashed in his eyes.

"Of course," she replied, a hint of helplessness in her voice.

"If you were feeling unwell, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

How so?

Should he bluntly say that his butt hurts? Talk about his hips... Gu Yuan, as a man, still has some sense of shame.

Millie Alde shook her head slightly, seemingly unable to understand why humans would fuss over such trivial matters.

In her view, it is perfectly normal for children to seek help from older people when they encounter difficulties.

Thinking of this, he didn't care about Gu Yuan's helpless gaze.

She raised her hand, magic surging at her fingertips, and with a flick of her finger, it transformed into a shooting star that disappeared into Gu Yuan's muscles.

As the emerald light merged in, Gu Yuan felt a cool sensation spreading from his spine, as if countless gentle little hands were massaging his aching lower body.

The accumulated fatigue vanished instantly, and I felt much lighter.

I jumped around on the spot.

good very good.

Wait a moment…

He suddenly looked up, and his eyes lit up.

Since it works so well, can it be used to assist in training?

Just as Gu Yuan was rubbing his chin, pondering the possibility, Miliald finished casting her magic, tied up the horse, and headed towards the village.

Seeing this, Gu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and had no choice but to suppress his thoughts for the time being and quickly catch up.

Let's settle down first, then we can talk about other things later.

A moment later, the two met the village chief.

……

"A traveler..."

The wooden door to the village chief's house was only slightly ajar, and a wrinkled face peeked out from the shadows.

The old man's white beard trembled slightly, and his cloudy eyes warily scrutinized the visitor.

Only after confirming that there were just two ordinary travelers in front of him did he relax his tense shoulders and slowly open the door.

"Are you staying here for a while?"

The village chief coughed a few times; his voice was very hoarse.

"Well... to be honest, you're early."

"Some strange things are happening in the village right now, so I don't recommend you stay."

"Strange thing?" Gu Yuan raised an eyebrow and subconsciously looked at Millie Alde.

There's only this one village within a radius of fifty li; we can't possibly ride horses for another three days.

I don't know if she can solve it.

Millie Alde noticed Gu Yuan's gaze and frowned again.

She suddenly realized that since meeting this human, she had experienced more emotional fluctuations than in the previous ten years combined.

This guy... does he want me to handle this?

"I'm sorry." Gu Yuan realized he had been a bit rash, and had unknowingly become dependent on the elf.

If Milie Alder can't handle it, sending her would be nothing short of suicide.

We absolutely cannot take any risks.

Just to be on the safe side, I pulled her along to leave, but Millie Aldeh lowered her head and fell into deep thought.

She raised her hand and broke free from Gu Yuan's grasp:

"Wait a minute, Gu Yuan, let me hear what this strange thing is about first."

"As I said before, to avoid boredom, we elves spend most of our long lives immersing ourselves in exploring something."

"What I seek is wine. Sir, may I ask if the strange occurrences here are related to wine?"

Just as Frilian's obsession with magic led her to repeatedly fall prey to mimics, Millie Alde is equally powerless against alcohol.

This is also why I forced myself to drink the Lao Bai Gan last time, even though I knew it was hard to swallow.

Gu Yuan's eyelids twitched, and his gaze fell on the village chief.

Upon hearing Miliald's words, the village chief was shocked to realize that the woman before him was actually an elf.

It was too dark for him to see clearly, so he rubbed his eyes.

He then shook his head and said:

"Alcohol... I'm sorry, the strange thing I was referring to was disappearance."

His voice lowered, "It's been five days. Every day someone disappears in their sleep."

"Although we have raised some money to invite the monk to come and investigate from a nearby town, we don't know how long it will take for him to arrive."

"So, you two, you'd better leave quickly before anything strange happens to you."

Missing? Gu Yuan's thoughts immediately raced, and he had already come up with a plot that could be thousands or even tens of thousands of words long.

It could be the work of demons, or it could be a human conspiracy... Wait, monks?

Isn't this a follower of the goddess?

Are they also in nearby cities?

Gu Yuan turned to look at Miliald, his eyes asking if the Holy Scripture could be obtained from there.

Millie Alder frowned and explained softly:

"Monks also vary in strength. This is the Southern Continent. Even if there are monks here, their faith in and connection with the goddess is far less than that of the church headquarters in the Central Continent."

She paused for a moment, then said, "I don't recommend you waste your time there."

Is that so? Gu Yuan secretly doubted.

Since Milie Alde has said that she does not believe in goddesses, then why does she know so much about them?

Indeed, I had to see it with my own eyes before I could give up.

Gu Yuan decided to stay.

However, just in case he got lost or encountered any misfortune, he decided to get away from the village for a while.

We'll make further plans once the monks arrive.

"Let's go, Miliearde."

Gu Yuan left immediately, waiting for an opportunity.

Three days later, the monks arrived.