Wizard: I can predict the future

Nord took a step and walked along the muddy road toward the center of the port.

Iria frowned, looked around at the dilapidated buildings and roads mixed with sewage and excrement, then looked at Nord who had already walked away. Finally, she gritted her teeth, gently lifted her long skirt, and quickly followed after him.

Evan looked at Iria who was following him, lifted his foot, but never put it down.

After hesitating for a moment, he stopped and looked at the two people walking away, calling out:

"Count Nord, Lady Aria, I'm not feeling well, so I'll head back to the manor."

Seeing that the two people ignored him, his ears turned red, he scratched his head, and finally walked back the way he came.

Nord originally thought that when Iria saw the state of the place, she would find it hard to accept, just like Evan, and would eventually return to the manor.

As nobles among nobles, the two had lived a life of luxury since childhood. In his previous life, he would have avoided this dirty and chaotic environment.

But now, having experienced countless wars, this place is far superior to the battlefield after the fighting, not to mention that as a legendary knight, he can temporarily shield himself from external stimuli.

However, he couldn't help but think more highly of Iria.

The two remained silent as they walked, and soon arrived at the center of the port.

Large merchant ships travel through this area, so the environment is naturally not as dirty and chaotic as the surrounding areas where commoners and slaves gather. There are even people specifically responsible for cleaning it up.

The roads were all paved with stone slabs, and there were simple drainage facilities along the way. The houses were also changed from simple wooden houses to stone houses.

Stepping onto the stone path, Iria took a deep breath and let down her long dress.

"If you ask me, we should first take the main road to the inner city, and then come to this port from the inner city. That way, we won't have to go through those slums!"

As she spoke, she looked at Nord.

But Nord's gaze was fixed on a dilapidated building not far behind him.

"What's wrong, Nord?"

Nord looked away and shook his head: "It's nothing."

Upon entering the port, he realized that two people were following him.

The two men were breathing more steadily than the commoners and slaves, and they stayed close by.

Although the two were well hidden, Nord's senses still easily detected this unusual situation.

However, since the two of them didn't make a move, he naturally didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

Few in this world dare to covet nobles, especially within a city; it's practically tantamount to sending one's head to the gallows.

Nord guessed that the two men were likely informants planted by the local gang.

These people, who straddle the line between nobles and commoners, are masters at maximizing their own interests and minimizing their own risks.

Whenever a nobleman from outside the city came to town, they would always find out his or her identity and purpose first, so as not to run into someone they shouldn't have offended, and at the same time see if these noblemen could bring them any benefits.

After walking a while longer, the sea breeze dispersed the unpleasant smell.

The horizon was no longer filled with buildings, but with a vast expanse of sea, where masts of varying heights rose into the sky.

Nord's gaze was soon drawn to a fleet of ships not far away.

The fleet consisted of more than twenty ships, all made of wood, with the largest of them being over forty meters long.

Looking at these ships, Nord was indeed somewhat surprised.

He originally thought they were just some sailboats that were ten or twenty meters long.

After all, he was quite familiar with the shipbuilding technology of the White Moon Principality and several nearby countries, and the largest ships they could build were only a dozen meters long.

A middle-aged man dressed in unusual clothes on the dock saw the two approaching, stopped talking, and quickly came to greet them.

"My esteemed sir and beautiful lady, I am Josiah Stanley, captain of a merchant ship from Honeyfire Town. May I ask your names?"

"Count Nord Blank of the Duchy of White Moon."

"Aria Raymond, daughter of the Duke of the White Moon Duchy."

Upon hearing this, Josiah's smile widened even more, and he turned to the side, leading the two toward the ship.

"Gentlemen, the exhibition has begun. If you find any exhibits you like, you can take them home by paying enough gold coins."

Nord found it strange. Merchant ships usually traveled between different places to sell large quantities of scarce goods and make huge profits. It was rare to see a special exhibition like this.

However, he did not show it, but calmly followed the captain onto the main ship.

After all, he had only been in this world for ten years, and he had not even set foot on all the countries on Leman Island, let alone the customs and rules of other islands.

Nord quickly stepped inside the merchant ship.

The entire exhibition hall did not feel oppressive; it was over 200 square meters in size.

However, there were only a dozen or so exhibits.

Inside the exhibition hall, many nobles were already standing in front of the various booths, most of whom Nord did not recognize, presumably nobles from the coastal city and the surrounding area.

However, there were a few people he was familiar with, namely the wizard trainees who had come to the coastal city with him.

Nord wasn't familiar with the other people and had no intention of going up to talk to them. Instead, he looked around the booth.

Each exhibit was placed on a simple wooden shelf, with a wooden sign next to it that provided no information, only a simple price.

These items are either extremely exquisite or show signs of age, and would be considered collectible even among the nobility.

However, these collections held no appeal for Nord, who had lived two lives.

What really concerned him was the price marked on the wooden sign; the cheapest one cost 10,000 gold coins.

This price is so high that even a common earl might not be able to afford it, let alone a baron or viscount, let alone just to buy a useless collectible.

Iria followed beside her, muttering in surprise as she looked at the exorbitant price.

"It's so expensive! The cheapest one costs a year's allowance!"

Nord rolled his eyes at her. "Look, she's speaking human language."

Even though he had acquired a considerable amount of money through the war over the years, he could only offer less than 100,000 gold coins.

Soon, he arrived at a booth in the corner.

It was a recorder.

This recorder is dark yellow overall, with no gemstone decorations or carvings on its surface, as if it were simply made by hand.

However, just as Nord's gaze fell on the recorder, a melodious flute sound suddenly rang in his ears.

The sound came suddenly, yet it was perfectly natural, as if someone had been playing it all along.

Nord's gaze sharpened.

In the next instant, the surrounding booths, figures, and candlelight became blurred.

In a daze, he seemed to have arrived at a vast grassland, where a middle-aged man whose face he could not see clearly stood under a towering tree, holding a flute in both hands, playing it with great concentration.

The flute music was sometimes gentle and sometimes soaring, as if it reached straight to the soul.

In that instant, it seemed as if Nord wasn't simply listening to a piece of music, but was truly immersed in the story told in that piece.

His mind gradually calmed down.

After an unknown amount of time, the flute music abruptly stopped, and everything before my eyes shattered.

Nord's gaze also shifted, slowly taking in everything in the exhibition hall.

The sounds of other people talking, the salty smell of the sea breeze, and the light and shadow cast by the candlelight gradually became clear, like a dream.

However, in that instant...

For some reason, Nord suddenly thought of the part about perceiving spiritual power in meditation.

He subconsciously tried to capture that specific frequency.

Before, no matter what he did, it was as if there was a thin mist between them, but now, he easily caught that unique frequency.