Sixth Ring Wizard

Chapter 65 On the Road

"Thank you, Mr. Herrag!" Josh was overjoyed.

"I'm just doing this for money. Escorting someone for a short distance earns me 10,000 gold coins. Where else can you find such a good deal? I just hope you don't go back on your word, or the consequences will be quite serious." Herag waved his hand.

"Rest assured, sir, I will never go back on my word." Josh's attitude was very sincere.

After eating and drinking his fill, Helag went into his tent to sleep.

Kieran made a bowl for Josh out of leaves, and then ladled a bowl of soup from the pot for Josh.

This was something Helag deliberately left behind, in exchange for washing the pot for him, which he was too lazy to do.

Josh didn't mind drinking the remaining soup from Hrag's pot. After taking a sip, he handed over the leaf bowl, saying, "Uncle Kieran, you can have some too."

He then broke the biscuit in half and gave half to Kieran.

Kieran hesitated for a moment but did not refuse. He had not eaten for two days and was indeed very hungry. Considering that there would be battles to be fought later, he ate it anyway.

Herag lay inside the tent, with a clear view of the scene outside.

He didn't sleep either, but lay down to meditate. Now that the meteorite grass was gone, he needed to work even harder to practice his meditation.

The rain stopped early the next morning, but the fog was even thicker.

Kieran leaned against a tree and closed his eyes to rest, while Josh fell asleep leaning against him, wearing Kieran's cloak.

Herag didn't hide the sound of him getting up. Kieran slowly opened his eyes, immediately checked on Josh's condition, and was relieved after confirming that there was nothing wrong.

With a wave of his hand, Herag put the tents, tarpaulins, and other items on the ground into his spatial ring.

He turned to the two servants under the tree and said, "I'm ready to depart."

"Okay!" Kieran and Josh obediently stood up and followed behind Herag.

Herag took out a map, checked the direction, and set off.

"Tell me about your situation," Herag said casually as he walked ahead. He needed to find out what trouble these two were in and what the situation was so he could be prepared.

"I am the second son of Earl Remy of the Tassoni Territory. A few days ago, my Uncle Kieran and I went to the countryside to check on the growth of the crops. Everything was going smoothly until we were attacked by a group of people on our way back. Those people were clearly prepared; they even had crossbows! Uncle Kieran protected me and fought our way out, but all the other guards were killed."

Josh's tone was somewhat sorrowful, and he seemed very angry about the deaths of the guards.

"Do you know who did it?" Herag asked casually.

Josh took a deep breath: "Who else could it be but Lucky, my brother? He's afraid I'll fight for his inheritance, and we've had our share of conflicts over the years. Now that Father's health is deteriorating, he's even more anxious."

"Oh." Herag nodded expressionlessly. There was nothing new under the sun; it was just another old power struggle drama.

"Are there still pursuers behind us? This isn't exactly the outer edge of the forest," Herag continued to ask.

It will take at least another day to walk out of this forest.

Kieran replied, "There were members of the Thieves' Guild, Grand Knight-level assassins. I wasn't confident I could protect Young Master Josh from them, so I had no choice but to run away."

"I understand, I can see him now, and he's looking at us too," Herag said, glancing southeast.

"What?" Kieran immediately tensed up.

Even he wouldn't dare say he could defend 100% against an assassination attempt by a Grand Knight-level assassin, let alone Young Master Josh, who doesn't even have Knight-level strength.

"What are you afraid of? Let's go, we still have a long way to go." Herag said nonchalantly, looking at the two of them nervously standing there looking around, somewhat speechless.

"Oh, okay." Kieran realized that there was a powerful wizard here, so he didn't need to worry too much.

The moment he saw Helag, he sensed that familiar yet mysterious aura. Although the Great Knight had no magic power, he had a certain ability to sense magic power.

He was very familiar with the aura emanating from Herag; all the powerful wizards he had encountered before possessed a similar aura.

In the distant forest, a bald man felt a chill run down his spine when Herag stared at him.

"How did he find me!" Robert was completely baffled. He was a Grand Knight-level assassin and the ace fighter of the Thieves' Guild.

He was always very confident in his stealth skills, and even his fellow Grand Knights found it difficult to see through his concealment techniques.

But now, even though they were more than 200 meters apart, the young man was able to spot his location at a glance.

"How is this possible!" Robert felt like he was seeing a ghost.

Most importantly, he dared not make a move.

He sensed a deep-seated fear in Hrag's casual glance.

His years of experience teetering on the edge of life and death told him that he would surely die if he rashly approached the man.

Robert, an exceptional thief, always trusted his intuition.

"This job is impossible to do now. It's such a waste of so many gold coins," Robert sighed, looking pained.

The thought of so many gold coins slipping away from him filled him with a pang of pain. But despite the pain, Robert was determined to abandon the mission, at least until the young man and Josh separated before he could make his move.

He's survived all these years thanks to his keen intuition and extreme caution; he has an exceptionally sharp sense of death.

"Give up?" From the deep blue detection, it seemed that the person behind them had left and did not intend to continue tracking them.

Robert felt increasingly uneasy. As he hung behind Herag, his fear grew stronger, so he decisively left, abandoning even the attempt to continue tracking and observing the situation.

"That saves me some trouble." Herag didn't mind and continued walking forward.

His physical abilities alone are now comparable to those of a Grand Knight, not to mention the various magical aids he possesses.

These ordinary knights and great knights are unlikely to pose much of a threat to him.

Herag didn't mention that the assassin had left, so Kieran kept his mind focused the whole way, constantly watching his surroundings.

Helag didn't bother to remind him; it was good to have another person on lookout duty, so why not?

The three walked until dusk, when they could see the plains at the foot of the mountain in the distance.

"Mr. Herag, let's rest in the forest tonight. The plains are too vast," Kieran suggested.

Herag nodded in agreement with his suggestion. Kieran's meaning was clear: if there were an enemy ambush, going down there would be like being a sitting duck with no way to maneuver.

The terrain in the forest is complex, so even if there are enemies lying in ambush, you can still maneuver around.

A Grand Knight-level powerhouse could easily handle dozens of people by himself in the forest at night, not to mention that Herag was also there.

(End of this chapter)