Sixth Ring Wizard

Chapter 71 The Village

Count Huen originally intended to arrange a large number of guards, but Herag thought about it and declined.

These guards are more symbolic than practical; if you can defeat them, you don't need them, and if you can't defeat them, these guards are useless.

Moreover, within the Banks family's territory, few bandits dared to attack the Banks family's carriages, making guards somewhat redundant.

In the end, Helag only kept the driver; having someone who knew the way would make things easier for him.

"Mr. Helag..." Joe hesitated, then stopped himself.

As Herag was about to board the carriage, he turned back and smiled, "Your father will live a long time, so there shouldn't be too much trouble."

If Count Huen's dark energy particles are not removed, he will indeed die soon, and the two brothers will definitely fight each other for power.

Now that Hu En can live for at least several decades, there's no need for these two brothers to fight to the death anymore. They can just live as well as spoiled noblemen.

Josh nodded seriously: "Take care, Mr. Herag."

Herag's carriage was clearly prepared with great care by Hun; inside was a spacious bed covered with soft silk, where one could lie down and rest at will during the journey.

There was a cabinet on the wall behind the bed, and inside the cabinet were bottles of red wine.

Food and other supplies were stored in the back half of the wagon, piled up in large quantities, enough for Herag and the driver to enjoy.

The driver's name was Sid, he was nineteen years old, and he seemed to be a very clever young man.

The carriage was lavishly decorated, especially with the Banks family crest clearly visible. Passersby on the street would all scramble to the side, as if trying to avoid it at all costs.

Herag lay in the carriage, meditating quietly.

The seventh star in his mind was slowly taking shape. Herag completed his daily meditation practice at a leisurely pace, without any impatience.

There's no rush to do this until we find an effective way to speed up meditation.

Two hours later, Herag slowly opened his eyes.

He stroked his chin thoughtfully: "It's estimated that it will take another three months to complete the meditation on this star. At this rate, it will take more than a year to reach the advancement requirements for a third-tier wizard apprentice. This body is fifteen years old; I need to advance to a full-fledged wizard before I turn eighteen..."

Most formal wizards are promoted before the age of eighteen. If you are over eighteen, the probability of becoming a formal wizard is very small.

Herag doesn't yet understand the underlying principles; all he can do is improve his strength as quickly as possible and get his mental power up to the required level sooner.

"Deep Blue, search for methods to speed up meditation or enhance mental strength."

"Searching..."

"165 methods have been found."

Looking at the long list, Herag continued to give instructions: "Filter, no side effects, suitable for me, and methods that can be achieved at this stage."

1. Configure a magic potion to aid meditation and speed up the meditation process.

"2. Configuring magic potions to increase mental strength will allow you to reach the promotion requirements faster."

Deep Blue offered two methods that were currently feasible, and Hellagur continued, "Do you have a potion recipe to speed up meditation?"

"The formula needs to be deduced and studied, and the main body needs to conduct experiments to verify it."

"Then let's deduce the formula for the potion that speeds up meditation. How long will it take?"

"The mission has been recorded and is expected to take six hours, consuming 19% of your mana."

Hrag was a little surprised: "It actually took this long. He didn't expect it to take Deep Blue six hours to complete this task."

"This mission involves a lot of data calculations and simulations, so it will take a long time," DeepBlue explained.

Herag planned to let Deep Blue complete this task before continuing to deduce the potion formula for increasing mental power, but he didn't have much hope.

There are existing potion recipes that can increase mental strength, but the cost of those is beyond what Hellagur can afford at the moment.

Potions that can directly increase mental strength are all very expensive, and Herag doesn't think Deep Blue can come up with a cheap version.

Three hours later, the carriage slowed down.

They had long since left the city and had been traveling for a long time in the desolate wilderness.

Sid, sitting at the front of the carriage, said, "Sir, I remember there's a village ahead. We can rest there tonight."

"Hmm," Herag responded softly.

Spending the night in a crowded place is never a bad thing; you might encounter anything in the middle of nowhere.

The carriage slowly came to a stop. Sid lifted the curtain and bowed, saying, "My lord, we've arrived."

Helag got out of the car and was greeted by a dilapidated village. The houses were all made of mud and looked like caves inhabited by primitive people.

Most of the villagers hid in their houses, peeking out from doorways or windows to observe Helag and his companion.

At the village entrance stood an old man with gray hair. After seeing Helag get out of the car, he knelt down tremblingly and pleaded, "My lord, spare our lives! We will pay back the taxes we owe as soon as possible. We really can't collect any more money now. Please give us a little more time."

Herag glanced at him and said, "I'm not here to collect taxes. I'm just passing through and plan to stay here for the night. Please forgive me if I'm disturbing you."

"No?" The old man struggled to lift his head, staring intently at the carriage. "But there was clearly something on that carriage..."

Sid then explained, "Lord Herag is a guest of the Banks family; he's just passing through today."

After he said that, the old man realized that he might have made a mistake, and he felt a little relieved.

"Bring out whatever good food you have here. The adults must be tired from traveling. Prepare your best rooms for them to rest in," Sid shouted without any politeness.

The old man looked troubled, but dared not disobey, and said in a low voice, "I'll go and prepare it right away."

Seeing how poor the village was, Herag wondered what they could possibly prepare.

He reached out and stopped the old man, saying, "No need, we have enough food with us. I've looked around and I don't think you have any good lodgings here. I'll rest in the carriage tonight and won't bother you too much."

"This..." Sid was surprised. To him, this was a perfectly reasonable arrangement. He never expected that Hrag would actually plan to sleep in the carriage.

He had already planned to pick a pretty girl from among these commoners and send her to Helag that evening.

Herag gave him a look: "We're only staying here for one night. Don't make a scene. I prefer peace and quiet."

Seeing the slightly threatening look in his eyes, Sid lowered his head and said, "Understood, sir."

Herag didn't see himself as a savior, nor could he help these ordinary people in any way. This was a problem of society, not something he alone could change.

But he wouldn't stoop to sucking the blood of these starving civilians when he himself had enough to eat.

(End of this chapter)