I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

"Good boy/girl."

During the day, Bai Zhou raised his hand and gently stroked the head of Mon3tr, soothing it.

"Your Highness, how is the effect?"

After removing the hat and mask used to shield herself from the sandstorm, Kal'tsit asked Daylight about the results of the experiment.

"The effect is not bad. Mon3tr's attack weakened the force field shield by half."

"Only half? Your Highness, how long will it take to fully recover?"

Compared to Mon3tr, who seemed even more dejected because of the daytime incident, Kal'tsit was more concerned about the recovery of the daytime shield.

"It resumed operation one second after Mon3tr stopped attacking."

"A dejected wail~"

Mon3tr nuzzled Bai Zhou's shoulder with its big head, giving him a small complaint.

"Be good, Mon3tr is very strong, it's our capable partner."

Holding Mon3tr's head, Bai Zhou praised it like he was coaxing a child.

"A slightly pleasant hiss~"

Watching the interaction between the two, Kal'tsit shook her head helplessly, turned around, and dragged the sandworm aside to deal with it.

"Your Highness, would you like stewed meat or roasted meat for dinner?"

Besides the legs, other parts of the sandworm are also edible, but the texture is slightly inferior to that of the legs.

"Hmm, I feel that stewed meat would be better, and eating grilled meat in this weather would probably cause internal heat."

Eating barbecue in the desert at midday... are they afraid they won't be thirsty enough?

"Okay, then let's make stew. We can also add a few tomatoes to the soup."

"Your Highness, please prepare some clean water."

"it is good."

During the day, he raised his hand towards the sky, and soon a stream of clear water fell from the sky, turning into a large ball of water which he controlled and threw into the pot.

After lunch, there are still classes to attend in the afternoon...

Return to Victoria 42

"Phew! We're finally out of that wretched desert."

After spending more than half a month crossing the desert, the two finally left the border of Sargon and were about to step into the territory of Victoria.

In their pursuit of speed, the two traveled in a straight line, and perhaps due to bad luck, they didn't encounter a village until they left the desert.

However, the village didn't encounter desert bandits, but it did run into several groups. But after Bai Zhou tried to persuade them with both kind words and fists, these bandits cried and begged Bai Zhou to let them repent.

Bai Zhou wasn't a bad person either. Since these people were ashamed of their behavior and wanted to change their ways, he had no reason to stop them.

However, Bai was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see bad people who wanted to turn their lives around but had no way to do so, so he helped them out and allowed them to start anew. He figured that if he saw them again eighteen years later, each of them would be a model citizen.

"Watermelon, watermelon, Kal'tsit, how does Victoria's watermelon taste?"

Even though he has escaped the desert, which is like a steamer during the day and an icebox at night, Bai Zhou still misses watermelons.

“Victoria is rich in fruits and flowers, Your Highness. We can buy many watermelons from the local villagers as soon as we come to a village.”

"I recommend you try the Victoria raspberry; it tastes very good."

"Yes, I remember."

The daytime whispers propelled the giant stone northward.

Victoria has a warm and humid environment with frequent breezes along the roads. The broad-leaved forests beside the fields grow very well, making it an ideal and beautiful forest dwelling.

But there's also something that's quite annoying.

Due to environmental factors, Victoria's weather is unpredictable throughout the day, sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy.

"It's strange."

From the perspective of the giant rock, Bai Zhou reflected on the weather in Victoria.

“You need to get used to it, Your Highness.”

Since arriving in Victoria, Kelsey has been constantly writing and drawing on a piece of paper.

"What is this... a shopping list?"

Bai Zhou glanced at the paper, which listed the clothes and food that Kal'tsit was going to buy. But besides that, Bai Zhou also looked at the names of many other materials.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Victoria is known as the Land of Progress. It has many novel and interesting items from Terra. We can buy some things we need here."

Kal'tsit scanned the papers to make sure she hadn't missed anything.

“Speaking of which, Kal'tsit.”

During the day, something important came to mind.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

"We don't seem to have a pass for this area, is that okay?"

"..."

Kal'tsit put the paper back on the table, leaned back in her chair, and rubbed her temples.

"It's a bit troublesome."

"Although every city has its own sewers used by smugglers, it takes time to find them."

"Hmm...that sounds like it would be quite troublesome."

“We need to find a city so I can have someone make us a pass, Your Highness. We may have to stay here for a while.”

"Just do it, Kal'tsit. Let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you for your trust, Your Highness."

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[Victoria - Fog City - Western Lower Town Block 3 Drainage Access Road]

This is the gathering place of all sorts of people in this city, and also the best place to pour out darkness.

Here, you might encounter events such as slave trading, debt collection and lending, arms sales, and racial canned goods.

Therefore, this is also the best place for smugglers to buy Victoria's "official pass".

"Williamson?"

A deep voice sounded, but the mechanic who was repairing a delicate mechanical watch didn't move an inch.

"Wait a moment if you need something, otherwise you can leave."

The thing in his hand was a high-end item he got from a viscount. The broker who sold it said that it was originally obtained by an earl from a marquis, but somehow ended up in the hands of that young viscount. It was definitely a top-class item.

Now he only needs to look at the components inside, and he will have no shortage of such high-end goods in the future.

"The weather in the north is getting colder and colder, and even the crows with the thickest feathers have to fly south to avoid the cold winter."

The deep voice sounded again, but the strange words startled him.

"You...you are!"

"Long time no see, Williamson. It seems you've achieved your goals now."

How is Victoria's life?

Kal'tsit removed her hood, revealing her face, and nodded gently at the mechanic who already showed signs of aging.

"It really was you... Kal'tsit."

Having confirmed Kal'tsit's identity, seen her face, and heard her question, the mechanic seemed somewhat lost and forlorn.

"I thought this place would be a gathering place for geniuses, where countless inspirations would spark like fireworks in your discussions."

"But the truth made me give up. The least valuable things here are geniuses and passionate young people."

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. I've been busy all my life, but I can only live a wretched life in this stinking ditch."

The mechanic looked up, and Bai Zhou finally saw his face.

"Mechanical modification?"

"It's a prosthetic implant, where did this amateur come from?"

Williamson gave the tall man, Vayvan, a disdainful look with his still-intact right eye. Then he hurriedly got up to pull out a chair and hand it to Kal'tsit.

"Your Highness, please have a seat. We will need to wait a while longer."

Kal'tsit, however, gave the stool to Daylight.

"No need, Kal'tsit, please sit down. This shop isn't small; there's more than one stool."

After hearing what Bai Zhou said, Williamson rolled his eyes at him and kicked another stool to him.

Bai Zhou took a seat and then curiously looked around at the decorations of the small house.

Various strange mechanical limbs hung on the wall, along with some armor and the like.

Do people actually buy these things?

"So, which high and mighty nobleman has come to experience the lives of ordinary people?"

Kal'tsit's use of the word "Your Highness" just now revealed Bai Zhou's true identity.

Therefore, even though Williamson disliked this ignorant young nobleman, he still had to greet him respectfully.

In Victoria, the gap between the aristocracy and the common people was truly as exaggerated as mountains and valleys.

"It's beyond your imagination, old man."

During the day, he spoke in a distinctly Lentinium accent, and with just that one sentence, Williamson fell silent.

"Your Highness, please don't make fun of him."