Chapter 1405 Bucks Town

Qiao An gratefully touched Little Lolita's hair, and said softly, "It's almost noon, let's go on our way."

Ruby nodded, turned into a blood mosquito form, and got into Joan's cloak hood.

Joan put away the crystal ball, unfolded the scroll and chanted the spell, and disappeared into the teleportation brilliance rising from the ground.

A few seconds later, he and Ruby teleported to the sky over Bucks Town, 700 miles away from Midgard City, which is where he had previously installed the "remote sensing" observation point.

Joan spread out a pair of wide eagle wings in the air, slowly landed in the woods near the town, and transformed back into human form.

Ruby also got out from the hood of Joan's cloak, turned into a girlish form, and followed Joanna to the town.

There is a tavern near the entrance of the town, which Joan noticed just now when he cast a spell to investigate.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided to go to the tavern to sit for a while before going to Martin, and asked the locals about Martin's living conditions in the past year when he returned home.

It was still early, and the tavern in the small town seemed very deserted, with only a few customers, some of whom were hungover, and some were having lunch.

Joan took Ruby to the bar counter and sat down. He ordered a cup of black tea for himself and a cup of freshly squeezed apple juice for Ruby.

The proprietor of the tavern was a short, fat middle-aged man. Hearing that the regular guests sitting next to him called him "Mr. Fitzgerald", Joan guessed that this person was probably Charles Fitzgerald's father, and at the same time Also Martin Smith's uncle.

Joan was not good at chatting with strangers, and when he was hesitating how to speak, the tavern owner brought apple juice and hot black tea, and greeted him and Ruby with a smile.

"Good morning, are you two foreigners?"

"Good morning, uncle, we did come from a long way away." Ruby replied politely.

"I see that you don't look like businessmen, hunters or adventurers. Is it convenient for you to reveal your intentions? Uncle, I am very familiar with the situation in the town, so I might be able to help you."

Mr. Fitzgerald was all smiles, chatty and enthusiastic.

"Actually, I'm here to visit an old friend. His name is Martin Smith." Joan said nonchalantly, staring at the tavern owner.

"Oh? So you are Martin's friends!"

The tavern owner's eyes lit up, he patted his chest, and said triumphantly: "Martin is my nephew, I watched him grow up!"

He looked Joan's clothes up and down, and asked tentatively, "Sir, are you also a mage?"

Joan nodded frankly.

The tavern owner slapped his hands and said firmly, "You must also be a graduate of Leiden College, Martin's old classmate, right?"

"I did study at Leiden College, and Martin was my senior." Joan answered truthfully.

"This is really great! Dear Mr. Mage, if Martin knows that his old classmate came to visit him specially, he will be very happy!" The tavern owner burst into laughter from ear to ear.

Joan sighed with complicated emotions, and said to him: "Martin is my senior, and you are Martin's elder, so don't be so polite to me."

"You can't say that. Although you are young, you are a distinguished mage after all. I dare not be rude in front of you." The tavern owner said with a smile, "Your black tea and this lady's juice are my treats, mage Mister must give me this face!"

Joan has long known that simple country residents are in awe of spellcasters, and there is the same tradition in his hometown of Delin.

In fact, most of those country bumpkins who dare to disrespect the master mage will immediately taste the punishment imposed by magic, and they will not even have a chance to regret it. Psychology of fear.

In contrast, spellcasters are more restricted in the city, and they dare not act too recklessly.

On the other hand, magic, which is rarely seen in the countryside, has been integrated into every aspect of urban life like the air—for example, the street lamps that can be seen everywhere on the roadside are magic creations.

City residents are well-informed, and smart children from relatives and friends are studying at the Austrian Law School. The city people have long been familiar with spell casters, and of course they will not show special awe.

Joan accepted Fitzgerald's kindness, thanked him and then asked him: "I haven't contacted Martin for a whole year, how is he doing recently?"

"That's needless to say? Martin is a master mage who graduated from Leiden Academy. Now that this kid has returned to his hometown, life is of course prosperous!"

Mr. Fitzgerald put his hands on his hips and smiled with pride from the bottom of his heart.

"Martin has used his magic to help the villagers solve many problems in the past year since he returned to Buckstown."

"Let's just talk about the two rascals who used to come to my tavern to eat and drink for free! Martin just caught them making trouble in the tavern that day, so he took a bundle of straw rope from the wall and threw it at the feet of the two rascals. Some spell, hey, guess what?"

The tavern owner first put on an exaggerated frightened expression to whet the audience's appetite, and then announced the answer in a serious manner.

"The bundle of grass ropes actually came alive, wriggling on the ground like a boa constrictor, tied up the two half-drunk rascals, dragged them out of the door, and hung them upside down on the tree, scaring them so much that they peed on the spot and went Never dare to come to the tavern to make trouble again!"

Joan and Ruby looked at each other in a tacit understanding, and couldn't help laughing.

The 1-ring arcane "activating rope" is not a great magic, but it was described by the owner of the country tavern, and after vivid rendering and processing, it is almost like a legendary story told by a bard.

"Uncle Fitzgerald, Mr. Smith was just elected as the new councilor of this town last week, so don't keep preaching about his deeds of teaching young hooligans! For a distinguished councilor, this is not honorable at all!"

A regular customer of the tavern walked up to the bar with a beer glass and joined the chat with a smile.

"Mr. Smith's most remarkable deed is leading the town's militia to repel the 'Red Hat Bandits'!"

"Our Mr. Smith, threw two 'fireballs' at random, and scared away all the evil little monsters. He is indeed a master mage who graduated from Leiden College!"

Ruby listened to the chat between the tavern owner and the guests, with confusion in her eyes, she turned around and asked Joan in a low voice, "What kind of monsters are the red hat thieves? They can't be just a group of goblins wearing red hats, right?"

Joan shook his head and told Ruby: "'Red Cap' is not a goblin, it refers to a kind of evil goblin. In my hometown, Alfheim Forest, the number of all kinds of goblins is probably no less than that of goblins." !"