222: Go On A Trip

Go On A Trip

Many adventurers kept their distance from her. Obviously, she was that frosty dragon.1

Mag watched her, alert for any signs of incoming attacks. He was in a dangerous situation right now, but because of Mag Alex's memory, he didn't feel frightened.

Amy was peeping at her from behind Mag, eyes wide open and shining with excitement.

A big hound crouched down on the ground in fear, while Ugly Duckling was growling in Amy's arms.

The girl was around 20, with skin as white as snow and beauty that was otherworldly. She was looking at Mag with an indifferent air.

Then she saw the kitten. It's not afraid of me? Stupid cat.

When she noticed Amy, her eyes softened. Mag couldn't feel the coldness in the air anymore. She turned around and walked into the city. With every step she took, frost appeared under her feet. Then, she suddenly disappeared.

All the people felt deeply relieved.

A 7th-tier magic caster or a 7th-tier knight could never have been that frightening.

They took a look at Mag, and felt happy that the dragon had spared them.

Amy stepped out from behind Mag's back happily. "That big sister dragon is so beautiful, Father! But how did she disappear all of a sudden?"

"By magic, I think," he answered. We were so close to being taken out on our first quest! She's truly gorgeous, though.

"I want to learn that magic too, Father!" Amy looked up at her father, excited.

"Okay. I'll ask your master to teach you tomorrow."

Amy nodded delightedly. "Thank you, Father. Master Half-beard must know how to use that magic."

Mag smiled and touched Amy's head. Then he poked the kitten in the head with a finger. "You ought to behave. Never provoke other people!"

"Meow, meow," it cried, reaching out a paw defiantly.

Amy patted the paw. "Pull it back!"

"Meow." It withdrew it immediately.

Mag took out the map and studied it.

Mag might not be able to read the map, but the same thing couldn't be said for an officer like Mag Alex.

"We'll go there—outside the Valley of Thorns. It's a less dangerous place," he said, putting the map away.

It was still very dangerous, though. It was a place with a few 5th-tier magical beasts, some 3rd-tier and 4th-tier ones, and many 1st-tier and 2nd-tier ones.

The Valley of Thorns was actually made up of several valleys and mountains. It was known for its thorn bushes, amidst which precious ingredients and herbs could be found. They could be worth much more than a high-tier magical beast, so the valley was constantly attracting low-level adventurers.

The adventurers were free of the worry of being killed or robbed of their kills or findings. The Chaos Guild would conduct a full investigation and bring the robber or killer to justice.

Several years ago, justice had been served by killing several high-level adventurers, including a descendent of a 9th-tier demon. After that, people started taking that rule seriously.

Mag was headed for the mountain slope west of the Valley of Thorns. The temperature was higher there because of a hot spring. Fire chickens liked it there.

The black stone road ended half a mile from the gate, and then split into several dirt paths made by those walking there.

A band of knights rode past them, raising a cloud of dust. Some people muttered complaints.

An old adventurer was driving a donkey cart unhurriedly, with four young boys sitting in the cart looking around curiously. They had to be rookie adventurers, going on a quest for the first time.

The cart was followed by several fully equipped men on horses. By the look of them, they were veteran adventurers, and were there to watch over the boys.

Mag and Amy were the most conspicuous—an unarmed man with a little girl and a cat. They looked like tourists going on a trip, only the place they were headed for was the last place one should choose for a trip.

"Why are they looking at us funny, Father?" Amy asked.

"Because…" Mag paused a moment, stroking his chin. "Because they are amazed by my good looks, I think."

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