Sixth Ring Wizard Chapter 71: The Village

Count Hu En originally planned to arrange a bunch of guards, but Herag thought about it and refused.

The symbolic significance of these guards was greater than their actual function. If he could handle it himself, he didn’t need them, and if he couldn’t, these guards would be of no use either.

Moreover, within the territory of the Banks Family, few bandits dared to attack their carriages, making the presence of guards sowhat redundant.

Herag finally left only the driver, soone to navigate the roads, allowing him to have so peace of mind.

"Mr. Herag..." Josh hesitated to speak.

Herag was about to board the carriage, turned around and smiled: "Your father can live for a long ti yet, there should be not much trouble now."

If the dark energy particles in Count Hu En weren’t removed, he indeed wouldn’t have long to live, and these two brothers would surely wage a great battle for power and profit.

Now, Count Hu En can live for at least another few decades, so there’s no need for the brothers to fight to the death; they can comfortably be noble scions.

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

Herag’s carriage was evidently prepared ticulously by Hu En, inside was a spacious bed covered in soft silk, allowing for comfortable rest during the journey.

Behind the bed, there was a cabinet on the wall, with bottles of red wine inside.

Food and other supplies were stacked in the latter half of the carriage, plenty for Herag and the driver to enjoy.

The driver’s na was Sid, nineteen years old, he appeared to be a clever young lad.

The carriage’s exterior was luxuriously adorned, especially the emblem of the Banks Family was quite prominent, prompting pedestrians on the street to quickly dodge aside, afraid to approach.

Herag lay inside the carriage, silently ditating.

The seventh star in his mind was slowly forming; Herag completed his ditation practice leisurely every day without urgency.

Until finding a thod to effectively speed up ditation, such things cannot be rushed.

Two hours later, Herag slowly opened his eyes.

He stroked his chin thoughtfully: "It is estimated that it will take another three months to complete the ditation of this star, and based on this calculation, it will take more than a year to et the promotion requirents for a Third Class Wizard Apprentice. This body is fifteen years old, I need to advance to an Official Wizard before eighteen..."

Most Official Wizards are promoted before eighteen; if it exceeds eighteen, the probability of promotion to an Official Wizard is quite small.

Herag temporarily didn’t understand the principle; all he could do was to improve his strength as soon as possible and let his spiritual power et the standard early.

"Shenlan, search for thods to accelerate ditation or enhance spiritual power."

"Searching..."

"165 thods found."

Herag looked at the long list and continued to give instructions: "Filter for thods with no side effects, suitable for , and achievable at this stage."

"1. Formulate magic potions to assist ditation, accelerating ditation speed."

"2. Formulate magic potions to increase spiritual power, more quickly eting promotion requirents."

Shenlan provided two thods that seed feasible at this stage, Herag continued to ask: "Is there a formula for a magic potion to accelerate ditation?"

"The formula requires research and the main body needs to experint and verify."

"Then simulate the formula for a potion to speed up ditation, how long will it take?"

"Task has been archived, expected to take six hours, estimated to consu 19% magic power."

Herag was a bit surprised: "It actually takes so long, he didn’t expect Shenlan to take six hours to complete this task."

"This task involves multiple data calculations and simulations, so it will take longer," Shenlan explained.

Herag planned to let Shenlan complete this task first before simulating the formula for a potion to increase spiritual power, but he didn’t have much hope.

Existing potion formulas can also increase spiritual power, but their price wasn’t sothing Herag could consider now.

Magic potions that can directly increase spiritual power are very expensive, Herag didn’t think Shenlan could create a cheap version.

Three hours later, the speed of the carriage began to slow down.

They had already left the city, traveling through desolate countryside for a long ti.

Sid sitting in the carriage head said, "My lord, I rember there’s a village ahead, we can rest there tonight."

"Hmm," Herag lightly responded.

Staying overnight in populated places never goes wrong, in deserted areas anything might happen.

The carriage slowly ca to a stop, Sid lifted the curtain, bowed his head and said, "My lord, we’re here."

Herag got off the carriage, ahead was a dilapidated village, houses all made of piled-up earth, resembling caves inhabited by primitive people.

Most people in the village hid in their houses, peeking through doors or windows quietly observing Herag and Sid.

At the village’s entrance stood an elder with grayed hair, who, upon seeing Herag disembark, trembled and knelt: "Spare us, my lord, we will pay the taxes we owe as soon as possible; we truly can’t gather any money now, please grant us so more ti."

Herag glanced at him and said: "I am not here to collect taxes; I am rely passing through and plan to stay here for the night. Please excuse the disturbance."

"Not here for that?" the elder laboriously lifted his head, straining to observe the carriage, "But on the carriage it clearly is..."

Sid explained at this point: "Herag is a guest of our Banks Family, rely passing through today."

Only then did the old man realize he might indeed have misunderstood, letting go of so weight in his heart.

"Bring out your best food, my lord is weary from travel, and prepare the best room for my lord to rest," Sid ordered unceremoniously.

The elder looked troubled but dared not defy, quietly saying, "I will prepare it right away."

Herag looked at the impoverished village and thought to himself, what could they possibly prepare?

He reached out to stop the elder: "No need, we have enough food ourselves. From what I’ve seen, you probably don’t have any suitable places here either, I’ll rest in the carriage tonight so we won’t disturb you further."

"This..." Sid was surprised, considered such arrangents quite natural, unexpected that Herag intended to sleep on the carriage.

He had thought of selecting a pretty girl from these peasants to send to Herag in the evening.

Herag gave him a stern look: "We are only staying here for the night, don’t cause an uproar among them, I prefer quietness."

Seeing Herag’s slightly threatening gaze, Sid bowed and said: "Understood, my lord."

Herag did not think of himself as a savior, nor could he offer any help to these peasants. This was a societal issue that he alone could not change.

But he couldn’t bring himself to absorb the blood of these starving, skin-and-bones peasants when he had food to satisfy himself.