4 4. Advertise on the board

A carriage arrived at the entrance of Ban Glean City, in the pale light of the evening sun. Under the guards' questioning gaze, the car slowed and the coachman waited for the guards to approach him.

"Who are you? Where are you coming from?"

The guard's simple phrase used a rather harsh tone of voice. The five-man squad standing on their swords, hands ready to strike at any moment, awaited the answer from the charioteer.

"I am Gerlat of Ban Glean, and in my car is the Master Sorcerer, from the Ban Ard sorcerer school."

At his words, the guard spat directly on the ground. "If that old man is in your car, I am the most attractive man. Couldn't you find another lie, you asshole?"

"I don't think his name is even on the list, Feer, go see if his name is on the list."

Next to the mocking voice, a younger soldier than the others gave a stern military salute and quickly checked the list. Stuck for a while during list check. It did not occur to both him and the soldiers that a soldier like him could read so slowly.

"Gerlat of Ban Glean went to the Ban Ard Sorcerer School today. The reason is to bring a newly graduated sorcerer... Sir, he may be telling the truth."

The rookie's voice was grainy as he read. Soon after, his voice returned to the familiar village mouth.

When the soldiers heard the sound, he froze for a while. Meanwhile, Ron had to finish his meditation because of the noise outside. Feeling a slight discomfort, Ron opened the car window and stuck his hand out. Then he let the fire gather in his hand.

All the soldiers were stunned for a moment as the fire brought forth its dazzling brilliance under the influence of the darkening air. Afterwards, they all took a proper stand and bowed, "Go ahead, we don't need to disturb Master Sorcerer any longer."

After this uneventful situation, Gerlat brought himself in front of an inn called "White Dream". "Master sorcerer, I brought you up to the lady as you requested."

Ron got out of the car. He had a small pouch in his hand and threw it directly at Gerlat. "I can't call your service excellent, but at least you brought me on an uneventful journey."

After the words, she entered the inn with her small bag without looking back. Ron made his way to the counter, where the drinking tables were completely occupied and the loud noise—especially the dwarves at only two tables—mixed with the drink.

"I want a room for two days. Morning and evening meals and daily hot water must be brought to my room."

The innkeeper first studied the boy for a while. Then, when he saw the Ban Ard school badge on his chest, his grim expression disappeared. "These demands will be 20 Crons, sir."

Quickly calculating his resources from his memory, Ron nodded and took 20 Crons out of his bag. "Show me my room then," he raised his voice slightly. His voice seemed to have barely reached the innkeeper.

The innkeeper shook his head quickly and dropped the dirty cloth in his hand. He then walked ahead with a set of keys in hand to show him his room.

Arriving at his room with the slight creak of the wooden floor, Ron grumbled as he couldn't find the luxury, he was used to in Ban Ard, but remained silent because it was a room similar to the quality of his father's house. He laid himself on the bed and began to meditate, feeling his strength increase little by little with each meditation.

Tomorrow he would place an advertisement, hiring a merchant wagon or mercenary unit to accompany him to Novigrad.

Although meditation always kept him energized, he felt that it was much better to sleep tonight. Ron closed his eyes and lifted himself up as the first light of day began to enter his eyes.

He kept himself busy until hot water came. Ron, who takes a bath and eats his breakfast; He made his way to the billboard, just across the street from the inn.

Looking at the writing on the clipboard, Ron was sure he wasn't out of luck. The trade caravan he was looking for had already left early yesterday. He knew all he could do was leave a note here and tell him where he was.

He tore a small piece of paper from his bag. Even though it hurt his heart for wasting those precious papers, it didn't stop him from writing with his ink quill.

Ron wrote a brief introduction of himself and what his purpose was, and then attached the paper where he lived and how to find himself. His only thought now was that the educated mercenary to read this paper was here.

By the time he had placed the notice on the board and returned to the inn, rain clouds had gathered and it had begun to rain. Ron returned to his room, not neglecting to mention the notice he had written orally once to the owner, just in case.

Now that he was a master sorcerer, he knew he had to choose a research topic for himself. In this situation, he wasn't sure what to move forward with because he didn't have many resources.

Because of his affinity with fire, he didn't find it logical to devote himself entirely to fire. Or he didn't want to move forward with the stinking cheese prophecy called Tyromancy, which he had learned earlier and didn't like.

He was immediately canceled as even the thought of it caused trembling in his body. At a young age he imagined himself smelling like cheese and saw beautiful women running away from him. This further increased his disgust for this episode.

Unable to find a clear research method, Ron could only choose to consolidate his existing knowledge. He took out the theoretical book about Geokinesis and Geomancy, which he had read half before, from his bag and began to read.

Time flew by with the book. It was already the next morning, the chirping of the birds adding joy to the whole morning. The footsteps of the people herald the light of day. The swear words showed how much people hate the morning.

Ron could roughly imagine how much he would have hated mornings if he had been a drinker.

As he listened to the sound of the crowd of people, the sound of a horse's hoof fell in Ron's ears. From the slowness of the voice, he could tell that the horse was tired.

Although not as much as mutants, a sorcerer's body and perception were also far superior to ordinary humans. If their brains weren't much more developed, they wouldn't be able to keep all this information and magic in their mind anyway.

Their voices grew louder as the horse and its rider approached the inn where Ron was staying. Although Ron wondered who s/he was, knowing that caring more was not going to do him any good, he threw himself into morning meditation.

When the horse and its rider arrived at the inn called "White Dreams," the rider tied his horse and told the attendant to provide the best service.

The voice itself was quite subtle and carried feminine. The attendant wanted to see his face for a moment, but then stopped and focused on his work when he saw the swords that seemed threatening to him.

The person with the feminine voice habitually moved towards the billboard before entering the inn. There would usually be silly postings on the board, but it was customary to check this, as sometimes an interesting job could come up.

As a matter of fact, among all the advertisements, the advertisement belonging to "Ron Aydesson" was quite interesting. He was looking for someone to accompany a sorceress to Novigrad. The conditions were not specified at all, and 200 Cron was a very generous offer if the fee were not merely accompaniment, as she thought.

She became interested in the proposal as it looked interesting and also wrote where this person was. First, he had to understand who he was and know what his intentions were.