Chapter 48: Cliché

Ansair dreamed that he was sleeping on heaps of gold coins.

Suddenly a huge human hand appeared, swung wildly at his dragon face, and cursed loudly.

"Don't sleep, you lazy dog, given that you have so many growth skills, can't you be more diligent!?"

Ansair woke up suddenly and cursed in his heart.

'Good guy, I can quickly become a Legendary Demigod if I just lay down, why would I work hard every day, why waste that effort?!

In my previous life, I didn't have the time to roll around, will I continue not to have leisure in this life as well?

Long life is long, you should also enjoy the comfort of life.'

He is now sitting on a carriage, the wheels crushing the thin hoarfrost as the green grass tenaciously climbs up behind the wheel ruts.

Ansair and Osmond have left the Northern Ice Field and officially entered the territory of the Northern Countries.

"Brother Ansair, it's time for breakfast."

Ansair lifted the curtain of the carriage.

Outside the carriage, a teenage boy with a yellow and thin face was holding a wooden tray with some simple dishes on it.

Ansair stretched his waist and got off the carriage.

Taking the tray from the little boy, he randomly found a clean place to sit down.

This is a caravan, and the little boy is the person in charge of serving him in the caravan.

Leaving the Northern Ice Field, Osmond was going to take Ansair to the Kingdom of Ferrol, where he had an old friend who had adventured with him.

They bumped into this caravan not long after they set off. Ansair is a dragon who likes excitement and novelty as he proposed to go to the capital of Ferrol with the caravan.

Osmond was not interested at all, and said: "The road of the strong is a lonely journey."

For a while, he slanders Ansair for his low character.

However, after Ansair said that he would pay all the expenses, Osmond immediately had no objection and didn't wake up after finding a carriage.

A dragon's view of money is really a headache as well. Gold coins are for viewing, not for spending.

Following the caravan, passing through many human cities, Ansair saw the peaceful and tranquil life of humans.

In the era when family members could not be gathered wantonly, dragons had to look scarcely for meals, while humans, as the protagonists of the mainland, enjoyed peace.

"Wright, you are so thin, eat more meat."

Ansair handed a bowl of minced meat porridge to the little boy.

"Thank you, Brother Ansair."

Wright happily took the minced meat porridge. He didn't have many chances to eat meat as a handyman of the caravan.

He was an orphan, and when he grew up a little, he ran around with the caravan.

"Tell me about the amazing legend of the Magic City," Ansair asked Wright.

Wright is young, but he has seen and heard a lot. Along the way, he explained to Ansair a lot about the current situation of the Human Continent.

And what interests him the most is the legendary capital of magic.

The entire continent is divided east and west by the Church of Light and the Magic Alliance.

And the capital of magic can be said to be the heart of the Western Continent.

That is a paradise for all magicians, where all the legendary magicians who are enough to be recorded in the annals of history and the mystical magic that can change the world are born there.

It is the cradle that breeds powerful magicians, and it undergoes earth-shaking changes every day.

Only talented magicians recognized by the Magic Alliance are eligible to settle in the Magic City. It is a mysterious and charming place.

Although only a few people can enter, the legend about it is known to everyone on the whole continent.

"The capital of magic, it is said that it was first organized and established by the God of Law..."

After Wright finished his minced meat porridge, he danced and told the legend of the Magic City vividly.

His eyes are full of longing. It is said that as long as he goes into the magic capital, even the humblest poor boy can also stand up and become a noble royal magician.

In fact, Ansair first heard about the Magic City in the magic class taught by Nigus. Nigus is one of the academicians of the Academy of Natural Sciences in the Magic City.

As one of the core forces that can drive a dragon out of the continent, Ansair is very interested in this.

After breakfast, the caravan set off again, and they were not far from the Kingdom of Ferrol.

Seeing that they are nearing the city gate, Ansair called Wright over and gave him a book of martial arts.

Anyway, this thing is of no use to Ansair, and he doesn't know what the value is if he sells it for money, and it doesn't feel bad to give it away.

"I can't accept such a valuable thing."

Wright shook his hand in a panic, forget about the porridge and rice, this kind of martial arts technique is not cheap.

"Take it if I give it to you! What nonsense!"

Ansair pretended to be fierce and stuffed the martial arts skills into Wright's thin clothes, counting them as tips for his service along the way.

The reason why Wright is willing to follow the caravan regardless of hard work is that he hopes to have a chance to turn his life around besides earning a living.

It's just that the slightly stronger fighters look down on Wright's thin body and are unwilling to accept him as a disciple.

As he finally met the opportunity, Wright finally no longer refuse.

"Thank you so much, Brother Ansair!"

He happily hid the book in his arms and ran to the back of the caravan.

He couldn't rest assured that the secret book was carried around like this.

Wright was overjoyed, but he accidentally stepped on a stone and fell.

He hurriedly protected the secret book in his arms from falling out.

The stone flew up and just hit the wheel of a gorgeous carriage next to it.

"How dare you smash my carriage!"

A coquettish voice sounded from the carriage, a sixteen-year-old young girl was wearing a noble skirt.

"It's over, this kid is doomed, how dare he offend the granddaughter of His Excellency the Sword Master! Her temper is notorious..."

"Even after knowing that you still dare to say it? Don't die then!"

No one knows what the people next to him said, but the moment Wright raised his head, he felt that the world was frozen.

The girl's pretty face was slightly flushed because of anger, her frown was quite heroic, and her long hair fluttered in the wind.

Everything was so beautiful that Wright didn't even see the girl raise the long sword in her hand!

Fortunately, Ansair appeared in time and held the swung sword with his hand.

The girl's strength is not strong, and Ansair's hand has not been cut.

But if this sword was swung on the thin and small Wright, he may have to visit the dead gods first.

"Who are you, you dare to ruin Miss Martina's affairs!?"

A woman is the worst enemy to a prodigal son, and feelings are taboo.

So Ansair said without hesitation, "I am your father!"

He wouldn't get used to this kind of savage girl, and she wasn't his lovely sister.

"You!"

The young girl's face was flushed with anger, she had never experienced such anger after living for so many years.

She drew the sword hard, but it didn't budge in Ansair's hand.

"Let me go, troublemaker! Don't touch me!"

The girl cursed loudly.

Ansair shrugged as he let go as she wished.

The girl lost her strength for a moment and fell to the ground.

"Miss!"

Seeing the girl fall, the surrounding guards finally couldn't stand it anymore and surrounded Ansair.

It might be a little bad to fight right in front of someone's house. Ansair didn't worry about these bronze-level and iron-level fighters, but there was a legendary-level sword master in the capital.

"Stop! What are you all doing? Martina, why are you here?"

The person who spoke was an old man with white hair and some hunchbacks.

"Master Juggernaut!"

"Why did Master Juggernaut come to the city gate?"

The spectators lining up at the city gate and waiting to enter the city called out the identity of the old man.

"Grandfather!"

The girl let out a yell of joy, then pointed at Ansair and said.

"He bullied me, your granddaughter, help me teach him a lesson."

The old man has a headache on his face. This granddaughter has been loved since she was a child, so she has a bad temper and always loves to make things difficult for others because of little things.

Looking at the little boy behind Ansair's protection, he could already guess the whole thing.

"If you don't go back and swing your sword ten thousand times, you'll be ashamed of yourself here!"

The old man said with a gloomy face.

"Grandfather!"

The girl leaned close to the old man to act like a spoiled child.

But this time the old man didn't follow suit, he glared at the girl and said, "Hurry up! Do you think I came here today to stand out for you? If I let your old man know that I have such a carefree granddaughter like you, he'll definitely laugh at me!"

"Hmph, grandpa, you are the worst!"

The girl felt that she was being bullied by everyone, and her grandfather didn't help her out, so she suddenly felt wrong.

She cried until she ran towards the city.

"Miss, wait for us!"

The guards rushed after her.

Ansair turned his head and asked, "Are you okay?"

But he saw Wright staring at the girl's back in a daze.

'It's over, this child is hopeless!'

This is what Ansair said in his heart.

It wasn't until the girl completely disappeared from sight that Wright hugged the secret book in his arms even more tightly, his eyes full of determination.

What a cliché plot, Ansair covered his face.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why Osmond believed in the stories in the biography so much.