Three hundred miles away from the academy, in the port of Labrador.
The sun was shining, and the weather was clear. Seagulls were hovering above the cargo ships and fishing boats, and the breeze was mixed with a faint fishy smell, which was the smell of the sea.
Although it was only early in the morning, the port was already bustling with people. Porters were carrying boxes and baskets, sailors were repairing the hull and wiping the deck while humming foreign songs, tax officers with mustaches were counting the goods with a serious look on their faces. Some fishermen's kids were running barefoot and playing, squeezing in and out of the crowd.
When they passed by you, you had to be careful. Don't be fooled by their innocent little faces. Among them, there might be a skillful thief. Not long ago, Rob saw a merchant from the Free city-state being secretly robbed of his wallet by an eight or nine-year-old boy.
After the boy succeeded, he winked at Rob, who was dumbfounded, and curled up the corner of his mouth, showing a proud smile.
The Thieves Guild had been developing very well in Port Labrador. They selected talented children from those poor families, first gave them professional training, and then signed a contract with them. According to the contract, half of the income these kids earned in the first five or ten years had to be handed over to the guild.
As one of the seven largest ports in the Lionheart Empire, Labrador had a prosperous trade. Every day, countless merchant ships came and went, and there was never a lack of foreign fat sheep, especially those dwarfs. They always got drunk. Not to mention money, they didn't even feel when their underwear was taken away. When they opened their eyes the next day, they would find themselves lying naked in a shabby alley.
Rob and Sherlock were fine. Because of the majestic armor worn by the retainer knights, few people would bother them along the way. Rob had already taken off the mage robe given to him by the siren queen, which was said to have the 'strongest defense below the level of a divine artifact', and put on a coarse short shirt that could be found everywhere on the street. He told others that he was the squire of the knight.
He had to admit that the third prince was indeed very thoughtful.
With the retainer knight Shermie accompanying him, Rob didn't need to use magic to escape, and the people sent by the academy to catch him naturally couldn't detect the magic wave. Also, Shermie was a royal knight. That was why the experienced members of the Second Knight Division were fooled.
The first thing Rob did after escaping from the academy was to strip off all his luxurious magic devices and give them to one of the Third Prince's trusted mages.
It would be a lie to say that he did not feel heartache. With Rob's identity and status, his exquisite equipment could buy four or five medium-sized towns. However, compared to the freedom that he had been longing for, it was nothing.
Speaking of which, the old mage who was in charge of the liaison was also shocked when he suddenly received so much dreamy equipment. He couldn't help but have an evil thought of packing up and running away. However, considering the consequences of doing so, he would be wanted by both the royal family and the Magic Association. When that happened, there would probably be no place for him to hide no matter how big the Dawn Continent was. The old mage forcibly suppressed his greed.
Although he couldn't take them away, he could at least try them on. The old mage armed himself to the teeth with the exquisite equipment, disguising himself as Rob and leading the elites of the Second Knight Division to eat dirt in the wilderness. It was not until the seventh day that he ran out of magic that he was captured by Richard. However, that was a story for another time.
Let's turn our attention back to the future supreme mage.
Rob had been in a good mood these days. He had finally escaped from that terrifying magic prison, and everything along the way was especially pleasing to the eye. On top of that, the retainer knight had been trained well by the Third Prince. He knew the art of conversation and knew what the young man wanted to hear the most. He had been sketching out a bright future for the young man along the way.
The retainer knight said, "Sir Rob, you are a ferocious tiger coming down the mountain and a hidden dragon going into the abyss. You will definitely write your own legend in the future. I am so lucky to be able to travel with you. Maybe I can even show my face in the history books in the future. My life will be worth it!"
Rob was still a little bashful. He hurriedly waved his hands. I don't want to be a legend. I just want to marry and have children like an ordinary person. I want to live happily for the rest of my life.
"Sir, do you have a girl you like?" the retainer knight asked.
"Not yet." Rob blushed. He didn't dare to tell Shermie that he had never been in love even once, even though he was almost twenty years old. For a man, this was really embarrassing. The retainer knight became interested.
The retainer knight's interest was piqued, "Heh, choosing a wife is a great knowledge. Women from different places are very different. Southern women have a gentle temperament, tsk tsk, their skin is so soft that it feels like silk when you touch it. Northern women are valiant and aggressive, and they are the most wild in bed. Elven women are the most beautiful, they have an innate noble temperament. Unfortunately, most of them look down on humans. The women of the Beastman Tribe were very different. Among them, the girls of the Cat Tribe and the Fox Tribe were the most popular in the human world. It was said that there were also people with unique tastes who liked the female Dwarves who didn't take a bath for half a month. Tsk, tsk. Also, Sir Rob, remember, don't ever look for a woman in the king's city. They are the most snobbish. "
Even Rob, who was a newbie in love, could sense the jealousy in the last half of the retainer knight's words. Seeing Shermie's gloomy face, Rob knew that Shermie didn't have a smooth love life. Rob patted the retainer knight's shoulder sympathetically.
Shermie adjusted himself pretty fast. Soon, he was smiling again. He booked the ticket, and the ship would depart after a magic hour. Before Luo Bu decided where he wanted to go, the owner of a ship was planning to travel around the world. Luo Bu and Luo Bu decided to get on the ship first.
There was still some time before the ship left, so the retainer knight took Your Honor, the future supreme magus, to the city to have a good meal.
The most famous food in Prado Port was the cyan stickleback fish feast. Because cyan stickleback fish were rare, one table of fish feast cost twenty gold coins. Most people could only sigh at such a high price.
Of course, Rob was not an ordinary person. Although he left in a hurry this time and didn't bring a single copper coin with him, the retainer knight had a lot of money with him. Before leaving, the third prince had told him that Rob, Your Honor, would take care of all the expenses along the way. The prince only had one requirement, which was to make Your Honor happy. The more money they spent, the more reward Shermie would get when he got back. Sadly, the two came at the wrong time. This thing could only be eaten in December every year. The retainer knight felt very regretful. It was a rare opportunity to eat and drink with public money, but he couldn't grasp it.
Since they couldn't eat the cyan stickleback fish feast, the two could only settle for the next best thing. They found the biggest hotel in the town and ordered the most expensive food, planning to treat themselves well before they set sail.
However, just when they picked up their knives and forks and were about to eat, a disturbance suddenly came from the city gate.
The retainer knight poked his head out of the window, and his pupils shrank instantly.
White horses, silver armors, swords made of fine steel, and a lion was carved on the upper left side of his chest. The sixty-two uninvited guests who rushed into the city gate were dressed very similar to him. The only difference was the color of their cloaks.
Behind them was the red cloak of a royal knight, while Shermie's was the cyan cloak of a retainer knight.
"Damn it! It's the lords of the Sixth Knight Regiment! "The retainer knight exclaimed.
However, in the eyes of ordinary people, the majestic Royal Knights were not the most dazzling existence in this group. Compared to the tall, white-haired old man that they surrounded, this group of mighty and handsome Royal Knights were like wild monkeys that sprang out of some mountain valley.
The old man was wearing a pointy wizard hat and a black magician robe. Every movement of his was accompanied by flowing magic elements.
In his left hand was a staff with a charred top. It was the famous Eye of the Stars from the Second Magic War. In his right hand was a young man with a pained expression. He was the Third Prince of the Empire.
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