The team is full of girls who are single until retirement based on their strength

Caesar was not originally a native here. By chance, he traveled to this world full of swords and magic.

He was surprised to find that this world was very similar to the background of an RPG game he had played before.

As he gradually collected information, he discovered that there was a wider world besides the game part he had experienced before, and the game plot he had experienced was more like a corner of the world's magnificent history.

So he put away his arrogance and learned to treat everything with caution. In order to avoid accidentally dying in the aftermath of some battle or the insignificant sparks of some messy forbidden spells, he did his best to speed through the game's plot.

I got all the materials that could be collected, all the equipment and props that could be obtained, and all the skills that could be learned in the story, and I quickly passed the final boss in the game story in the safest way possible.

Finally, not long ago, he successfully defeated the Dragon of Destruction, completed the game, and could finally retire.

My teammates said goodbye to me and returned to their hometowns. My three teammates are all beautiful girls with great personal charm, a priest archer warrior, a human elf werewolf. I also fantasized that my teammates all liked me and would eventually join my harem, but it would be embarrassing if my teammates knew about it.

Before they left, everyone said they would come back to see me, but was that true? Was it just some kind of rhetoric?

Just like in Nishizawa’s hometown, when they asked you to sit down for a meal, sometimes they didn’t really ask you to sit down and eat, it was just a polite way of saying it. If you really sat down to eat and you felt uncomfortable, the host would probably feel uncomfortable too, right?

Similarly, if her teammates were just being polite and asked her seriously when she would come to see them, it would probably be awkward for both of them, right?

At this time, Caesar was sitting by the window of the steam train, basking in the sun and thinking so.

After bidding farewell to his teammates, Caesar prepared to go to the capital of the Orn Empire.

This was the agreement he had made with others before defeating the final boss, to go to the Phoenix Magic University in the royal capital to serve as a professor.

As the saying goes, the small hide in the forest, the great hide in the city, Caesar's decision to become a professor at the Magic University was a well-considered one.

Although he had obtained a lot of precious materials and powerful equipment during his years as an adventurer, he would have no worries if he sold any one of them.

But considering that if these things were sold casually, they might be bought by evil-minded villains and turned into boomerangs to hit me, I thought about it and decided not to sell them.

Finally, Xi Ze decided to find a class to attend. Staying at home for too long will turn you into a useless person. Only by getting in touch with society can you have a normal schedule, unless you have an iron will of self-discipline. Xi Ze once had a deep understanding of this.

The Orn Empire is a fairly large country with a very large territory. Caesar set out from the border of the empire and took the train to the capital. It has been more than ten days since then.

Although the technology here is not very advanced and is still in the steam age, with magic as the driving force, the speed of the train is actually not slow.

Caesar bought a VIP ticket, so he didn't have to sit for ten days, but had his own bed to lie down and rest. The VIP ticket allowed two people to stay in a VIP room, and luckily, no one had been in the bed opposite him these days, so Caesar was able to enjoy the room by himself.

Leaning against the window and basking in the sun, I felt my whole bones go soft and I had an urge to lie down and fall asleep.

Caesar subconsciously leaned his face against the window, and the pressure on his face made him feel a little strange.

At this time, Caesar was wearing an iron mask on the left side of his face, which was made the day after he defeated the dragon.

The final curse that Blake, the Dragon of Destruction, cast upon himself before his death was firmly clung to Caesar's left cheek.

He didn't feel anything on the first day, but when he woke up the next day, Caesar discovered that something was wrong with his face.

His left face seemed to be burned by fire, and was covered with horrible scars, as if it had been hit hard by hellfire jumping down from the sky, directly disfiguring it.

After a careful inspection, there was nothing special about it, it seemed that it was just a disfigurement. Caesar tried to use magic to expel it many times, but the curse was like a thorn in his flesh, no matter how hard he tried to expel it, it didn't work. If he used a little more magic, his face would feel like it was soaked in magma.

Fortunately, there were no other effects. Caesar had no choice but to make a mask and wear it on his face. As long as it was isolated from the contact with external magic power, the curse would gradually disappear. This is the principle of most curse removal techniques.

As I was thinking, the train slowly pulled into the station. This was the last station before reaching the capital. If nothing unexpected happened, it would only take another two hours to reach the capital.

Caesar rummaged through his bag and pulled out a book, preparing to spend the rest of the train ride leisurely.

This is a book that records various interesting stories from the mainland. The content is not necessarily factual, but it is rich enough, with wild imagination and vivid descriptions of various strange stories, as if the author himself had traveled and experienced them personally.

Caesar opened the page he had seen before and began to read.

This page records an artificial race that is said to be able to transform into various monsters.

Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a crazy human empire on the continent that set off a war frenzy that swept across the entire continent.

It was an era of turmoil and expansion, with various races either joining forces or forming alliances, and going to war against all forces except their allies.

Due to the existence of magic, the fighting power of various races is extremely amazing. They fight wantonly, expand territory, and rob resources. Once a forbidden spell is blasted, the precious minerals hidden underground are exposed, which causes new wars. This goes on and on. Various resources arouse the ambitions of intelligent races. They fight and fight, blood is spilled on the ground, and discarded corpses can be seen everywhere.

It is said that this crazy empire attracted the attention of the gods in the sky. The gods were deeply touched by the brutality and cruelty of the empire and sent down divine thunder to destroy all traces of the empire's existence.

There was a magician in this empire who witnessed everything in the empire being engulfed in endless thunder. Everything he cherished turned to ashes: his wife, his family, his monarch, his country. Overnight, he lost everything.

He was determined to take revenge on the gods. He consulted ancient books and believed that gods were perfect creatures who had abandoned all their weaknesses and forged a brand new self. If he wanted to defeat the gods, he had to create equally perfect creatures.

In his crazy research, he created an unprecedented magical creature. As long as this creature devours other creatures, it has the magical ability to transform into that creature. They can become earth-shaking bears, soaring eagles, and long-crying whales. Their whole life is only killing, and only plundering can maintain their survival.

There are illustrations in the gaps between the articles. The author's painting skills are quite good. The giant bear in the painting looks fierce and ferocious.

Just as Caesar was fascinated by the scene, the door of the carriage opened and a man dressed very elegantly walked in.

He was wearing a nice suit and carrying a suitcase. He looked quite handsome and it was easy to get a good impression of him at first sight.

He gently touched his chest and nodded: "Hello."

Seeing this, Caesar closed the book in his hand and nodded, saying, "Hello."

There was a new passenger in the carriage, so Caesar would not be able to use the carriage alone for the rest of the journey.

The new passenger sat down opposite Caesar and put away his suitcase. When he saw the book in Caesar's hand, his eyes lit up and he asked, "The Travels of Xista?"

"The Journey of Xista" is the name of the book in Caesar's hand.

"Sir, do you like reading this book too?" the man said with a smile.

"I just started reading it these past two days. The content of the book is quite interesting and records a lot of strange things." Caesar responded.

The passenger's eyes lit up and he started talking to Caesar.

From their conversation, Caesar learned that the man in front of him was named Trevor, and that he went to the capital to visit a relative and find some work under him.

"Mr. Caesar, do you think that the crazy empire recorded in this book "The Journey of Xista" really exists?" When talking about that crazy empire, Trevor was very excited, as if there were many aspirations in his eyes.

"I can't say for sure. Maybe there really was such a country in the far north? Although there is no conclusive evidence to prove its existence, there is also no conclusive evidence to prove that it does not exist, right?" replied the retired hero.

"Haha, great minds think alike." After being recognized, Trevor's eyebrows jumped up, which looked very interesting.

"I said that people who can teach at a magic university are knowledgeable, unlike those guys in my hometown who only know how to slander me." When he got excited, Trevor stretched out his hand and knocked on the table in front of him, making a knocking sound.

It was a rare opportunity to meet such an interesting person, so Caesar put down the book in his hand and started chatting with him, and time passed quietly in the meantime.

More than an hour later, a shocking loud noise was heard.

The train was currently traveling on the outskirts of the royal capital, with dense trees on both sides of the track.

"boom!!!!"

As if a chain reaction had been triggered, a series of explosions from something unknown occurred in an instant, and the towering sound waves seemed to be about to tear a big hole in the carriage, allowing the scorching sun to shine into the carriage.

“Boom!!” “Boom!!!”

Caesar's first reaction was quick. With a flick of his right hand, he already had a small magic wand in his hand.

In contrast, Trevor in front of him seemed quite calm, and even had time to stretch out his hand to tidy up his messy hair.

"Hahaha, Mr. Caesar, you are such an interesting person." He laughed, his voice still as cheerful as before: "It's a pity that the time is not right, otherwise I would definitely find a chance to have a good chat with you if there is a chance."

Even though his smile was still sunny, there was a strange change on his face.

Trevor's face melted like a puddle of mud, and the skin on his face slid down like mud, revealing an iron mask.

Unlike Caesar's mask which only covered half of his left face, Trevor's mask covered his entire face and was carved with many delicate patterns, making it look very mysterious.

"Swish!!!" A sharp sound was heard, and a red flare quickly shot into the air.

Trevor waved his right hand, and a wooden cane appeared in his hand: "If you can survive, I will definitely invite you to my home." He stretched out his cane and pointed at the suitcase at his feet. In an instant, a dangerous atmosphere spread.

After doing all this, Trevor jumped out of the car. He felt very elegant at the moment, like a mysterious butterfly dancing.

The sun shone on his face, he closed his eyes, and in his imagination, his suitcase would explode in the next second, emitting fierce flames and thick smoke, along with debris from the carriage, and perhaps Caesar's broken limbs, etc. But none of these could touch him, he was elegance itself.

The next second...

Ok?

What about the explosion?

Trevor opened his eyes in confusion.

His subordinates have already got what they needed, and the flare that just flew into the sky was their response.

They deliberately chose this place for the operation. The forest was dense, and once they succeeded, they would go into the forest, which would be like a drop in the ocean, making it extremely difficult to capture them. In order to delay the pace of the knights of the capital, they blew up the connection between the carriages, so that the knights would spend more energy on searching and rescuing the passengers in the carriages.

As the planner of this operation, Trevor was extremely satisfied with his plan. It was elegant, precise, and a one-shot kill. He was the ace of the organization.

As a result, the action plan that should have been perfectly executed had a flaw at this time. As the leader of this operation, the carriage he was responsible for did not explode. What happened? Was there a dud?

Trevor wondered. He looked at the carriage he had jumped out of. Although the connection between the carriages had been broken, this carriage was still moving forward due to inertia.

I don't know what was dancing at the window of the carriage just now. What was that? Trevor felt the fluctuation of magic.

Suddenly, the magical fluctuations seemed to have found their target and were directed straight at him. At a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, many rope-like things flew out of the window at a rapid speed. What was that? Magic tentacles?

Magic Tentacles is a low-level spell, usually taught by magicians to teach their disciples how to use their magic. Because of the simple structure of the spell, the strength of the magic tentacles is extremely low, and they break when pulled. The strength is also very weak, and at most they can only be used to hold a cup of coffee or something. But what did Trevor see at this time?

Magic tentacles as fast as lightning? Several magic tentacles flew out of the window, quickly wrapped around his ankles, and pulled him back to the window.

What kind of magic is this? Trevor was shocked. He grabbed his cane with his left hand and twisted it. The cane immediately split into two. This is a cane sword. This type of weapon is very common and convenient to use. The one in Trevor's hand is a custom-made one that can cut iron like mud.

He swung the sword in his hand, trying to cut off the magical tentacles wrapped around his feet, but the sword that had always been effective was ineffective this time. He only felt that he had cut on a piece of soft rubber, which was much more flexible than he had imagined.

The magic tentacles on his feet exerted force, and Trevor immediately thought of the legendary sea monster Kraken. Some said it was a giant squid or fish, while others said it was a giant whale. What people thought were tentacles were just insignificant baleen in the mouth of this giant whale.

But at this moment, the image of the sea monster took shape in Trevor. With an astonishing force, Trevor's body was pulled back into the car uncontrollably. Trevor felt that his ankle was about to break.

He flew back into the carriage at a speed several times faster than the flying carriage.

When Trevor flew back to the carriage, he saw who cast the spell. It was Mr. Caesar, the incoming professor of the Magic University, who had been chatting with him all the way.

"What a pity, Mr. Caesar. I thought our meeting would be next time, such as in a cafe. Maybe I could treat you or something." There was a hint of annoyance on Trevor's face under the mask.

As the embodiment of elegance, he does not allow anyone to interrupt his elegance. He has always been proud of one thing. Although he loves to use magic on weekdays, he is best at swordsmanship. For such an elegant person, he calls himself a magic warrior.

"Hah!" He thrust out the long sword in his hand, pointing it straight at Caesar's throat.

Any technique will cease to exist once the caster is eliminated.

This sword was elegant and precise. The magic tentacles were still wrapped around his ankles, and he was still suspended in mid-air. He swung the sword with amazing flexibility.

Haha, panicked? He actually reached out to catch his sword. Although Trevor was surprised that a mage could keep up with the sword's reaction, it was useless. Flesh and blood were no different from butter in front of my sword. My sword would complete its course without any hindrance. Only elegance would last forever.

Ok?

Trevor only felt that the sword in his hand encountered some obstruction and could not move forward even a little bit.

Caesar held his sword tightly in his hand. There was no protective gear, no magical fluctuations, and no white light symbolizing fighting spirit. He simply held his sword with his body.

The next second, all he could see was a fist that was constantly getting bigger. There was still no sign of magic or fighting spirit, but in Trevor's vision, the punch was faster than he could imagine. His brain was blank, with only this earth-shattering punch left.

How elegant. That was his final thought.

Trevor, who encountered the retired hero during his first train robbery, lay on the ground and fell into a peaceful sleep.