Fulilian: Becomes a disciple of Celia at the beginning

Therefore, the guards guarding the city set up checkpoints at a considerable distance from the city gate and conducted strict searches of pedestrians and carriages passing by.

"Those inside get out of the car and show their identification documents."

An armored guard knocked on the carriage, glanced down slightly, and saw Xin Meir lying on the window.

"Lord Brave!"

The guard cried out in surprise and immediately stopped his colleagues from checking the carriage. He shouted to the rear, "Let it pass! Let it pass!"

As the carriage arrived smoothly in the Holy City, the coachman was looking for an inn to stop, but he was surprised to find that several knights on armored white horses appeared in front of and beside the carriage. These knights surrounded the entire carriage tightly, forcing the carriage to move only in the direction they led.

inside the carriage.

Gut pointed at the armored cavalry outside the window and looked at Xinmeier opposite him, his intention was self-evident.

"Ah~"

In this regard, Xin Meir could only sigh helplessly.

"Sorry to drag you into this."

"These cavalrymen are all members of the King's Guard of the [Royal Capital]. They appeared in this [Holy City] to wait for me."

"It seems that we have to say goodbye here."

"Yeah." Celie nodded, her expression calm.

Instead, it was Gut, who wanted to copy Haita's entry, who took the initiative to speak.

"Uncle Brave, will you meet with Bishop Haita when you go to the [Royal Capital] this time?"

"of course."

Xin Meier glanced at his junior, Gut, in surprise. "Do you also believe in the Goddess?"

"If you want to meet Haita, you can come with me to the [Royal Capital] to attend the celebration. I will introduce you to Haita."

"That's not necessary."

Gut rejected the hero's kindness. His main purpose of meeting Haita was to see if he could copy a talent entry from him.

But now his [main quest] has not been completed yet. Even if he meets him, he can only get to know this legendary monk and become familiar with him.

It would be better to stay with the teacher and master the introduction to [Counter-Magic] as soon as possible.

"OK then."

Hearing the junior's refusal, Xin Meir felt a little regretful, but continued.

"After the coronation ceremony of the new king is over, Haita and I will return from the [Royal Capital]."

"We'll be staying in the city's Holy Temple most of the time. If you need to find us, just come over."

Shortly after the brave man finished his instructions, the carriage stopped.

Gut glanced out the window and saw that the carriage, "led" by the knights, stopped next to a magnificent dome church in the city.

A middle-aged man dressed in a robe embroidered with gold and dressed like an aristocrat walked towards here. Judging from the magical fluctuations coming from him, he was undoubtedly a senior magician.

The middle-aged man stepped forward and waved his hand, signaling the knights surrounding the carriage to step back. He then walked to the carriage himself, bowed, and knocked twice.

"Bang-bang-"

"My lord, please move."

"Your Majesty and Bishop Haita have been waiting for you in the Royal Capital for a long time."

"Thank you for coming to pick me up." The brave man got out of the car swiftly. Although there was a smile on his face, he showed deep helplessness.

Not far away, the knights who had been dispersed earlier found a luxurious carriage from somewhere, with the door open, waiting for Xinmeier to get on.

However, after the middle-aged nobleman saw Xin Meir get into the carriage in front, he did not leave, but continued to look at the carriage next to him.

Or rather, he was staring at Celie in the carriage.

Any magician who could sense magic would probably not be able to ignore the terrifyingly strong magical reaction around Celie.

Looking at Celie's distinct elf features, and recalling that she and the brave Sinmeier had come in the same carriage, the middle-aged noble asked Celie tentatively.

"Excuse me, are you the hero's companion, the great magician Fulilian?"

"You got the wrong person."

Celie replied coldly, "Since you've taken Xinmei away, isn't it time to get out of the way?"

The middle-aged nobleman's enthusiasm suddenly decreased a lot after he saw that the elf in the carriage did not look like the magician in the statue of the brave men. However, he still pretended to be enthusiastic and invited Celie.

"Ms. Powerful magician, would you like to attend the King's Coronation Ceremony?"

"Not interested, get out of the way."

The middle-aged noble's cheeks twitched at Celie's disrespectful reply.

But in the end, reason prevailed over emotion, and he stepped aside awkwardly, watching the carriage leave.

After she walked away, the middle-aged noble waved his hand, summoned his servant, and ordered him to investigate who this elf was.

It would be fine if she was someone I couldn't afford to offend, but if she was just a wild elf in the mountains, I must make her feel what the consequences of offending a noble from the [Royal Capital] would be!

In the urban area.

The master and disciple randomly found a hotel to put down their luggage. According to the original plan, Gut planned to stay in the house for the whole afternoon to speed up the learning of [Counter-Magic].

But unexpectedly, not long after he opened the magic book, he heard Celie knocking on the door.

"Teacher, do you have something to do with me?"

Gut opened the door for Celia in surprise. Usually, it was him, the disciple, who harassed the teacher. This situation was rare.

"Well, come out and walk with me down the street. I'll buy you something."

"real or fake?"

Gut quickly picked up the coat from the hanger and put it on himself, asking in disbelief.

"of course it's true."

Celie replied helplessly, "Do you think I, your teacher, am that stingy?"

"That's not true."

Gut quickly smiled and followed his teacher, walking into the streets of the Holy City in high spirits.

It’s a pity that the temperature in the Holy City in the early afternoon is far from refreshing, and it is even a bit hot.

Such an environment is naturally not very pleasant for a "delicate" magician like Celie.

Fortunately, Celia, who had keen vision, spotted an ice cream vendor on the corner when she passed a block, so she quickly took her disciples forward and ordered two large scoops of ice cream.

Celie took a sip of the cool and milky taste on her tongue, feeling so comfortable that her eyes narrowed.

As this icy dessert goes down my stomach, the heat accumulated on the body's surface is instantly and effectively relieved.

"Eh?"

"Boss, you prepared so much ice cream, can you sell it all before dark?"

Gut, who was enjoying the coolness, noticed the stall owner's inventory and couldn't help asking.

Since he had learned how to make ice cream in a grandmother's shop when he was in the Earldom of Gulanat, Gut had some understanding of the ice cream reserves in regular stores.

This boss's reserves are really too much.

"Oh! You seem quite understanding, sir. Have you done this before?"

"Almost." Gut did not deny it. After all, he did sell it during the days when he was learning the skills from his master.

"No wonder." The stall owner nodded and looked at the clock hanging on the building in the distance and said.

"If you want to know the reason, please wait another three to five minutes."

Hearing this, Gut looked at the teacher next to him, wanting to ask for the teacher's opinion.

As an elf who had lived for countless years, Celie only needed to glance at the numbers on the clock to understand what the boss was talking about.

But after all, his disciples had never seen such a scene and were curious about it.

Since they were not in a hurry, Celie nodded and agreed to her disciple's idea of ​​staying here for a while, and asked the boss for another ice cream scoop.

In this way, the master and the apprentice squatted on the side of the road, each holding a piece of ice cream dessert, waiting for time to pass.

As the minute hand jumped again and again, Gut found that the number of people on the street was gradually increasing, and most of the people standing in the front of the crowd were children.

The adults seemed to be deliberately giving way to the children, letting them squeeze to the front on both sides of the road.

"What on earth is going to happen?"

Looking at this scene, Gut's curiosity was aroused, and he waited quietly for the second hand to make its last turn.

"Boom-boom, boom-boom."

Bursts of brisk drum beats seemed to come from a distant neighborhood, and the crowds watching on both sides of the road couldn't help but cheer, especially the children, who all became excited.

As the drum sound came closer, Gut finally saw clearly what it was.

A huge float, pulled by five white horses, slowly approached from a distance.

On the float, some people were beating drums, and some were dressed as mythological characters, standing next to the giant portrait of the new king and greeting people on the street.

What really made pedestrians and children stop on the street excitedly were the large containers filled with copper coins and candies on the floats.

The actors playing mythological characters on the floats saw the atmosphere on the street becoming more lively, so they reached into the basket, grabbed a handful of copper coins and candies, and scattered them to the streets on both sides.

"Wow!"

"Long live His Majesty the King!!!"

The children excitedly jumped into the air to catch the copper coins and candies, while some hurriedly bent down to pick up those that fell on the ground.

Seeing a copper coin flying towards him, Gut reached out and held it in his hand.

Looking at the portrait and name of the new king engraved on the copper coin, Gut smiled and shook his head. So that's how it is.

I have to say that using this method of directly throwing money to promote yourself to the public is indeed quite effective.

Regardless of the new king's governing ability, at least the children had a good initial impression of him.

After giving the copper coin in his hand to a little girl next to him, he touched her little head and heard her say "thank you" crisply. Gut couldn't help feeling refreshed.