December 20th.
Human Empire East, Stan City There was a sound coming from the nunnery. If passersby heard the content, it would probably make people confused.
"Three coins."
"Eat!"
"Again? Sylvie Why do you just eat casually at the beginning..."
"Ron, Your Highness, it would be nice to have something to eat as your next family."
"..."
In the yard, Ron and Sylvie, plus the two accompanying nuns, formed a game of War of the Gods.
The space in the system Inventory is almost unlimited, so before leaving, he stuffed a lot of good things into it.
Four people were cooking War of the Gods, and there was a stove next to it, with a large pot on it containing hot pot base that was still warm.
Looking at Ron playing cards and picking his teeth with a toothpick, it was obvious that he had just enjoyed a delicious meal.
"In two days, we should be able to arrive at Imperial Capital, right?" Ron touched a "two coins" and flicked it away.
"Bump!" Sylvie took the "two coins" and then nodded in response, "Yes, Stan City is not far from Imperial Capital. We should be able to arrive in the afternoon the day after tomorrow."
"What the hell? You used to take two and four coins to eat three coins, but now you still have two and two coins?" Ron's mind was full of black threads, and he couldn't understand Sylvie's routine at all.
Sylvie was obviously used to being questioned and ignored Ron at all. He continued to play cards on his own and insisted on implementing his own playing style.
Outside the courtyard, the escort team that escorted His Royal Highness Ron all the way north was patrolling the surrounding area. Some of the guards were taking a break and chatting while eating dry food.
Stan City is located to the south of Imperial Capital, but the snow is not weaker than Imperial Capital to the north.
There was a heavy snowfall last night, and the roads that were finally cleared on the street turned into white traps that could swallow the entire feet of passers-by.
In the evening, light snow fell one after another. It was beautiful, but also very cold.
Beside the wall of the nunnery courtyard, two guards were nibbling dry food in their hands.
Among them, the unshaven one who looked older took a sip of water from the water bottle, swallowed the dry food, and smacked his lips. "It's a pity, it's such a winter. It would be great if I could have a bowl of strong wine. My body will definitely be warm."
The young man next to him chuckled, with a delicate and soft face revealed under the iron helmet, and joked, "Then find a girl who is cold in the winter to warm her trembling body?"
"Hehehe, you still understand me, Buffett." The older guard let out a lewd laugh, "When Imperial Capital arrives, I will take you to some good places and make sure you never come back."
The young man known as Buffett showed a smile that even an experienced driver would understand, and his laughter was like a car engine.
The two of them just huddled in the corner, shaking their shoulders, and slowly finished eating their dry food.
What the older guard didn't know was that the young man next to him, who called himself Buffett after leaving Chaos City in the convoy, was casting his thoughts on "His Royal Highness Ron" in the yard, playing mahjong with three beautiful nuns.
Yes.
The young man beside the wall right now is Ron·Andre himself.
And His Highness Ron in the yard is just a real-life version of Doll.
Just as Ron was chatting with the guards, there was a sudden commotion in the yard, accompanied by several exclamations--
"Assassin!"
A few minutes later, Ron himself and some other guards were arranged to enter the yard to clean up the scene.
As for Doll Ron who was attacked, he was tearing off his tattered clothes with a look of helplessness and went into the nunnery to change clothes.
This is my daily routine these days.
Everyone is used to it.
Everyone went from panic at the beginning, to skill and calmness later, to now calmness, in just eight days.
The reason for all these changes is naturally because of "His Royal Highness Ron" who has always remained unscathed.
"Hey... why bother." Ron looked at the corpse of the assassin who was entangled and strangled by various Wood Magic in the middle of the yard and sighed.
The strength of these assassins is not very strong, the highest is about Tier Four.
Rather than saying they are here to assassinate, it is better to say they are here to disgust people.
They are like worn-out fishing nets. They clearly cannot catch the goldfish in the fish tank, but they still insist on reaching into the water, and in the end they even risk their own lives.
Perhaps in the eyes of the people behind them, these assassins are indeed like fishing nets and cannot be regarded as human lives, right?
Ron and the guards finished cleaning the yard and returned to their patrol duties.
He watched the guards put the body into sacks and carry it away, and his heart gradually became hard.
Just as the guards gradually became calmer, Ron's mentality also changed a lot in just eight days.
From the first time I saw the dead person, my stomach was churning, and a sour taste came up from my esophagus and into my throat.
Now I can watch the corpses being put into sacks and pass by me, smell the unmistakable smell of blood, and still face it with a normal expression.
Strictly speaking, until this moment, he has completely transformed from a modern person in another world into a time traveler who has adapted to the rules of flesh and blood in another world.
Sylvie walked out of the yard and softly comforted the guards. Finally, she walked to Ron and vaguely took a package of things from Ron's hand.
Not long after, the nuns took pieces of leaves and handed them to each of the guards, asking them to put them in their mouths, chew them and swallow them.
This is Scale Leaf taken from Doll Emerald Cypress. Before Ron left Chaos City, Harper had already preliminary researched how to use Scale Leaf.
Including oral administration, external application, torment, etc., the therapeutic effect of Scale Leaf can be fully exerted, and the toxicity of most poisons can be eliminated.
In order to ensure the safety of every entourage in the convoy, Ron would take out a pack of Scale Leaf in the morning, noon and evening and give it to Sylvie, asking the entourage to take Scale Leaf three times a day to avoid being secretly poisoned.
All in all, it's all about caution, and you must not let your guard down before arriving at Imperial Capital.
Ron stood at his post, looked up at the falling snowflakes, and sighed deeply.
So annoying.
If he is still in Flower Shop, he should be reading in the study at this time, or drawing Legendary Kill character cards to pass the time.
After waiting for a while, you should have a drink and play cards with Mason and the others, or joke a little with Yuna, and finally run away in panic under the eager eyes of Yuna holding the plate.
Finally, late at night, I greeted Nora, who had just come out of the bathroom, and her wet purple hair had grown to her back. I pinched her face and said good night to each other.
The day passed so comfortably.
How is it like now, for the sake of safety, he has to pretend to be the Buffett guy, standing in the snow, waiting for the silly assassins to come to his door on their own initiative.
At this time, the only option is to open System Panel and take a look at the Goddess of Harvest version skin for comfort.
Street Diary: It's too late... I'll make up for the nonsense later when I have time.
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