The Scenery in the Eyes of a Gentleman (Seeking Recommendation Votes!)

With a jolt, Ron opened his eyes.

He found himself inside a carriage, the scenery outside the window rushing past.

Following this came countless fragments of memory, like blades shaped like snowflakes, stabbing into his mind one by one!

He endured the pain, one hand supporting his forehead, the other covering his mouth, stifling his groans of agony.

Rexis Continent...

Humans, Orcs, Dwarves, Elves, Gnomes...

Magic... Warriors... Battle Qi...

The Seventh Prince of the Human Empire... Ron Andre...

The child of Andre III and a half-orc fox-woman...

Due to the intense controversy within the palace, after Ron Andre came of age, he was sent away by Andre III to live out his "twilight years" in Chaos City...

The carriage Ron was currently in was part of a caravan heading toward Chaos City.

"Transmigrated..." Ron rubbed his temples, and after a brief "review" of some shallow memory fragments, he finally understood his current situation.

"At least I wasn't kidnapped; I really did transmigrate," Ron muttered to himself, still feeling like it was all a bit surreal.

"Damn it! This is karma..." Ron gave a helpless, bitter smile. "Is this the consequence of staying up all night watching shows?"

He only remembered staying up late watching anime, then his head spasmed and he passed out; when he opened his eyes again, he was already sitting in this carriage.

So, sudden death really is one of the more popular ways to transmigrate these days, and it actually happened to me!?

I still had several properties back home waiting for me to inherit them!!!

My future was supposed to be that of an ordinary landlord, spending every day either collecting rent or on the way to collect rent!

How did this get arranged for me!?

I just wanted to browse Bilibili every day, watch anime, critique some mindless power fantasies, occasionally observe the skilled techniques of my favorite teachers, strike hard on the internet, eat fried chicken, and drink soda.

With a life like that, what more could a man ask for!?

If I find out who arranged this for me, I'll send them a truckload of razor blades!

Ron grumbled in his heart for a moment before slowly accepting reality.

After all, as a reader of ten years, he had at least that much adaptability.

Then, a cold, detached voice rang out in his mind—

"Host's emotions detected as stable, status normal. Binding can proceed."

"Binding started. Binding finished."

Ron froze for a split second, his whole body shuddering: "What the hell!?"

"System?" he whispered tentatively.

System: "Congratulations to the host for binding the system."

Hearing the system's response and confirming it wasn't an auditory hallucination, Ron's expression stabilized somewhat.

He glanced out the carriage window and noticed the nearest mercenary was five or six meters away, so he felt relieved, but still covered his mouth with his hand and complained in a low voice: "Are you guys in this industry always this overbearing? Binding without even asking? Don't I have any dignity?"

System: "The host can reply directly in their mind; there is no need to speak aloud."

"Ahem..." Ron scratched his brow in embarrassment, his face turning slightly red.

System: "This system is the Cultivation System, aimed at providing seeds and cultivation methods for all kinds of magical plants, allowing the host to become a true Master of Plants."

"Hmm... a Master of Plants... doesn't sound like much..." Ron pondered in his mind.

When he played games, he usually chose mindless, aggressive warrior types and rarely touched ranged classes, let alone "heretical" paths like a Master of Plants.

The system ignored the host's prejudice entirely and continued: "Generating the host's information template..."

The next moment, a transparent, blue-glowing panel appeared before Ron—

System Level: 1
Host: Ron Andre
Race: Human/Fox-kin Hybrid
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Class: None
Wealth: 0

[Tasks](Red Dot)
[Backpack]
[Shop]

Out of years of habit, Ron subconsciously clicked on the [Tasks] tab.

``` Task list expanded--

[Main Quest]--[Own a flower shop of your own]:

"Specific requirements: Own a flower shop of your own in Chaos City."

"Quest reward: Nether Orchid seeds and cultivation methods."

Ron looked at the system panel with a blank expression and gave his assessment: "This quest is too cliché."

System: "Please actively complete the quest, host."

"We'll see." Ron replied perfunctorily and closed the system panel.

At this moment, the carriage gradually came to a stop.

Ron glanced out the window and discovered that the carriage had stopped in front of an inn.

The merchants from the two carriages in front stepped down and walked straight into the inn.

The mercenary escorting the team came to Ron's carriage and said respectfully to Ron inside: "Your Highness Ron, we have arrived at the inn. We will rest here tonight."

Ron got off the carriage and followed the mercenary into the inn. Only after asking did he learn that this was not yet Chaos City, but a small town on the border of Lonsoket County in the southeast of the Human Empire, still about a day's journey away from Chaos City.

He was assigned to a large suite.

The room's facilities were very simple, but for this small town, it was already the highest standard of accommodation.

The mercenary was still a bit nervous when he escorted Ron upstairs, fearing that Ron would blame him for the room being too crude.

Ron was not sure what the original owner's temper was like, but he himself certainly didn't care about such things, so he waved his hand and let the mercenary leave.

Ron Andre grew up in the palace. His fox-kin mother died in childbirth, and Andre III usually ignored him. Coupled with his bloodline, he was highly ostracized in the palace.

Therefore, the original owner's personality should have been introverted or even timid, perhaps with a bit of hatred for his father?

Ron had not fully absorbed the original owner's memories; many scattered memory fragments still lingered in his mind, so he could only guess like this for now.

He was currently being sent away from the palace with no familiar people around him, which greatly reduced the chance of his personality being discovered as inconsistent, saving him a lot of trouble.

He walked to the window and looked out.

It was dusk, and the afterglow slanted in from the west, reflecting on the faces of passersby.

This was within human territory, so the people on the road were basically humans, but because it was close to the border of the Human Empire, foreigners were not uncommon.

Dwarves and Goblins occasionally flashed through the crowd, and Ron watched with amazement.

Although both species were short, humanoid races, their appearances were vastly different.

Dwarves had skin tones similar to humans, thick limbs, lush beards, and ugly features.

Goblins, on the other hand, had green skin, large ears, hooked noses, shrill voices, and wretched appearances.

Ron observed the passing crowd with great interest, and finally saw a female Elf walking in this direction at a street corner not far away.

The appearance of the Elf was similar to that of a human, but her features were more exquisite, and she had pointed ears that differed from humans.

Ron admired her carefully and nodded to himself.

System: "Daily quest triggered."

[Daily Quest]--[Lift the skirt of a passing Elf]:

"Specific requirements: Lift the skirt of the passing Elf before she leaves this street."

"Quest reward: Completing this quest is the best reward for a gentleman!"

Ron: Meow meow meow???

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