Chapter 8

"Turns out, the time division in this world is very similar to my previous life!"

Holding a crystal pocket watch in his hand, Leilin thought to himself.

This crystal pocket watch was exquisitely crafted, divided into twenty-four small sections, each representing an hour.

From the young noble who followed Olin, Leilin not only extorted weapons but also valuable war spoils worth thousands of gold coins, and this pocket watch was contributed by a chubby boy.

As for the family's retaliation, the Donglan family, to which Olin belonged, was part of the Bourbon Kingdom, far from Viscount John's territory, separated by several kingdoms. Moreover, the alliances of the two countries were in a hostile state.

Not to mention, it would take at least a few years for a wizard to learn, and it would also take at least a few years for letters to be delivered.

Leilin just thought about it and put Olin and his family out of his mind.

"This time, I made a small profit! And there's the mana stone, which serves as currency among wizards, very useful for apprentices!"

Leilin took out a mana stone and rubbed it in his hand, feeling the cold sensation.

According to the root chip's calculations, although this mana stone emitted a slight radiation, its effect on the body seemed positive, increasing physical activity.

"But! Since the news of defeating Olin spread, people around me have changed their attitudes. Should I say, this is truly a world that worships power?"

It had been two days since the incident, and Leilin's victory had spread among the young nobles.

Especially the scene of him smiling while breaking Olin's arm had become a nightmare for the young people present. Olin hid in his carriage to recover, and the other young nobles would tremble and quickly run away when they saw Leilin.

"Hey! Leilin, do you want to come play?"

A young noble girl from the same carriage came over and asked. She wore a noble dress, and her long legs were clad in stockings similar to those in Leilin's previous life, quite alluring.

At this time, the custom was to worship the strong. Leilin felt the atmosphere in the carriage had improved a lot, and there was no longer any resistance against him.

Even a few young noble girls had invited him.

This girl was also on the same carriage, named Lilith.

"Thanks! But, I have a friend coming!" Leilin said apologetically.

"Oh! I was rude! I'll invite you again later. Jasmine and the others are very interested in you!"

The long-legged girl giggled, lifted her skirt, and gave a noble bow, extending a tempting invitation.

"The girls these days are really precocious!"

Leilin thought with a bitter smile.

"Ha... What do I see? Our Casanova Leilin, how many girls have invited you now?" An exaggerated voice came.

"Can I compare to you? 'The Blonde Lion of Sardinia,' your name is famous among all the girls in the convoy!" Leilin rolled his eyes.

"You didn't want to be isolated before, but now you're not afraid anymore?" Fang Ming looked at the approaching George.

"You're now a hot topic in the camp! Many girls are interested in you. That Lilith is quite good. I can assure you, if you put in some effort, you can win her over in three days!"

George laughed loudly. "Also, congratulations on your revenge!" He threw a glass bottle, which Leilin caught steadily.

Pulling out the cork, a mix of fruit and alcohol aroma wafted out, and Leilin couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Apple cider! I haven't had much of it these past few months!"

"Right! And this is a specialty of our federation. It wasn't easy for me to keep it until now!" George opened his own bottle.

"To our Leilin! Cheers!!!"

"Cheers!!!" Leilin smiled, and the bottles clinked, making a crisp sound.

"Also, thank you!" Leilin said sincerely.

Although George had the strength of a squire and was a leader among the young nobles, he could have easily dealt with Olin before.

But he considered Leilin's feelings, helping him improve secretly and hiding their relationship, allowing Olin to come back without hesitation, and finally helping Leilin complete his revenge.

This well protected the nobles' pride.

From this, one could see his meticulousness and ability to consider others' feelings.

"This isn't just about winning hearts, but genuinely touching others. I must say, truly worthy of the Golden Lion family of Sardinia, the leader of the Golden Rose Alliance!" Leilin thought to himself.

"No need to thank me! We are all part of the Golden Rose Alliance, how could we let you be bullied by those Northerners!!!" George laughed, drinking the apple cider in one go.

"Unfortunately! We are now deeper into the wilderness, and we haven't passed through a big city for a long time, making it hard to find supplies!"

George seemed to be savoring the apple cider, a bit regretful.

"By the way! We are having a barbecue tonight, all Golden Rose nobles are invited. Do you want to come?"

George extended an invitation.

"Of course! It would be my honor!" Leilin smiled in response. With his status as a noble of the Golden Rose Alliance, he could only join this circle.

When one is weak, joining a group is indeed a way to ensure safety.

As night fell, the sky was filled with twinkling stars, casting a silver glow on the earth.

In the camp, groups of young men and women sat around the bonfire, laughing and playing, very lively.

Months of living together had made them very close.

"Come, Leilin, let me introduce you. This is Joffrey, the eldest son of Count Nongmil!"

"Hello! Leilin, your name for beating up Olin is well-known!" Joffrey smiled and extended his hand.

"Hello!" Leilin smiled sincerely and shook Joffrey's hand.

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"This is Guerin and Guerine, they are both your admirers!" George led Leilin around the bonfire like a butterfly, introducing him from time to time.

"Hello, Mr. Leilin!" Guerin and Guerine looked identical, with sparkling green eyes, speaking and bowing in unison, their faces blushing.

"Beautiful ladies! Hello! It's a great honor to meet you!" Leilin placed his hand on his chest and gave an elegant noble bow.

Seeing the two girls run away with red faces, George looked like he was about to faint.

"Kid! You're lucky! They seem to be very interested in you! They are twins! Twins!" George said, waving his hands excitedly, a bit regretful.

"Alright! I think, in the face of dwindling supplies, organizing this party isn't just about finding a lover, is it?"

Leilin said.

He could control his desires well, not minding occasional relaxation, but it depended on the situation.

"You can see that, which is great!" George said, the playful look on his face disappearing, showing a leader's demeanor.

He walked to the center of the area and tapped a silver spoon.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Sorry to interrupt, please turn your attention here!"

George clearly had high prestige among the group. The bustling crowd stopped their activities and focused on the center.

"First! Let's warmly welcome our new companion! He is Leilin!!!" George said loudly, clapping first.

Clap clap clap!!! Enthusiastic applause echoed like waves.

Leilin stood up and bowed to the crowd.

"Alright!" George waved to quiet the applause and continued, "We formed this small alliance to ensure every Golden Rose apprentice can safely reach the academy and become a respected wizard. Now, my friends, our troubles are coming!"

George's face turned serious, and his voice lowered, affecting the atmosphere around him, making it solemn and quiet, with only his voice flowing calmly.

"We are now almost out of the wilderness and entering the Death Grassland. This is our last leg of the journey, and also the most dangerous part!!!"

"Death Grassland?" Leilin was startled and quickly recalled the memories of his previous life.

According to the memories organized by the chip, the continent where Leilin was located was vast and extensive, filled with numerous principalities, with no unified name.

The Golden Rose Alliance, where the original Viscount Leilin was from, was located in the southeastern corner of the continent. They seemed to be among the earlier batches of apprentices, and the convoy had traveled north, crossing many principalities and kingdoms, reaching the northern part of the continent.

After crossing the wilderness, to the north was a vast and narrow grassland, said to be the edge of the sea.

This grassland was full of dangers, always a no-go zone for humans! It was said that the grassland was filled with ferocious beasts, and even the most ruthless bandits dared not enter. The bones of mercenaries, adventurers, and travelers lay under every patch of grass!!!

Now, the convoy of carriages filled with wizard apprentices had to cross this Death Grassland to reach the coastline.

"With the protection of the black-robed and white-robed wizards, we will surely make it through!" The crowd was in an uproar, and a fat boy spoke up.

"Right! With the protection of wizards and knights, our chances of passing are high! But there will be times when the adults can't protect us, and then deaths will occur. This person could be me, or it could be you. Do you want to accept this fate?"

George asked.

"Of course not!!!" The fat boy shouted, then turned red and sat back down.

"Good! Our goal is to reach the wizard academy across the sea and become respected wizards. But the harsh selection begins now. According to the intelligence my father received, casualties always occur in the Death Grassland during each wizard convoy."

George continued, revealing a glimpse of the harsh reality.

"What... What should we do?" Many young men and women were at a loss, their faces pale, looking at George, hoping he would make a decision.

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