Romon stood up and said, "You are very familiar with Mr. Viron?"

"It's not a question, but for a while when my father was a partner for someone else, the caravan often hired Lao Weilun." Feizia also stood up.

"Lovely Miss Evette, it seems that with Mr. Viron here, I have no chance to protect your reputation." Romon owed Evette.

Evette's face turned slightly red: this handsome boy, with cute chestnut hair, his eyes were blue, and his eyes were clear, like the sea water outside the city of Apps, and seemed to have attractive secrets.

"Dad, you've hit someone again, you're always so rude!" Evette suddenly ran out the door like a deer.

"Romon, Miss Yvette seems to be shy. But, you have to know, Yvette is a third-level warrior, Romon, you may not be able to bear with her body like this." Feiziana gently poked Romon with her elbow.

Romon smiled at him, but for some reason, he suddenly remembered Elini's appearance in his heart. He followed Feizia out.

"A warrior of level 3? The Captain Richard, who taught his sword skills, seems to be only level 4." Thinking of this, Romon couldn't help but say softly: "Maybe, coming to Aps is a good choice."

Romon and Fezia walked out, and there were already many people around the door. Then, Romon heard someone in the crowd saying, "This Jacob is just a first-level mage, and he dares to act wildly in our Aps. He really doesn't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick."

Someone said, "Actually, don't look like he is a very great person. He is just a hired worker in the nearby master Sackville workshop."

Romon smiled faintly and remembered the story of the famous "Ugly Duckling" on Earth: A first-level professional is like an ugly duckling. He cannot fly high like a swan, and is obviously different from a wild duck, so he will be excluded by the wild ducks unless the ugly duck is protected by the swans. In fact, what is the difference between himself and Jacob? He is just a more humble person.

Thinking of this, Romon was a little uneasy. He pulled Fezia: "I think I'm a little hungry, so I'd better get something to eat."

Fezia looked at him with a little surprise, and then said, "Will you not go to find Miss Yvette? She is there."

Romon laughed, but thought to himself: "Although this Fezia doesn't know what he is looking for him, there is no doubt that this is the kind of person who can speak to people very well and hold on to the right."

In the following time, everyone dispersed one after another. The city guard came late and greeted Old Viren with a smile. Romon and Fezia returned to the bar early. There were plates of steamed coyote meat on their table. There were many hills and woods outside the coyote city. Coyotes were mixed with food, whether it was rotten animals or living animals. Therefore, their meat was not delicious. Romon took a fork and put it in his mouth, but unexpectedly found that the taste was very good. With the development of Chinese food on earth, Romon concluded that some special plants must be placed in the steamed meat as seasonings to cover up the sour taste of the coyote meat itself.

Looking at Romon's silent appearance, Fezia thought he was shocked by the smell of meat, so she smiled and said, "How is it? When I tasted it for the first time, I felt incredible that the coyote meat could actually make this taste. This is Old Viren's special skill. With his own brewed fruit wine, it is said that occasionally aristocrats will change their clothes and come here for a meal."

Romon nodded, took a sip of fruit wine, and a red cloud appeared on his face. He said with a little drunkenness: "Mr. Fezia, I really thank you for your hospitality this time. If I don't take it easy, I would like to know what it is that you are looking for me."

"Brother Romon," Fezia seemed a little drunk, "When I saw you, I thought you were a person who could accomplish great things. However, my brother recently heard that you were a little nervous, so I took the initiative to find a job for you. Master Sackville is a level 5 magician. He recently needed some people to help him make healing potions. Would you like to participate?" At this point, Fezia stared at Romon with bright eyes, and there was no trace of drunkenness.

"Master Sackville? That Jacob was also working with the master?" Romon asked, looking at Fezia without avoiding his sight.

"You don't have to be careful about this. Old Viren and the Master were friends who took risks together. Today's incident came to the Master. The poor Jacob would probably lose his job soon." As he said "poor", Fezia's face was full of gloating.

"Mr. Fezia," Romon picked up the wine glass in awe. "Thank you so much for your care. I don't know what to say. I will never forget you. I'll give you a glass."

"Brother Romon, call me elder brother. It's so weird. You are a promising person. You will become a level 5, level 6 or even more skilled druid. Then don't forget me." Feizia held the wine glass and touched Romon.

"Where, I will need Brother Feizia to take more care of him in the future."

"Okay, I'll take you to Master Sackville tomorrow morning. We won't drink much today, and give the Master a good impression tomorrow."

The next morning, when it was dawn, Fezia walked into Romon's house. Romon had already cleaned up and sat by the bed waiting for him.

Feizia looked at him: The boy in front of him was pretty but not young, with a calm look, and indeed like a young lion. This was my first investment. Feizia thought of this in her heart, suppressing that little bit of jealousy.

"Let's go." Feizia showed a gentle smile.

Romon nodded.

Early in the morning, the city of Aps was shrouded in a thin layer of morning mist, and occasionally noise came from a distance. The city was not too big. Both of them were walking on the gravel street. In several places, soldiers patrolling the night were moving the wooden fence away from the middle of the street. The city was waking from sleep and regaining its vitality.

Soon, Romon and Fezia walked to the shop of the magician Sackville, which was not far from the old Villen's bar where they drank yesterday. From the old Villen's bar, we went to the right, crossed a crossroads, and entered an alley.

At this time, outside the Sackville shop, two people seemed to be arguing. One of them was Jacob, who was causing trouble in the bar yesterday, and the other was an older young man.

Romon and Fezia stood a little further away and listened to the two of them.

"Mr. Alec, please plead with Mr. Sackville for me, and I will definitely work well in the future." This is Jacob's speech. It seems that what Feizia said yesterday is about to come true.

The young man known as Alec had thin hair and a particularly wide forehead. At this moment, he frowned and said, "Jacob, this is impossible. Mr. Villen is the teacher's good friend, and Miss Yvette was the teacher who watched her grow up..."

"Alec, that's not my fault. They are all those two foreigners, they..."

When Fezia heard this, he pulled Romon's sleeve and walked up: "Jacob, shirking responsibility will not save you from punishment. Besides, you should not be a citizen of Apps, and you are just a foreigner."

Did Jacob turn around? Looking at the approaching Romon and the other men, fire was about to spit out in his eyes. He shouted, "It was you two that made me lose everything. Damn it, I will kill you." As he said that, Jacob took two steps back and recited the magician spell regardless of the matter.

Romon raised his brow and immediately recognized that what he was going to cast now was exactly the same as the one he was going to cast outside the bar yesterday, that was the first-level magic spell, the palm of flame.

This man's stupidity is hopeless. He doesn't know how taboo it is to use a combustible spell in the city? Although the magic flame comes from supernatural powers, once this flame burns, it still has to obey the rules of the main material world, that is, it does not automatically extinguish if the magic power is removed.

Thinking of this in his heart, Romon rubbed his body without hesitation, and a progressive punch, combined with Shennongjiao's modified body and Richard's martial arts teaching, hit Jacob hard on the face. The latter's spell stopped and the towering bridge of his nose collapsed instantly.

Jacob covered his nose, blood flowed out along his fingers, and he sat down to the ground in a mess.

Only then did Alec's angry voice come: "Jacob, you are such a lunatic. You are so crazy. If you set fire in the city, the teacher will be implicated. I should hand you over to the city guards."

Romon turned around, put his left hand in front of his right shoulder, and saluted: "Mr. Alec, testified with the heart of nature, that Mr. Jacob seemed to be planning to release a palm of flame yesterday at Old Veron's bar."

Since he offended someone fiercely, it would be natural that he would take the blame. Romon thought so.

"Master Alec, long time no see. This Mr. Romon is my good friend. He is a first-level druid. My father recommended him to Master Sackville. I hope he can serve the master." Fezia stepped forward and said to introduce

Alec showed a smile on Fezia: "It's you, Fezia. That's right, you see, we are not just missing one person now. Is Romon?" He nodded at Romon, "Come with me."

Then he said to Jacob, who was sitting on the ground, "Jacob, for the sake of Master Dandy and your father, I will not call the city guards here this time. However, I still want to advise you that the city of Apus is not your father's territory Galle, you must learn to restrain yourself."

Romon shook his head aside. The young man had only a resentful expression on his face, hoping that he could accept advice. However, after hearing Alec's words, this man seemed to be the son of Ibi Yuren, the lord of Galle Town. A nobleman, I will find out clearly later.

Romon thought so, followed Alec and walked into the store.

"Fezia, the Jacob was the son of the Lord of Galle Town? He was a nobleman? It would not affect your caravan's business, right?" he asked Fezia.

Fezia smiled at him: "Jacob Yuren, it turns out it was him. Don't be afraid. We don't go to the line of Galle Town. In fact, there are fewer and fewer merchants willing to go to the line now."

"Why?" asked Romon.

Before Fezia could answer, Alec, who led the way, said: "This Jacob is the youngest son of the lord, the lord and the maid. The lord loves him very much; the mother of the eldest son of the lord, Lance died early. The situation in Galle Town is that Baron Ibi and Jacob are close to each other, and Lance has occupied the righteousness and has received the support of his uncle, Baron Isreel Hales, the lord of Tam. Galle Town is almost in chaos, so the merchants consciously avoid it."

Romon nodded. He had heard the chaos in Galle Town in Rica Town say, but this was the first time he had heard such a clear and accurate summary.
Chapter completed!