Arcane Journey

After sorting out the trophies, Brian left Avilia outside to dry and started practicing without any delay.

Now he is not only a cultivator at the third level of Qi refining, but also a level 4 druid specializing in the field of 'chaos'. Even after refining his name, he is full of potential for what he can show in the future. expect.

A day passed quickly during Brian's practice.

He slowly withdrew from the tranquility. He only felt that his mind was clear and his eyesight was clear, his breathing was vague, and his whole body felt light and comfortable. It was obviously that the cultivation effect was good.

However, there was no joy on Brian's face.

"Sure enough, even if my druid level is raised to level 4, the speed of absorbing spiritual power is still not as fast as the spiritual veins in the world of immortality." He stood up and muttered to himself, "Unless the goddess of magic is willing to open it for me Only by opening a backdoor and opening the authority of the magic net can the speed of cultivation be greatly increased."

Brian shook his head slightly, obviously feeling that his idea was a bit unrealistic.

According to the timeline of this world, the current goddess of magic is still the first-generation Mythrael.

The relationship between the two has not reached this level of familiarity, and with his current strength, there is no way to impress the goddess of magic or attract her attention.

'It seems that taking a shortcut is impossible. ' Brian packed his things and thought to himself, 'You can only practice one step at a time and practice in a down-to-earth manner. After each pass is difficult, the road ahead will slowly become brighter. '

Without wasting any more time, he walked out of the room and came outside.

The female elf Avilia curiously looked at the herbs he planted, while Viscount Obai Gales stood there submissively, looking nervous and at a loss.

"Master Brian, you have figured it out." Seeing Brian appear, Viscount Gales took the lead to greet him and said: "The wedding will be held tonight. I have contacted all the internal agents in the castle. If there is no problem, If so, we will disguise ourselves as musicians, sneak into the wedding scene, and then follow my orders."

"No need." Brian shook his head slightly and expressed his opinion, "You continue to act according to the plan you made. As for the two of us, I think there is a better way to sneak in with other identities."

"Is...is there no problem with this?" Viscount Gales looked at Brian worriedly, but did not dare to refute his opinion.

"No problem." Brian gave him a confirming look and said:
"When the time comes, I will find a way to create chaos at the wedding scene, and you will take this opportunity to take action. If the Soul Conjurers of Death try to stop them, I will stop them together with Miss Avilia."

When Brian mentioned her name, the female elf Avilia turned around.

"Well, that's all." Viscount Gales said to the two of them, "I'm going to prepare now and wait for the good news from you two."

After speaking, he left in a hurry.

"You sent Viscount Gales away without consulting me or asking for my permission." Avilia frowned, "Then what are you going to do next?"

"How can this be considered a waste of time?" Brian said with a smile, "I just think his method is too old-fashioned and step-by-step. It would be more practical for the two of us to just sneak in and create chaos secretly."

"Then have you figured out how to get in?" Avilia asked.

"Of course I've thought about it. As for you, it depends on your own ability." Brian said to her:
"If you can't even get into the wedding scene in the castle, then it's probably meaningless for you to participate in this plan. It will only be a disservice. It's better not to go."

"You..." Avilia was so angry at Brian's words that she couldn't speak. She said angrily, "Isn't it just your human wedding venue? What's wrong with it?"

"Then get ready. When the sun goes down, we will start taking action." Brian glanced at the blue sky and sighed secretly, "People often say that it is better to demolish ten temples than break up one marriage. Unexpectedly, this is already my This is the second time I’ve destroyed someone else’s wedding.”

"You are still a habitual offender." Avilia raised her eyebrows and asked curiously, "Whose other wedding have you ruined?" "You may not believe it if you tell me." Brian said with a smile, "I have ruined it before. The wedding of Zugmoy, the fungus queen, a demon lord in the bottomless abyss.”

"Why didn't I tell you that you once married the succubus queen Malkanthet?" Avilia looked at Brian up and down and said with a hint of sarcasm:
"With your strength, let alone destroying the wedding, I'm afraid you can't even defeat a demon soldier. Do you want to laugh me to death and inherit my legacy in Ye'erlan?"

"As long as you're happy." Brian shrugged, ignored her, and went back to the room to continue practicing, leaving the female elf outside alone.

When the sun disappeared behind the western horizon, Brian and Avilia had arrived at Winter Town, which originally belonged to Viscount Obai and is now the castle of the Foslett family.

At this moment, Brian had already used the disguise technique in the immortal world to dress up as a gray-haired old man.

He wears an oak wood ring with towering antlers on his head, a thick beard hanging down to his waist, a string of parasitic rings hanging around his neck, and holding a twisted and gnarled oak staff.

Avilia is not that troublesome. She wears a forest-colored cloak to cover up her distinctive features as an elf as much as possible.

Before he even reached the castle, Brian used the invisibility technique to disappear out of thin air under Avilia's gaze, and then walked in swaggeringly.

The female elf snorted disdainfully, obviously not wanting to use the same method as him.

I saw her looking at the guard at the gate, her eyes flashing with a subtle magical light, her delicate face shining brightly, full of a dangerous, provocative and unnatural beauty.

"That distinguished lady, this way! This way!"

The armored guard immediately noticed her, and quickly used the barrel of his gun to knock away the guests who were handing invitations to him, and jumped up and down excitedly with his hand:
"Beautiful lady, please go this way and get out of my way, you scum!"

"Who is the scum talking about, you country bumpkin guard!"

"Son of a bitch, you're fucking infected with the plague. You have such a bad mouth. How can you treat guests like this? I'm here to attend the wedding, not to scold you. Let the lice eat you alive."

"Nine Hells"

The guests cursed loudly, and other melon-eaters who were not too concerned about the excitement also followed suit.

Sensing the chaos at the gate, the guard captain hurried over with a group of subordinates.

His face was gloomy and angry, but when he saw the female elf Avilia, he immediately blushed, widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and then bowed deeply.

"Praise the gods for allowing me to meet a noble, beautiful, elegant and noble lady. I humbly welcome you to the castle of Baron Forstre to attend this wedding."

The guard captain straightened his back and stared at Avilia's face intently, showing his hospitality enthusiastically.

"My lord is at your beck and call, how can I help you? Do you need an escort? Or a guide? Do you want me to find someone for you?"

"Thank you, I'm just here to attend the wedding, so I don't need to trouble you." Avilia gave the guard captain a charming smile and walked into the castle easily.

Hearing the other party's reply, the captain of the guard showed a silly smile flattered.

When he suddenly woke up, the figure of the female elf had already disappeared from sight. (End of chapter)