I resumed climbing. But perhaps due to the previous Red Dragon's cry, less than ten minutes later, three more Red Dragons flew overhead.
They acted as if trained, taking turns breathing fire at me. If I hadn't had a scientific method to prevent combustion, three dragons breathing fire in succession—even a King-level Magician probably couldn't withstand that.
After I shot down one Red Dragon using Rock Cannonball, the other two learned to dodge my attacks.
Red Dragons do possess high intelligence. No wonder they are the most powerful race in the Six-Faced World.
When I was only 200 meters from the summit, I got tired of wasting time with them. After all, there was no reward for winning.
I used Earth Magic to create a long earth block on the ground to lift me up. After reaching the highest point, I used Water Magic's Water Splash to create a large patch of mist on the mountaintop.
Finally, using Invisible Wings, I jumped off the peak and headed south. Since I was flying down from a very high peak, it was like 'wingsuit flying,' and the magic consumption for flight was more than halved compared to normal flight.
I don't know exactly how far I flew, but I chose to land when I had 20% magic remaining.
I should have already passed the area near Roa. I must have reached the central part of the Fitoya Territory by now.
During this period, there were many pitiful people who were transported away by the Teleportation Incident and then walked back to the Fitoya Territory alone. So, walking on the ground in the Fitoya Territory wearing a hood was not conspicuous at all.
Across the vast land, even though three years had passed, the greenery on the ground was still very sparse.
Besides scattered weeds, it was the same as three years ago.
If they relied solely on natural forces to restore this territory, it would probably take about 50 years.
After walking for nearly another week, I encountered a merchant caravan. I bought a horse from the caravan and continued my journey toward Ranoa.
I am almost nineteen now. Although I've been rushing around these past few days, the distance I've traveled is more than most adults cover in their entire lives.
But the previous journeys were all with several companions. This should be my first solo journey.
I didn't feel it while climbing the Red Dragon Mountain Range before, perhaps because it was dangerous then, and my nerves were stretched tight.
Only now, lying on the horse's back, did I realize how lonely traveling alone is. Not even a single person to talk to—this is truly pathetic.
Passing by Rohan City and the Red Dragons Jaw, I thought of Eris. I miss them a little!
Departing from Sharia, it only took me half a year to reach Ubuun City, the capital of the Ranoa Kingdom.
When I arrived, I realized it did resemble a Southeast Asian country a bit. Not only did everyone eat rice, but their clothing was also very similar. I wonder if it's due to the lower latitude; the frequent rainy weather here makes the air quite humid.
The common folk all liked to wear rain hats when they went out. I couldn't describe the style of the clothes, but they were quite similar to the attire of Vietnamese farmers I'd seen on television before.
Simple cotton-linen tops paired with rough hemp trousers.
Most importantly, the appearance of the people here was very similar to our countrymen; they all had yellow skin. They were generally thin, which gave me a sense of closeness.
Ubon City, as they called it, meant 'City of Lotus.' The moat was completely filled with lotus flowers.
The houses in the city were also mostly two-story small buildings, and the living quarters were basically on the upper floors. I guessed this was due to the relatively high local precipitation, as the first floor often got flooded.
I rented a room at a relatively luxurious inn in the area and began to contemplate my rescue plan.
First, I ruled out using my status to force the Ranoa royalty to hand over the person. After all, I had left the Prodia Family without saying goodbye. I hadn't notified anyone nor left any letter; I had just vanished.
However, I hadn't heard of any forces searching for me over these past few years. I wondered what my grandfather and parents were thinking. Would they think I was dead?
That basically left only infiltration to find the person. I remembered that fat prince, Pacus, had created a barrier that prevented the use of magic. Although I didn't know if this barrier could lock down a King-level Magician like me, it was better to be cautious.
I should make some preparations in advance!
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