Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys

Chapter 538: Chapter 235: Observations (Two-in-One Mega Chapter)_3
 

Therefore, unless under special circumstances, Rein would practice meditation and breathing exercises every day.

The effects of practice were very significant.

After finishing today’s breathing exercise, two system prompts sounded consecutively:

[Congratulations! Your Constitution Attribute has been enhanced!]

[Congratulations! Your Strength Attribute has been enhanced!]

…

Rein saw Constitution +1 and nodded inwardly.

Not bad, it’s like adding back 1 point from the previous -2 in Constitution, and once again, his Constitution reached 29 points.

Additionally, whenever they set up camp, Rein would make time to practice with the axe and shield; after seven days, Rocken’s axe and shield combat skill had advanced to Lv.4.

Three days later, Rein’s party was about to leave the edge of the Welsh County and soon enter the territory of Mingster.

Gazing into the distance, the small paths merging into this main road grew increasingly numerous.

After passing a huge boundary marker, the road’s width gradually expanded from an original approximately six to seven meters to over ten meters.

At the same time, as the side roads converged onto the main path, the traffic on the main road also increased, including solo riders and merchant caravans like Rein’s.

There were small merchant teams composed of three to five covered wagons, as well as simple teams of one or two horse-drawn or ox-drawn carts transporting fresh vegetables and fruits from the nearby farmers, hardly qualifying as a convoy.

Of course, there were also those larger than Rein’s group, with convoys of more than twenty horse-drawn carriages, guarded by dozens of elite team members, clad in Swordsman light armor or Archer leather armor.

Rein even sensed, on several occasions, one or two Wizard Apprentices who rode past his carriage in haste; the faint fluctuations of their spiritual power couldn’t escape his perception.

After all, his spiritual power was as high as 36 points.

In addition, there were the occasional noble Knights.

Rein saw several fully-armed Knights several times, some followed by one or two Attendants while others sped ahead alone, quickly overtaking his carriage.

After the caravan crossed a steep slope, exclamations of surprise came from ahead!

This instantly drew the attention of the four inside the carriage.

The sounds seemed more like astonishment rather than being under attack.

This made Rein and the three ladies lift the curtains curiously and look out the window.

What entered their view was an immense green plain, with a winding river cutting through its center; on the plain, farmers were diligently toiling away.

In the distance were contiguous, grey-white mountains.

What was astonishing was that under the main peak of those towering mountains, there was a massive city clearly built of white boulders against the mountainside.

Clearly, this was the provincial capital, Mingster!

Although Rein had heard various descriptions of Mingster before, seeing it with his own eyes was still shocking.

The grand city before their eyes must have involved the intervention of Transcendent powers.

However, after marveling for a while, the three girls were quickly attracted to a huge, blue lake not far ahead.

The lake was just beside the road, not far from the caravan.

Due to the clear weather, the reflection on the lake at a specific angle mirrored the azure sky and white clouds above, creating an impression akin to a mirror of the sky.

“Baron Rein, let’s rest by the lake for a bit,” Jenny was the first to say.

“Of course we can.”

Faced with the joyful and longing looks of the three ladies, Rein immediately nodded in agreement.

Soon, the caravan camped by the shore of the lake.

They then learned from the conversations of nearby travelers that this lake was called Stillwater Lake, one of the famous lakes of the provincial city Mingster.

When Rein and the three ladies disembarked from the luxurious carriage, the ladies’ beautiful appearances and their clear laughter immediately drew the attention of several groups of people nearby.

Among them, two groups seemed to be somewhat similar to Rein’s group, either in long robes or Knight plate armor, likely to be a noble or a noble’s offspring, while another group was now planning to resume their journey after collecting water.

Since it was a rest stop, Rein naturally let Matteo take the Lévriers Warhound Quiche out for some air.

When the Warhound, large as a pony, descended from another carriage, it seemed to stir some interest among one of the groups in noble attire, who kept glancing over.

After a while, a middle-aged man dressed as a guard came over with a dark bottle in hand, seemingly filled with fine wine.

“Honorable sirs, this gift from my master is meant for you, a Bordeaux vintage from the Welsh County.”

Among the people, a handsome young man clad in tailored noble hunting attire raised his wine glass and gestured to Rein and his companions.

Rein nodded slightly in response, letting the short-statured Matteo accept the fine wine.

At this time, a middle-aged man whispered a few words to the noble youth.

The hunter-outfitted noble then looked at Rein and his group with a somewhat astonished gaze.

Minutes later, the noble youth walked over with an elegant demeanor and said, smiling,

“Forgive my boldness, but this, sir, is this dog perhaps a violent beast mutated from a common Lévrier? This is truly rare. I wonder if you would consider parting with it, I am willing to offer one thousand Imperial Gold Coins.”