Chapter 244: Ideals Are Only Cared About After Being Full

Konrad's hesitant appearance successfully aroused Nie Yingying's curiosity.

Anyway, she was idle.

"What do you want to say?"

After hesitating again and again, Konrad decided to tell his story to the cool Traveler in his mind.

"I originally wanted to ask you to take me as an apprentice and teach me how to become a great Traveler! But this is impossible to achieve; I... I need to become a Druid!"

Druid?

Isn't that guy Xie Yaoyao's profession a Druid?

This kid has a lot of ideas.

"Becoming a Druid will not affect you becoming a great Traveler. In fact, the powerful strength of a Druid is the guarantee of safety on your journey!"

He is just a kid, he doesn't even understand such a simple truth.

As long as you have strength, travel is tourism! Without strength, travel is exile!

But the reason Konrad gave made Nie Yingying a bit speechless.

Konrad turned his head, his eyes fixed on the relief of the Golden Ear emblem in the carriage: "You don't understand the subtlety of this arrangement—sending the second son to Longfang City-State can cut off the possibility of me getting involved in the title, and can also reserve a Druid ally for the family. After all..." He suddenly pulled open his neckerchief to reveal the sprout tattoo on his collarbone, "No matter what, I am still surnamed Stein, a part of the family."

Nie Yingying leaned closer to look at Konrad's tattoo and asked curiously: "You are still young; wouldn't it be safer to leave Longfang City-State and travel around after you have completed your studies!"

The boy smiled helplessly, his fair little face revealing a regret inconsistent with his age!

"Baron, can you imagine me leaning on a cane with a long white beard, traveling all over the world?" Organizing the neckerchief around his neck, little Konrad's tone was calm. "You might not know that if I want to reach the stage of being able to graduate with my aptitude, it will take about fifty or sixty years of hard study!"

The boy pointed to his collarbone again.

"This was judged by that Druid master who is on good terms with the family. He also left this tattoo for me, which is also the mark of the Druid sect in Longfang City-State!"

Nie Yingying turned to look at Xie Yaoyao, who was sleeping soundly on the side.

This guy seemed to have acquired the 【Druid】 entry very early and then started messing around, and compared to the routine use of entries by ordinary Travelers, this guy could also draw inferences and create various plants with different effects to attack enemies.

Looking at little Konrad in front of her again, Nie Yingying couldn't help but suspect that it was not the problem of the Travelers themselves; there was indeed such a thing as talent in this world.

Sensing Nie Yingying's strange gaze, little Konrad waved his hand indifferently.

"Don't mind it; in fact, my talent is quite good. Most people in the world don't have the talent to practice as a Druid!"

Well, that guy sleeping soundly is indeed a genius!

"What would happen if you didn't go to Longfang City-State?"

Little Konrad seemed a bit surprised that Nie Yingying would ask this question, but then remembered the other party's powerful strength.

"Everyone needs to obey the family's resolution. This is the principle of noble conduct, unless... unless you leave the family and have your surname taken back by the family!"

Well, in the end, it's still cowardice, not daring to resist authority.

Considering that the other party is just a native kid, not a lawless Traveler like her who only has entries in her eyes, that makes sense.

However, in this way, little Konrad's problem has become a dead end.

Nie Yingying is powerless to help, unless little Konrad himself is willing to make trade-offs.

After confirming that she was powerless, Nie Yingying no longer paid attention to this young master of the caravan.

The subsequent journey became monotonous. Nie Yingying studied and excavated the blood magic hidden in the 【Blood Clan】 bloodline in front of little Konrad without any avoidance.

Her fingertips hovered above the gilded candlestick, and a drop of blood broke free from the pad of her ring finger, condensing into a transparent ruby shape in the twilight.

Konrad couldn't help but hold his breath—the light spots refracted by the blood bead were wandering along the peach wood carriage wall. It was the first time he had seen such a display of extraordinary power at such a close distance.

So that's what the "Crimson" of the 【Crimson Baron】 meant!

When the seventeenth blood bead rose into the air, the young noble released his hand tightly gripping the silk chair cushion. He stared at the floating blood beads gradually piecing together the totem of intertwined thorns and roses, completely unaware that half of his body had already leaned out of the seat.

When the last blood-colored rune was branded into the vine carvings on the carriage roof, Konrad realized that his back was already against the cold carriage wall.

This is all so magical!

Perhaps... perhaps becoming a Druid is also a good choice.

Druids are also very famous spellcasters, perhaps one day...

He touched his hot earlobe. The blood beads clearly hadn't approached him, but his skin remained with a burning itch like being licked by a flame.

When Nie Yingying finished her move, she brushed the edge of the crystal cup, and all the blood-colored traces instantly collapsed into the cinnabar mole on the inside of her wrist.

"Blood is the foundation of blood magic!"

Only then did Konrad dare to let out the exclamation stuck in his throat. His pupils still retained the afterimages of the runes wandering, and even fear was mixed with some kind of sweet and fishy excitement.

The carriage suddenly rolled over a protruding rock and bumped violently, and the silver tea set jumped half an inch high on the peach wood tabletop. The muffled sound of old Kalomu's thin palms patting the carved carriage board mixed with the sound of the leather water bag swaying: "Young Master, Miss Nie—" His rough voice was shredded by the valley wind. "The shadows of Black Fern Valley can be seen! We can set up camp on the outskirts!"

This old caravan manager still felt that it was too risky to rest in the valley.

Years of business experience told him that being blocked in the valley by bandits was the worst of all situations.

When Konrad opened the diamond-patterned window gauze, he caught a glimpse of the old manager's knuckles turning white as he gripped the copper monocular—the lens tube should have been tucked into the suede holster on his left waist.

Seeing his young master, old Kalomu spoke again.

"Mr. Hanfulei rode ahead two quarters of an hour ago to scout the road..." Old Kalomu swallowed the second half of the sentence and used the rhythm of the horse whip tapping the carriage shaft to reveal his anxiety.

The lessons carved into his spine by twenty years of business life were screaming: being blocked in a jar-shaped valley is no different from a dead end like a hammer hitting a walnut, not to mention that when bandits have no scruples about leaving survivors, even their skinning techniques will be three times more refined.

Without the need to worry about any fish slipping through the net, bandits often become more cruel because they don't need to worry about being hunted or surrounded by officials in the short term.

Konrad looked back, and Nie Yingying, who had just finished casting the spell, nodded indifferently.

"Grandpa Kalomu, everything is left to you to arrange!"

After receiving the instructions, little Konrad immediately expressed his adoption of old Kalomu's suggestion, which made the old manager, whose heartstrings were taut, feel a little more relaxed. ===== CHAPTER 245 =====

Upon receiving the instructions, Xiao Kanglade immediately indicated that he would adopt Old Kalomu's suggestion, which made the tense old steward relax slightly.