Chapter 922 Set Foot on the New Continent and Follow Lin En’s Footsteps!

With the guidance of Mr. Guide, Grete was ready to set off and immediately pressed the fast forward button. Valensimo probably had never had such a wealthy boss in his life. He came to his senses and immediately opened an order:

"These shoes are no good! They are not breathable, not wear-resistant, and not waterproof - the indigenous deerskin boots are much easier to use, especially when walking in the wilderness. Leather boots are probably not available anymore, so buy some deerskins first. , I will do it..."

Next to Gretel, an oak staff rolled up an [Endless Ink Pen] and he jotted down: One hundred deer skins. The corners of Valensimo's eyes immediately jumped:

Do you think I am a shoemaker?

One hundred deerskins, when will I get them?

No, this boss is just a wealthy man who wants to be fully prepared for everything. He stared at Gretel warily:

"I only make two spare pairs. If I want to prepare more, I can buy them when I get to the New World! Or I can spend money to let the natives make them!"

"Don't worry, I will take action when the need arises." Gretel smiled:

"I am also a magician! Simple manufacturing tasks are not difficult for me!"

Valensimo snorted and continued to read the list. The mage is amazing! If you want something, you can just rub it, unlike them who have to do it with your own hands!

Well, the mage is really amazing...

"By the way, we also need to reserve herbs. Although your healing skills are very strong, sometimes herbs are more useful. Buy a batch here first, and a batch of New World specialties. You have to buy them over there."

"Prepare an extra batch of water bladders and buckets! There is a large desert inside the New World. Once there, even the water-making technique won't be able to create much water!"

"Tent and sleeping bags, prepare a few extra replacements. There are always some places that are too narrow, making it inconvenient to open a mage cabin!"

"Flying carpets or other flying props, if convenient, you can buy a few more. It will be more convenient when climbing mountains."

"By the way, buy another batch of materials for building traps. Here is the detailed list..."

Beside Gretel, the roots of the oak staff stopped for an instant. The nine leaves on the wooden stick swayed, and Grete raised his head together:

"Can you do it?"

"certainly!"

Money makes things easier. Gretel stopped performing outpatient surgery for a day, and the apprentices in the hospital and the Mage Tower, as well as the barbarian security guards, were running around. The sun had not set the next afternoon, and he bought everything the guide asked for.

Aurora even took the mage badge and accompanied the guide to the Alchemy Guild, equipped with a spare set of leather armor, a pair of swords, a dagger, a bow and an arrow, and a shield. By the way, he was equipped with a 1,000-pound space bag.

"These alone are enough to hire me for a trip."

Valencimo sighed many times, one long and one short. Then, he jumped up energetically:

"After you get the money, you have to work! Let's find a boat! Find the safest and most stable speedboat! Make sure Mr. Master is safe and sound, arrive as soon as possible, and be able to read a book on the way. No time is wasted!"

Valencimo does have a lot of experience. He didn't go looking for anyone. He just went to the tavern near the pier, ordered a few drinks, and talked a few words with the proprietress. Aurora watched helplessly as several tavern boys ran out...

It didn't take long for people to arrive one after another. Valensimo received seven or eight people, looked at three boats, and immediately decided on one:

[Moonstone], a new ship two years ago, has made four trips to the New World. The one-way trip only takes one and a half months, which is half a month faster than other ships that come here to pick up passengers.

The cabin is spacious, not luxuriously furnished, but clean enough. The floor height is high enough that a barbarian can stand up straight inside without touching the top of his head. He has experience in receiving magicians, and has dedicated errands who know the rules and will not annoy anyone.

The cargo hold can carry large animals, and when the sails are furled, the Silver Moon Deer can take a few steps on it.

The most important thing is that you can set off in three days!

Grete was very satisfied. He doesn't have to do all this himself. It's great to have someone to worry about. As for money, what is money?

In addition to not being able to build Cerela's bed of gold coins, would I, Gretel, the inventor of dynamite, the inventor of penicillin, the corresponding author of the invention of cowpox and streptomycin, Nordmark, be short of money?

It took him a day to receive the two constant spells [Blark Words] and [Psychic Connection];

After another day, Cerela and I accepted the gifts from the archmages and checked various equipment;

On the last day, I listened to the teacher’s teachings, brought back a bunch of magic books, scrolls and notes, and left a lot of notes for Carlos and Anivea;

Set off!

The voyage was not that smooth, and it was not like Aurora once shouted, "I will faint from seasickness halfway through." Sometimes, under a clear sky, the Moonstone opens its white sails and glides as lightly as a bird on the sea;

Sometimes, when the weather suddenly changed and there was a violent storm, the crew risked their lives and rushed out to furl the sails and tie up the sail ropes (Gretel secretly threw out the activation rope and saved a few unlucky guys who fell into the sea);

Sometimes, the waves stood up, and the whole ship was thrown up to the crest of the wave and pushed down to the trough. Grete sat in the cabin and watched Mr. Trocca spread his short legs and run as fast as he could on the floor. Little by little he slid towards the door, then crashed into his arms...

In short, after a month and a half of twists and turns, the group finally arrived in the New World. Within this month and a half, Grete made three sets of leather robes and boots for each of herself, Serira and Bernard;

I have learned four five-ring magics, and although I have not yet studied them myself, I am already able to cast them skillfully;

With a wonderful rejuvenation, he treated the illnesses and injuries of more than a dozen crew members and passengers;

He even learned two traps from Valensimo. It's a pity that the workmanship is so rough that the guide commented that "anyone with eyes will definitely not step in it"...

And, continue to ask Mr. Trocca where they happened. Worst of all, Mr. Trocca's ability to read maps is truly beyond words. Facing the map Grete spread out, he basically had no idea where to start...

[Moonstone] furled its sails and, under the leadership of the pilot boat, slowly approached the shore. Grete flew high to the top of the mast, overlooking the sparkling port and the numerous sails, and took a deep breath:

Whether Brother Lin En can return smoothly depends on this wave!

He flew from the top of the mast to the trestle. As soon as he set foot on the New World, Mr. Trocca raised his head and let out a long "meow":

The kitten, which had been sleeping miserably for more than a month and only woke up occasionally to eat, became energetic for the first time. It spread out its four paws, rushed into the grass, and rolled several times:

"I'm much better! Grete, let's go quickly!"

It seems that after arriving in the New World, Mr. Trocca got closer to the part of his "existence" that was torn away and recovered a little. Gretel secretly speculated and turned to ask the guide:

"How do we go?"

Valensimo was already carrying a rucksack and carrying two swords at his waist, and walked quickly over to wait for him. Hearing this, he replied without hesitation:

"Of course, follow the caravan. If there is an indigenous caravan, that would be best. I'm going to get some news. You can disperse first and walk around -"

He took out a map from nowhere, spread it out in front of everyone, and pointed at a red dot in it:

"During lunch, meet at the [Mayflower] Tavern in the center of the town. It's the [Mayflower] Tavern, remember?"

Gretel: "..."

Who came up with this stupid name...

He carried the cat directly to the Mage Tower. After walking around the Port Mage Tower and the other two Mage Towers in the city, I didn't receive any letters from Linn - not a single letter within half a year.

Linn's previous letters were all sent to the Port Mage Tower by someone, and then sent to Nevis from the Mage Tower. Not for half a year, that is, from the time Mr. Trocca ran out to report the letter to now, he has not sent a letter?

No news is good news. Gretel comforted himself silently, holding Mr. Trocca in his arms, and arrived at the edge of Waltham Town, next to the tallest oak tree. Stepping into the circle of stone piles, pressing his hands on the bark of the tree, he silently asked:

Have you ever seen someone like Brother Lynn?

——Seen it. Several springs ago.

So, what about this black cat I’m holding?

——Seen it. Several full moons ago. At that time, it was not like it is now... more powerful and more unstable, as if it was about to dissipate...

The oak tree conveyed an image to him. Mr. Trocca ran as fast as he could, trailing a faint trail of black smoke, without looking back. The figure was hazy, and things like debris kept falling in the oak tree's field of vision.

Gretel stared deeply through the oak tree's eyes, and could only see that it was running from the depths of the New World, and there were no pursuers around it. As for how far he ran and where he ran from, the sight of the oak tree couldn't reach that far.

Can you help me ask the surrounding vegetation where it came from?

The oak tree was silent for a long time. The breeze blew, the grass and trees swayed, and the natural power in Grete's body flowed into the oak tree like a gate opening. Gretel couldn't help but smile bitterly:

This oak tree really fully fulfilled the principle of equal exchange and gave him no preferential treatment at all. But okay, just ask for him——

Maybe it was dozens of breaths, maybe it was hundreds of breaths, and Grete's consciousness lit up bit by bit. Big trees, shrubs, wild grasses, and reeds, in his consciousness, outlined a vast map that extended into the wilderness:

Then, a black line drew straight across the wasteland, across the stream, over the hills, and deep into the forest. The map in my consciousness doesn't have a scale, but from where the big oak tree is to the edge of the map that gradually blurs and disappears, it's probably about a hundred miles?

It's good. With Mr. Trocca leading the way, you can ask about the nature around you from time to time, so you don't have to worry about finding the wrong place...

Grete smiled and sent another wave of natural power to the big oak tree as a thank you gift. He carried the black cat back to the center of the town and inquired all the way until he came to the [Mayflower] tavern that made him want to complain.

When he opened the door and saw Mr. Valencimo, Grete paused and wanted to turn around and run away.

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