13 Viscount Gugger’s Invitation Part 2 (2/2)

”So it is Swordmaster Ulysses,” Saleen smiled and cracked a neither serious nor light-hearted joke.

Ulysses' face turned red but he was not too embarrassed. Saleen was warmer than the last time around. His expression was no longer cold and emotionless.

”Lord Viscount had asked that I welcome you.”

”I shall go and collect my goods first, you see…”

”Let Chris take care of it.” Ulysses called out to Chris, and the red-haired swordsman meekly took over Saleen's leather sack, along with the store tickets.

”They have been paid for. You just have to inspect the packages. You know the place, right?” Saleen reminded Chris.

The economy in Ceylon City had declined, and there were limited shops. Gugger had actually specially studied Saleen's movements. Of course he knew which store Saleen had placed his orders at. Chris controlled his urge to beat Saleen up, and left quickly like a meteor.

”Swordmaster, let's go.”

Ulysses gave a wry smile, and replied to Saleen, ”I will call you Saleen from now on. Please do not call me swordmaster. It is embarrassing.”

”I am glad that you realize it.” Saleen had won the first round. He adjusted his robe and followed Ulysses onto the carriage. The exterior of the carriage was already old, but the fittings within were luxurious.

The interior of the spacious carriage was covered with carpet from the Caucasus Region. The seats were wrapped in velvet from the Tangulasi Empire, and the cushions were made simply with precious silk from the Qin Empire. In fact, the carriage body had been made in the Cloudflow Empire. There was almost no jolt when the carriage was in motion, in essence not affecting skilled shooters in battle.

Although Ceylon City had declined, the Sikeqinya Empire was still flourishing. The largest trading and mercenary groups in the entire mainland were based in Sikeqinya, where one could buy anything they could think of.

Saleen could not appreciate Lord Viscount's hospitality. He only thought that the fragrance inside the carriage was a little strange. He deployed a cleaning spell. With the cleansing of the fresh water vapor, the fragrance in the carriage quickly dissipated. Within six hours, he could release six level-0 spells. Could that Viscount Gugger have invited him to perform?

Saleen leaned against the soft cushions, an indescribable feeling in his heart. Three years ago, he was hungry and freezing. Who would have thought that this day would come when he would be received by the Lord in his very carriage? He felt gratified; all of this was magic, brought to him by Jason Statham. When would he have true glory?

The more Saleen thought about it, the more eager he felt about the payment of those few thousand gold coins from the viscount. He did not speak to Ulysses, but began to meditate in his seat.

Viscount Gugger did not come out to greet him. Ulysses brought Saleen to a small sitting room to wait. This was not considered disrespect, as the small sitting room was used by nobility for extending hospitality to the people close to them. Common visitors would not have such a privilege.

As Viscount Gugger had financial aid from his father-in-law, even though tax revenues had not been profitable, his life was still very comfortable. Saleen was now sipping tea imported from the Qin Empire, and eating dried nuts from Baidi City. The maidservant who had served him was young and pretty, and was looking at him flirtatiously.

Mages were rare. The maids did not care about Saleen's current grade. In any case, once they managed to seduce him, they would have very different statuses.

Although Saleen was not reserved, he felt it was silly. It was fortunate that Ulysses was accompanying him; the two maidservants did not dare to do anything.

”Mage Saleen, I heard that mages can fly in the sky, is that true?”

”Even a grade-5 mage would need the use of an aviation prop. I am just an apprentice. Only mages above grade-6 could own the sky.” Saleen straightened his clothes while sitting, and answered according to the standard answer from the magic books.

”You must have read a lot of books. You speak just like a nobleman.”

”This is not a compliment, even to an apprentice.” Saleen did not want Ulysses to treat this like a joke. He put on a stern look, with no intention of engaging the two maidservants any further.

The maidservants covered their mouths and giggled, ”Do you intend to punish us?”

Saleen did not reply; he was not angry. If Viscount Gugger were to punish the two maidservants, he would certainly agree with it. These two maids were obviously not worth a few thousand gold coins. But Saleen remembered how he had been in the past, and felt that such punishments were meaningless.

The people at the lowest level would desperately climb their way upwards, regardless of what was at the top. They would be unwilling to turn back.