Western Fantasy: The Princess Wants to Save the World

Chapter 114 Self-certification

At this time, Cecilia was already chasing Valken and others at full speed.

She misjudged Gallup's desire to control "Cecilia", which led to her current situation.

Careless.

Before leaving, Cecilia had guessed about the situation Joyce would face and made backup plans to minimize the impact on Joyce.

On the contrary, Gallup would not easily let herself escape from his control, and the road ahead would probably not be so easy.

Besides, the South is so large, and Cecilia did not find out where Valken's first city would be before she left.

Fortunately, Cecilia is not without any connections now. In order to develop and expand the Magicians' Guild, Lorian is eager to write Leslian's name in the first article of the Magicians' Guild's general rules.

This is actually not a good thing. Whenever there is any problem with the Magicians Guild, the credibility of the Guild will also decline.

Cecilia expressed this to Lorian very tactfully, but it is not known whether Lorian listened to her or not.

For now, it is unclear whether Lorian's publicity has achieved his goal, but it is a good thing for her now.

As long as she finds a branch of the Magicians' Guild and proves her identity as Leslian, she can get some intelligence help.

Cecilia used teleportation magic to reach the farthest village within her current ability.

I never thought that Gallup would transfer Valken away, and Cecilia never left any tracking magic on him. Now it is really difficult to find someone in the vast ocean...

When Cecilia escaped, she found two sets of casual clothes from Celine. What she was wearing now was the most ordinary clothes.

If she conjured up a mask and put it on her face, who could still recognize her as the princess?

This time, Leslian's appearance was not used, but the appearance of a middle-aged woman that was temporarily transformed in Aslade City before.

It was early morning when she came out, and now she needs to find a place to stay.

The village was quiet at night. The mid-autumn night was already a little chilly, and the chirping of insects could be heard from the surrounding fields from time to time.

Cecilia knocked on the door of a farmer's house. The person who opened the door was a burly man, which made Cecilia hesitate.

She has enough self-protection ability to survive a confrontation with an average adult male.

But for a middle-aged woman who looks to be in her forties to stay at a man's house in the middle of the night is not convenient for either herself or the other party.

Although this mask can make the appearance look ever-changing, the voice cannot be changed.

The man looked impatient, "Who are you?"

Cecilia took out the words she had prepared earlier, "I came home from Petra to visit my relatives. I walked a long way before I found a village."

The man looked Cecilia up and down and waved his hand. "We don't welcome outsiders here. Leave quickly."

He pretended to close the door.

Cecilia did not move. She saw a hint of panic and haste in the man, and also heard clearly what the man said, "They are here."

If it were any other time, Cecilia might have meddled in other people's business, but now she decided to mind her own business for fear of unnecessary trouble.

After Cecilia realized that there might be something wrong with the village, she did not stay any longer. She had experience in staying outdoors four hundred years ago.

Fortunately it's not winter now.

In Cecilia's impression, the winter on the continent of Swester is still very cold.

She found a place that was relatively sheltered from the wind and some things to start a fire.

Looking at the flames in front of her, Cecilia's thoughts were pulled back to four hundred years ago.

She still remembered the first time she rested in the wild with Abeluna and the others, she didn't even know how to make a fire.

No one laughed at her at the time, but during the following few rest times in the wild, several people took turns telling her what to pay attention to when resting in the wild at night.

Cecilia felt her eyes moist and her vision blurry.

Quickly wipe it off with the back of your hand.

It must be because of the heavy smoke.

Cecilia, whose emotions had calmed down a little, was thinking idly that when Celine gave Lowry the letter she left behind, he would definitely think that she was making a big deal out of nothing.

The fire was making crackling sounds.

It’s not that Valken is so important, but Valken was most likely exiled because of her, and there is a possibility of an epidemic breaking out in the south.

She is a very selfish person and she doesn't want to cause any loss of life.

Besides...

Valken was also her friend.

She couldn't just watch Valken die.

That's all.

She was alone, and there was no possibility that anyone could take over the night watch with her, so it could be said that she had almost no rest all night.

When it was just dawn, Cecilia set out for the nearest city.

After a night of recovery, the magic consumed by the previous teleportation has been mostly restored.

This place is not too far from the nearest city. In order to save time, Cecilia directly used the teleportation to the vicinity of the city.

If Cecilia remembered correctly, this city was the closest to Petra in the south.

The flag symbolizing Prince Morpheus was flying high on the city wall.

Tanayun City.

Cecilia found a shop and bought two sets of men's clothes, and changed back to Leslian's face. After asking around, she found the branch of the Magicians' Guild.

If Cecilia's first impression of the Magicians' Association when she first came back was that of defeat, now after seeing this branch she understood what defeat meant.

Cecilia sighed.

Lorien still has a long way to go.

It is indeed difficult to communicate as a mute, and what makes Cecilia even more headache is the receptionist in the hall of the branch, whose attitude is too bad.

After all, the Magicians' Guild also needs to make profits by accepting commissions from the public.

At the head guild in Petra, at least the goat-horned orcs in charge of reception were very polite when receiving outsiders.

Cecilia used a silencing spell, but the man still wanted to attack. Cecilia sighed inwardly and released another binding spell.

He held up the paper with words already written on it, "I want to see your president."

The man struggled to resist, glaring at Cecilia.

Cecilia continued to write, "My name is Leslie Ann. The headquarters sent me here to arrange the work."

Since the branch is in such a mess, Cecilia borrowed Lorian's power and helped him clear the obstacles on the road. I think he won't be angry.

The man was bound and unable to speak, so he could only hum an unwritten tune through his nose.

Cecilia lifted the silencing spell.

"I believe you if you say you are Lesley Ann?"

This is normal.

Cecilia found that after she returned to this continent, she kept proving herself.

The quill wrote under the control of magic, "I don't need to prove it to you. Find your branch to grow it."