Mu Wenxi and his group were already moving slowly on the road. Although the carriage was not as good as the beast-drawn carriage, the interior of the carriage was luxuriously decorated. The floor was covered with soft velvet carpets, and the curtains on both sides were made of fine silk.
Inside the car, Mu Wenxi and Xie Qi sat on one side, with a table full of luxurious fruit platters and tea.
Their first stop was the ancient city of "Crescent Moon City," the closest city to the Demon Palace.
Although it's said to be the closest, it's still several days' walk away. Coincidentally, this ancient city is the very one where Xie Qi was advised to work as a servant in the Demon Palace.
Because everyone had disguised themselves for this trip, when they appeared at the gates of Crescent Moon City, no one panicked or ran away; they were just curious about the exceptionally luxurious carriage.
Everyone went about their business as usual, and no one suspected that the person sitting in the carriage was the Demon Lord.
The carriage slowly drove into the city, and Xie Qi secretly peeked at the streets and alleys outside by pulling back one of the curtains.
Long streets, all kinds of buildings, vendors on both sides of the streets and alleys, shouts everywhere, old ladies selling vegetables, uncles carrying baskets, everything was the same as before.
The carriage traveled from one end of the street to the other, passing a familiar spot. Xie Qi saw the old farmer who used to sell steamed buns, and a flood of emotions overwhelmed him. He looked at Mu Wenxi and said, "I'd like to go down there."
Mu Wenxi didn't ask why, he just said, "Be careful."
Xie Qi took his savings and walked up to the steamed bun shop owner: "Boss, give me five steamed buns."
The old farmer felt the voice sounded familiar, but he didn't think about it and kept moving his hands: "Alright, please wait a moment, sir."
Xie Qi took the bun, took out a piece of gold from his purse, and handed it to the old farmer.
The old farmer quickly declined, saying, "I don't need so much."
Xie Qi: "Old farmer, this is to return to you. Do you remember the steamed bun you gave me a few months ago?"
The old farmer looked him over carefully, then seemed to remember something and exclaimed in surprise, "You, you are that little beggar!"
Xie Qi nodded: "Thank you for saving my life that day, old farmer."
Old farmer: "You're too kind, you mustn't."
Xie Qi: "Please accept this; it is a life-saving favor."
Xie Qi greeted him and left. The old farmer looked at the carriage he got into, which was exceptionally luxurious, indicating that the family was wealthy. Thinking of Xie Qi's appearance, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the help he had given him. However, he never thought of any reward for saving the man.
After the carriage left, the demon general behind received a signal from Mu Wenxi and left a sum of money in the old farmer's house, a sum that the old farmer could not spend in several lifetimes.
After packing up and returning home, the old farmer was surprised to find a purse in his house. He picked it up from the windowsill and examined it closely.
The pattern on the purse looked familiar. He opened the purse and found an even more valuable sum of money inside, which he guessed was secretly placed in his room by the young master earlier.
He carefully put away the money and hid it under a brick. As he walked out the door, he remembered the pattern on the purse, which he had seen among the group of demon generals who had passed by in a hurry a few months ago.
This...this young master is actually from the Demon Palace! But the fact that he got into that carriage clearly indicates he's not a demon general or a follower; he must be someone even more noble than a demon general!
A look of surprise flashed across the old man's face. He thought of some recent rumors. No way! That person is the Demon Queen that the Demon Lord wants to install? That's probably impossible. Maybe it's someone else.
The old farmer wiped the sweat from his forehead, shook his head, and said, "I don't want to think about it anymore. It's none of my business anyway."
Xie Qi's expression became more varied after he got back into the car.
Seeing the smile on his lips, Mu Wenxi's mood improved unconsciously: "Happy now?"
Xie Qi nodded: "Yes, I'm very happy. That old farmer helped me back then, but there was another person. He was the one who recommended me to work as a handyman in the Demon Palace. If it weren't for him, I'd probably still be running for my life."
Mu Wenxi said with relief, "Fortunately, if it weren't for him, I might not have met you."
Xie Qi rested his head on Mu Wenxi's shoulder: "Yes, if I met him, I would definitely thank him properly."
The carriage gradually came to a stop, and the demon general's voice came from outside: "My lord, there is an inn here. Shall we stay here for the night?"
Let's rest here for now.
Mu Wenxi nimbly jumped off the carriage first, then turned to Xie Qi, gesturing for him to help her down.
Xie Qi, though a magical beast, was not weak, especially now that he had gained power. He simply preferred to rely on the Demon Lord. He gently took the other's arm and leaped down.
The demon general walked up to Mu Wenxi and asked softly, "My lord, how many rooms do you need?"
Mu Wenxi turned to Xie Qi and said, "One room, please."
The two entered the inn and chose a relatively secluded room. Xie Qi followed Mu Wenxi and put down his things.
Mu Wenxi: "Shall we go and look around?"
Xie Qi nodded.
The two walked out together, with the demon generals following behind.
Mu Wenxi dismissed them, saying, "You don't need to follow us. Go and have a look around on your own," so as not to disturb their peace.
The streets were bustling with people dressed in all sorts of ways, but people with appearances like the two of them were rare. They entered a treasure pavilion, where countless rare and precious items captivated the attention of many.
The shopkeeper came out: "Sir, young master, is there anything you like?"
Xie Qi pointed to the glittering stone in front of him: "What is this?"
"Young master has excellent taste. This is a magic crystal that allows communication between people. As long as both parties' blood is dripped into it and the crystal is worn by the other person, they can sense each other even from a thousand miles away. Of course, the closer the two are, the better."
Mu Wenxi glanced at the unremarkable Thousand Mile Magic Crystal in front of him; the Demon Palace had countless of these. "You like this?"
Xie Qi: "Yes, I want to buy it and give it to you."
Mu Wenxi didn't say she didn't like it, but simply agreed softly, "Okay."
Xie Qi took out his purse, handed the money to the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper packed up the two magic stones and handed them to Xie Qi.
Xie Qi looked at Mu Wenxi, bit his finger and dripped blood onto the magic stone. The blood was instantly absorbed by the magic stone. He handed over a piece: "This is for you."
Mu Wenxi accepted it and said, "Thank you."
She then did the same, hanging the magic stone around Xie Qi's neck.
Mu Wenxi: "Then I'll know where you go from now on."
Xie Qi gripped the magic stone around his neck: "Yeah, you too."
The two left the Treasure Pavilion and continued to stroll around the city when suddenly a demon general approached Mu Wenxi.
"The matter the adults asked them about has been resolved..."
The demon general was talking to Mu Wenxi, and Mu Wenxi nodded and told him to step back. He then said to Xie Qi, "Follow me."
She led Xie Qi further and further astray, crossing the main street and entering a small alley, turning left and right.
Xie Qi: "Where are we going?"
Mu Wenxi: "I want to show you a place."
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