After safely escorting Grace Bennett to the Sorcerer Academy this time, he actually planned to travel around other kingdoms, to see if he could encounter a truly evil wizard, apprentice under him, and learn a skill or two, so as not to muddle through life so aimlessly...

Ethan Clark and Grace Bennett had now covered about half the journey. Along the way, Ethan Clark kept an eye out for any corpses abandoned by the roadside due to the war, but unfortunately, those bodies were either mangled beyond recognition by wild dogs or reduced to skin and bones—completely useless even if revived...

What our Ethan Clark truly longed for was the corpse of a strong, robust man!

After Miss Grace Bennett got into the carriage, Ethan Clark mounted his black horse as well. After saying a word to the coachman, the coachman cracked his whip, and the snow-white royal horses pulled the noble Grace Bennett on her way.

Although Ethan Clark was acting as an escort, he himself didn’t have much strength. The real responsibility for the safety of this young lady from the imperial capital fell to a Sky Knight and three of Grace Bennett’s attendants.

For commoners, even an ordinary knight held a very high status. Usually, when someone with a knight’s title entered a town of over ten thousand people, the mayor would have to show deference and politely invite him to his home as a guest. As for a Gold Knight, that was three ranks above an ordinary knight—a status where even the mayor would have to kneel and pay respects.

This time, a Sky Knight appeared in the town, and the humble mayor was already trembling with fear, trying to arrange for the even higher-status Grace Bennett. However, Grace Bennett only planned to stay briefly, intending to set off immediately after lunch, so she didn’t give the mayor a chance to host her and left the town.

“You mean you don’t plan to return to your family?” Grace Bennett poked her head out of the carriage and said to Ethan Clark, who was riding alongside. During lunch, Ethan Clark had mentioned this to Grace Bennett.

“Yeah, I want to go out and explore. Maybe I’ll have some world-shaking adventure, and then I can swagger back to the capital,” Ethan Clark replied.

“What kind of adventure could you possibly have... You spend all day in the library, and you even lost to that guy from the Lanki Kingdom at the triennial scholarly exchange. Do you really think you can make a name for yourself with just a head full of theory?” Grace Bennett rolled her eyes.

“My lady, I suggest that when you’re mocking others, you first look at what’s in front of you...” Ethan Clark grinned mischievously.

Grace Bennett had parted the carriage’s gauze curtain and was leaning out a bit. Hearing Ethan Clark’s mischievous laugh, she immediately looked ahead and suddenly spotted an old tree branch jutting out from the roadside, right in front of her—just a meter away from hitting her. She hurriedly ducked her head, narrowly avoiding the “indecency” of the old tree.

“Ding ding ding—” Although Grace Bennett reacted in time, the branch still brushed past her hair, knocking off a delicate hairpin, which fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Ethan Clark dismounted to pick it up. Noticing that Grace Bennett hadn’t realized she’d lost a hairpin, he casually slipped it into his pocket, secretly delighted—this hairpin was quite valuable, and now the cost of gathering materials for reviving corpses was recouped.

Grace Bennett, sulking, stopped talking to Ethan Clark and sat quietly in the comfortable carriage, practicing her fire control technique. Her talent for controlling fire was indeed high—a ring of orange-red flame danced nimbly between her fingers, rarely straying from her control.

Uh, but to be fair, if it did stray from her control, that little flame could easily set the carriage on fire...

Ethan Clark was still keeping an eye out for any “movement” of corpses. Back in the capital, he’d heard that remote little towns like this were usually quite chaotic, and it wasn’t uncommon to see corpses in the wild.

But after traveling for so long without finding anything, Ethan Clark couldn’t help but curse those rumor-mongers. The place was clearly peaceful and prosperous, yet they claimed corpses were everywhere, getting Ethan Clark all worked up for nothing!

“Miss, it seems the carriage wheel is broken and needs to be replaced. You’ve been riding for a long time and must be tired—why don’t you get out and rest for a bit?” Around six in the evening, the coachman suddenly turned to Grace Bennett and said. Grace Bennett had no choice but to get out of the carriage.

However, the coachman’s words immediately made Ethan Clark’s eyes light up. He remembered that in those adventurer memoirs, it was often said that highway robbers would set up hard-to-spot obstacles on the road to make carriages stop, then rob them. Ethan Clark wondered: could the broken wheel be because of this?

At once, Ethan Clark looked around, searching for some strong, robust bandits...

Of course, Ethan Clark wasn’t worried about being robbed—a Sky Knight was definitely not someone to mess with. If it were that easy to get robbed, Grace Bennett would have been sold off as a slave the moment she left the capital. Her beauty alone could fetch a sky-high price from the nobles.

“What are you doing, acting all weird?” Grace Bennett noticed Ethan Clark’s odd behavior and shot him a glare.