Infinite Journey From Hogwarts

"Viscount Alkin, you have not officially become the official city lord of Cresto. According to the laws of the kingdom, if you kill the city guard without reason, I have the right to arrest you."

A portal located here, an old-faced figure in a mage robe walked out of the portal, followed by a group of fierce professionals.

After his voice fell, the new five portals located here, and groups of people walked out of the portal and confronted Cedric.

Cedric looked at the old man who spoke, and said with a strange expression, "You are also a [Mage] of level 18. Before facing the enemy, don't you use divination?"

The old man's cheeks twitched, he instinctively wanted to say, "You are a down and out viscount, you have been pushed out to this kingdom's enclave, what right do you have for me to use prophecy", but the next moment his spiritual sense gave him a strong warning, as if Standing in front of him is an ancient dragon, no! It should be a more noble life than the ancient dragon.

Big drops of sweat secreted uncontrollably from his forehead and slid down his cheeks. The specialty [Fast Thinking] acquired by the fifteenth-level [Mage] made his brain spin rapidly.

Why didn't he realize that something was wrong until his subordinates, those city guards were killed?

Why do I just subconsciously regard the other party as a down and out viscount?

Why did my spiritual sense immediately bring a strong warning after the other party spoke?

It is 'allowed'!

With the other party's 'permission', I can only feel his greatness as a level 18 [mage]!

[Trickery] Domain? [Conspiracy] Domain? Or... [Fate] field?

The old man trembled all over, and the leaders who arrived here through the portal also realized that something was wrong. They had never felt such panic from this evil mage.

"Your Highness!" The old man prostrated himself on the ground.

Cedric's indifferent voice continued, "I order you to use divination to look at me, otherwise wouldn't those soldiers die in vain?"

The old man's brain was spinning rapidly, and the other party's meaning was very clear. This was a 'punishment'. If he could survive, he would have the value of continuing to live.

The old man took out a bunch of spell items from the mage's pocket, and carefully used a [Limited Wish] to pray for temporary luck.

The next moment he looked at Cedric with the three-ring [prophecy perception], this kind of prophecy spell can only predict some vague things, such as danger or not, it is precisely because this spell is low-level that the old man chooses it, because Sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing.

After a faint spell, the sound of running water rang in his ears, he subconsciously wanted to look up, only to see a rushing river, countless information poured into his mind, different world lines of 'safety' and 'danger' 'The two feelings are like the two basic characters of 0 and 1, directly washing his soul and washing him into a vegetable.

In the real world, the old man tilted his head and fell to the ground. All the strange things on his body were still intact, but no one dared to take a look.

Cedric also threw a small silver mercury ball, and the old man moved again, crawling under Cedric's feet.

He casually looked at the people who were already kneeling on the ground, "This is a warning. I can ignore the previous incidents, but after that I will be your city lord."

The other five leaders were breathing heavily, with fine cold sweat oozing from their backs, as if only in this way could they feel the value of being alive.

"Your Highness..." one of the strong men raised his head and said respectfully.

"Call me Lord City Lord."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Huh?" Cedric glanced at him.

The brawny man immediately slapped his mouth, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose, "I saw the Lord City Lord today, and I was a little incoherent."

Cedric nodded slightly, without saying much, "Take me to the Santo's Mansion."

The five leaders looked at each other, and in the end it was the burly man who bit the bullet and stepped forward in embarrassment, "Please come to my residence temporarily, the city lord. The city lord's mansion needs some time to clean."

"Oh." Cedric snorted softly, "I know better than you what is going on in the City Lord's Mansion. My order is 'Take me to the City Lord's Mansion'. I don't want to say it again."

"Yes, Lord City Master." The strong man nodded quickly.

The entire city of Cresto is not small. Although there are no permanent residents, whether it is the minerals of the Altun Mountains or the ruins of the Izumo Mountains, it is a place that adventurers rush to visit.

As a supply station outside the [Iron Wall Front], this place is also a necessary place for merchants traveling between the Orc Empire and the Elf Empire.

This is a real city of adventure, a city of commerce, and also a city of sin. It has a floating population of more than 200,000, and there are quite a few professionals among them.

It's a good place, Cedric feels a lot better when he feels this vibrant city.

If such a prosperous city is within the [Iron Wall Front], I am afraid that only the core territory of the Great Earl can see it. It is indeed good that I can inherit this place in a legitimate way. Of course, the premise is that I have the ability to subdue all the villains here.

The old man just now is just a spokesperson. In this world, [Mages] above level 15 all have their own powers, because the large amount of resources required by Mages determines that they cannot develop independently, even if it is someone like Mordencan. Existence, have created Eight Leafs, one can imagine the resources that senior mages need.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of the downcast city lord's mansion. This vast city lord's mansion had already existed in name only in the last orc war, so now the representatives of various forces took over the power of the city temporarily.

"Get up." Cedric looked indifferently at the strong man lying in front of his carriage, wanting to be his own stepping on the mat, "I don't believe in flattery at the cost of personality, if a person doesn't even cherish himself, how can I will really respect you."

The strong man's face turned red, he didn't know whether it was from shame or gratitude, he stood up again and said loudly, "Yes, Lord City Master."

Cedric got out of the carriage, playing with a twenty-sided dice in his hand, [Time] divinity broke through 10 points, divine power filled his whole body, he said softly, "Yesterday comes again."

A long river loomed in the void, and a luxurious and graceful city lord's mansion was pulled out from the past, covering the bleak scene in front of him.

The sky-blue glazed tiles are shining, and the angels are singing on the golden gate. Everything makes people feel dreamy.

Suddenly someone in the crowd of onlookers shouted, "Miracle!"

There was a din of people, and it spread like a wave.

Cedric pushed open the door and walked in.

The later "Cedric Diggory Alkin's Chronicle" records that in the first year of the Victory Calendar, the great conqueror, the orc slayer, and the unseen descended here.

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