Chapter 21 Out of the North
"What are you looking at? Are there any enemies?"

Hela’s voice rang out from the side.

Roland stopped the spell, turned around, and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Nothing, just a few flies."

Holding the book, Hela looked at Roland in confusion. Seeing that Roland had no intention of explaining, she did not say anything. She nodded obediently, returned to the table, and continued to study quietly.

After Hela went back to study, Roland looked over again.

After making sure that the peeping orcs had left, Roland turned back to the bed, picked up the storybook and continued reading.

Roland was not worried about provoking local forces.

After getting the high priest's staff, Roland was full of confidence. Even if he provoked the entire Northern Kingdom, Roland would not be afraid.

The high priest's staff contained the blessings gained from years of sacrifice by the entire cult. With these blessings, even if a legend came, Roland would be able to run away with Hela.

As for the mid- and high-level transcendents, Roland is even confident that he can counterattack.

If Roland is really angered, he can use these blessings and the advanced spells brought from the previous life to forcibly tear apart the world barrier, advance the undead invasion, and open everyone's eyes.

Moreover, according to the unspoken rules among the extraordinary people, there would be no problem if this kind of spying was not discovered. However, if it was discovered, it would be reasonable even if everyone was killed.

This was indeed the case. Nothing happened to Roland for the rest of the day.

Silent all night.

When Roland opened his eyes again, he raised his eyebrows slightly, turned around and saw Hela studying in his room again.

He lazily got out of bed, walked to the window and pushed it open.

"Didn't you rest last night?"

Roland stretched out his hand, caught the sunlight coming in from the window, and said lazily.

"I am not sleepy."

Hela said quietly.

"understood."

Roland shrugged and spoke casually.

"The exit application should be ready today, so get ready to go."

"Ah."

Hela nodded, closed the book and stood up.

Because she had been sitting for too long, Hela's legs felt a little weak.

Roland glanced at them out of the corner of his eye and said nothing. He just quietly packed up the things including Hela's portion.

After packing up everything, Roland and Hela were about to pull the carriage to get the exit permit when several Orc soldiers came up to them.

Roland looked calmly at the fully armed soldiers in front of him, and said casually while leading the carriage.

"Is something wrong?"

Behind Roland, Hela subconsciously grasped the sword at her waist and watched them vigilantly.

Several Orc soldiers saluted Roland respectfully without hesitation. The leading soldier spoke respectfully while holding up a mahogany tray with both hands.

"Your Excellency, by order of the General, I offer you the General's apologies."

Roland took a quick look and saw an exit permit and eight hundred gold coins that were delivered to his door.

It seems that the other party already knows my identity.

Even though the exit permit that was delivered to his door was meant to be friendly, it was also a reminder to Roland that they knew his identity. He was not a spellcaster from the mage school, but just a "wild mage."

After all, regular mages from the mage school don't need to apply for these.

Roland raised his eyebrows slightly and understood what the other party meant.

The other side had no intention of making enemies with Roland, and only hoped to send him away with 800 gold coins, no more. If Roland wanted to ask for a high price, he had to think carefully, because they could afford to offend a "wild mage".

It's quite generous. Eight hundred gold coins is already a considerable amount of money for an ordinary wild mage.

Roland waved his hand casually, collected the exit permit and gold coins with his space ring, and spoke in a casual tone.

"Tell your general that I accepted it."

Although he was regarded as a "wild wizard", Roland did not care about these false names.

As a mature man, he didn't want to waste time arguing about these trivial things. Anyway, the peeping orcs didn't see anything, so he just took the money and left.

Although the Orc soldiers were somewhat surprised at the sudden disappearance of the exit permit and gold coins, they were ignorant enough not to think there was anything special about it.

"Farewell."

Since Roland accepted these, they all breathed a sigh of relief, said goodbye respectfully, and immediately turned around and left.

Roland ignored their fleeing backs and turned around to speak to Hela.

"Since they've delivered it to our door for free, let's go."

"Ah."

Hela nodded.

Afterwards, under the intentional or unintentional surveillance of some patrol teams, Roland and Hela quickly left the White Fortress.

Standing on the snow outside the white fortress, Hela looked at the white fortress behind her hesitantly.

After walking out of the White Fortress, Hela really left the Northern Kingdom.

Moreover, since Roland and Hela were both born into human tribes and did not have legal status in the Northern Kingdom, they left as stateless people.

As the name suggests, stateless people are refugees without a country. Generally speaking, most professional adventurers belong to this type.

Of course, this did not have much impact on Roland and Hela, because they were extraordinary people first, and then stateless people.

"Regret it?"

Standing next to Hela, Roland said softly.

"It's still not too late to go back now."

Hearing Roland's words, Hela subconsciously tightened her grip on his hand.

Holding Roland's hand tightly, she looked towards the White Fortress.

Hela did not have much identification with the Kingdom of the North, her nominal homeland. She had only one hometown, and that was the destroyed human tribe, not the kingdom of orcs and orcs in front of her.

Her hometown is gone, and he is her only hope.

The person who pulled her out of the abyss and completed revenge together with her.

Hela held Roland's hand tightly, shook her head slightly, and spoke softly.

"I do not regret."

"Don't be nervous. With me here, your future won't be too bad."

Roland noticed her clenched left hand, and gently touched her head with his free hand, comforting her tenderly.

Although he had said before that the future would not be good, that was just to scare Hela.

As a superhuman being, even if Roland planned to travel around, his quality of life would definitely not be worse than that of an ordinary person.

Moreover, when he advances a few more levels, even if he doesn't have the resources to build a floating city, he can still build a smaller moving castle by hand.

Only then can you really go wherever you want.

Although Hela is not worried about the deterioration of her quality of life now.

(End of this chapter)