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Ambrina gestured for her to stop; she had already quenched her thirst and relieved her itch, and was no longer in such a hurry.

Walking up to Falek, Ambrina pulled out a jar. "Falek, you haven't tried the back yet, have you?"

Falek, who had been somewhat dazed, suddenly snapped back to reality. "No, I don't need it." Last time, when Ronan inserted one of his hands into her back, she wasn't used to it, let alone Ronan's thing, which was so thick and long. Wouldn't she be in excruciating pain?

“You’re also a fourth-tier mage, so you won’t get hurt. It’ll just be a little headache at first. Actually, that burning sensation, as if your whole body is being pierced through and you don’t even belong to yourself, is really exciting. Believe me, you’ll definitely feel uncomfortable after you’ve had it once, but you’ll miss it after a long time,” Ambrina said.

Falek shook his head vigorously, "Really, no need."

"Let's go back first, it's really uncomfortable being all wet," Ambrina suggested.

Falek nodded.

More than ten minutes later, Falek realized she had been tricked; Ambrina had only gone back to get something.

A two-headed dragon.

Then, she was taken by Ronan and Ambrina, one after the other.

Afterwards, Ambrina looked at her with a smile and said, "Faith, you've seen the worst side of me. We're real friends now."

"Friends?" Falek smiled, and for some reason, she suddenly felt a little happy.

Chapter 735 Three Things: The Route, Whether the Trip Was Wasted or Not

After accepting the Khan's invitation to a banquet, Ronan and his party stayed in India for another month.

During this month, Canaan first taught the Khan the first generation of magic revolver technology, individual flying machine technology, and magic armor technology. Of course, given the nature of Indians, one generation might become half a generation.

This is actually not a big deal, because Canaan was already in its fourth generation before it left France, while the other powerful nations in the Western Continent were all in their third generation.

In this world, magic is stronger with each generation. Those renowned magicians of the past are now just easy targets. Their magic absorption efficiency and output conversion rate are only third-rate. In ancient times, there wasn't even a magic defense membrane. Magicians of slightly lower rank in ancient times could be riddled with bullets by a single volley of firearms. But for modern magicians, a magic defense membrane is a basic skill. Many novice magicians without spellcasting abilities can achieve it, and they are basically immune to flintlock muskets.

Not to mention "technology," the generational gap is truly astounding.

Moreover, acquiring advanced technology may not necessarily be a good thing for India, because the Indian government is essentially a colonial regime. Most people are Hindu, and the core of the ruling class is Muslim. The key issue is that the Muslims cannot provide a fair platform for advancement and insist on their own way of doing things.

Ronan's assessment was that they were inferior to the Qing dynasty of another era, which at least had the Han Eight Banners and bondservants.

Now that the Greens have more advanced technology, shouldn't they have even greater ambitions? If you have big ambitions, will those local leaders be willing? If the local leaders are unwilling, but they can't defeat you, then it's not as simple as just being a comprador; they'll have to lead the way.

Secondly, Ambriina sampled all kinds of Indian cuisine and watched many Indian song and dance performances.

She's still a little short of advancing to the next level.

That's how summoning mages are; they cultivate their summons. Ambrina's summoning space is called "Feast," and it's all about eating, listening to music, and watching dramas—it's so repetitive.

Alice, on the other hand, had to hunt, and her prey could only be monsters. She wreaked havoc on Shinash's "zoo," but unfortunately, she was still a little short of leveling up. Otherwise, Alice would have reached level five. She would probably have to wander around Seris before she could reach level five.

Isabel has finally leveled up. Her summoning space is nurtured by using it in different types of environments. She had previously upgraded a lot in the special space she occupied in Lavini, and then completed the final step in India, becoming a fifth-tier summoner.

Her space is still the same—it can hold things, move, and erase—but now the wind-up is shorter, the capacity is larger, the movement is faster, and the erasure is stronger. In terms of combat power, anyone lower level than her who gets hit by her space ball will be instantly killed unless they use some special tricks.

Now, Ronan's team has a bit too many Tier 5 members: Isabel, Ashley, Grand, Elena, Agustina, Astrid, and Faith, seven people in total.

The top combat power is still Dinia, followed by Ronan and Kate.

Ambrina, Alice, and Falek are all fourth-tier, and are ranked later.

The newly added Canaan is rather weak, only at Tier 3, but it should improve after some time. Zhao Yingqi is even weaker, only at Tier 2, and she still hasn't figured out how to train her summoned spirit.

The third thing was that he healed Rabelais's master.

Falek served as the testing equipment, Faith assisted, and Dinia, an outsider, performed the surgery.

Rabelais's illness was in his demonic body, which is dynamic. You could say that the affected area was in a moving state. Generally speaking, this was a terminal illness, just like Ronan's father-in-law, Lucien. No doctor could help him.

Even Falek and Fies can't cure a person, because they can only find the affected area and fix it. Only Dinia can directly eliminate the diseased part of the magic base and regenerate it, thus curing the person.

After being cured, Rabelais and his master left, preparing to return to Seres.

Ronan and his group did not travel with them, because they were traveling by boat. Ronan and his group planned to cross the southern Himalayas, pass through Bengal and Assam, and enter the snowy region that nominally belonged to Seris.

I'm going this way for no other reason than to experience what it's like to cross a snow-capped mountain.

Before long, Ronan and his group arrived in the Sultanate of Gala, which was the Bangladesh of Ronan's original timeline.

This region is nominally ruled by a Sultan, but this Sultan has two fathers: one is the Cisse Khanate, the nominal ruling power in India; the other is a regime established by a Muslim who calls himself Great Khan but considers himself a Central Asian descendant of Seres. The other is the Seres Eastern India Campaign, originally established as one of the overseas military outposts to contain the large rebel regime of Annam, but now it functions more like a trading center.

We have just entered the Sultanate of Gala.

Ronan and his group were questioned. Pure Indians don't do this. Ronan and his group traveled all over India and were never questioned. At most, they were just watched.

Only people from Seres love doing this.

However, they were being checked by locals.

There were many local Buddhists under the jurisdiction of the Eastern India Military Command. They harbored a lot of resentment before the Seres arrived. After all, they were bullied before Green Green came, and they were still bullied after Green Green came. Wasn't Green Green's visit in vain?

Lord Seris was the most sensible one, directly turning them into "Guards of the Palace." To these marginalized people who claimed to be Buddhists but were actually just banding together for mutual support, the Guards of the Palace were Kshatriyas, they were their lord.

These traitors usually look down on everyone, and when they see Ronan and his group are white, they immediately call them white barbarians.

Of course, they also had to pay for the excellent skills they learned from the Seres – stamping fees. Entry required a stamp, and inkpads were free, weren't they? Of course, there was a charge. Five silver rupees per person, roughly equivalent to one silver dragon, or one tael of silver.

It was quite expensive. Whether in France in the west or Seres in the east, a family of three of average means would only spend about five or six taels of silver a year.

Zhao Yingqi wasn't charged money because she was clearly a Seresian.

Canaan and Falek received two fewer coins because they both looked like Green, who was considered the second father here. However, Falek was actually Polish, while Canaan was Persian.

“I know you’re not ordinary people, but here, you have to follow the rules,” the squad leader said to Ronan and his group in Seresian, which had a curry accent. “This isn’t a place for pirates like you to run rampant.”

The squad leader wasn't blind; he could tell from Ronan and his group's clothes and shoes that they were from the elite. Even wealthy merchants wouldn't dare to wear such fine clothes in public; only the powerful and wealthy who made money hand over fist would do that.

Ronan didn't know how to explain it, because they were actually dressed quite simply.

"Let's go, let's go find some delicious food!" Ambrina exclaimed excitedly. She was finally going to eat the Seres cuisine she had been looking forward to for so long.

Chapter 736 In the restaurant, if someone curses, they'll be beaten without hesitation.

Two days later, in the port area of ​​the Bay of Bengal, at a decent Seres-style restaurant.

This restaurant is very famous, but of course, it's not the most luxurious. The most luxurious restaurants only have private rooms. It's also not the best restaurant in the area. In this era, no matter what country or region, the best food is not found in the marketplace or in the palace, but in places that are not open to the public and are used for private gatherings of the upper class.

Upon entering the restaurant, Ronan and his group had to put two square tables together to have enough seats.

Seresian restaurants don't have large round tables; those are only for the poor among the Western barbarians. Only square tables can distinguish the host from the guests, which is called etiquette.

As soon as I sat down, an Indian man dressed in a linen Hanfu shorts served me tea.

It was black tea, and a lot of sugar was added.

Tea wasn't stolen by colonists and Indians; it was brought by the Seres themselves. After the establishment of the military government, the Seres discovered that the climate and environment of Bengal and Assam were very suitable for growing tea, and since foreigners loved to buy tea, they started cultivating it.

The head of the military headquarters, the defense commissioner, has always been a member of the royal family of the Kingdom of David. How could they not be able to obtain tea seeds?

Frankly speaking, a large portion of the military expenses of the military headquarters came from tea sales. As for military pay, well, the Seres people certainly paid their soldiers, and quite generously at that, but this pay came from the imperial court. The local "prefectural soldiers" were nominally paid, but when the imperial envoy came to inquire, who dared to say they weren't? Did they really think the waters of the Indian Ocean weren't cold enough to drown people? In reality, of course, they weren't paid. Not only were they not paid, but they also had to pay for their own military supplies. However, the Seres people didn't care about these local prefectural soldiers extorting and demanding bribes. After all, it wasn't the Seres people who were being extorted, but the locals, as well as the green-skinned foreigners and white-skinned devils.

How did Ronan know? Because the local soldiers also acted as tour guides. The tour guide saw that Ronan and his group were not only powerful and wealthy, but also that in this day and age, it was impossible for anyone but a ruthless person to dare to wander around with a bunch of women. So he started to complain, saying that he didn't want to swindle money, but he had no choice. Everyone was doing it, and not doing it would be considered a lack of unity. He just treated it as beating up beggars.

"This tea is quite good," Ronan commented after taking a sip.

"Not so good." Ambrina didn't think much of it, because the tea wasn't sweet enough.

“Agreed,” Isabelle agreed.

The best sugar in the world comes from Seris, made through more than twenty processes, and is incredibly sweet. Next is the sugar produced in New Sea City of the Kingdom of Phos, spearheaded by Ronan. New Sea City doesn't produce sugarcane, but it does from Egypt in the southern Mediterranean. This is also one of the most important industries in the Kingdom of Phos, and is a state-owned enterprise.

The sugar from Bangladesh is only third-rate.

Ronan and his group arrived early, and then more people came in one after another.

Not just Seres, but also locals and Westerners like Ronan and his group; there were no Arabs, because it's not halal here.

Both the locals and Westerners wore Hanfu, and not just casually; they wore elaborate headdresses, jade belts, and shoes. In contrast, the Seres people appeared much more casual; their clothes weren't exactly unrefined, but rather haphazardly altered, lacking any discernible style.

It was hard for Ronan and his group not to attract attention with their clothing. Those who were also foreigners were better off. Westerners and Seres had a history of conflict in Southeast Asia, so according to Western values, Seres were civilized people, and naturally, many of them liked Seres culture.

The locals, however, were quite different; they clearly showed disdain, as if they felt Ronan and his group were disrespecting the place.

However, they didn't say anything. After all, if you had to say who the Westerners were here, they would be considered the third-class citizens, while the locals would only be fourth-class citizens.

Ronan and his group pretended not to see it.

Soon, the dishes began to be served. The first to be served were fruit wine and cold dishes, cold braised beef, cold broad bean salad, and raw marinated shrimp. The cold braised beef was authentic Seresian style. In Seres, you have to be discreet about eating beef, but here, you can eat as much as you want. Broad beans originated in India, but they are plentiful here. However, they are seasoned with soy sauce, vinegar, ginger, and garlic, which is also Seresian. Everyone thought both of these dishes were quite good. Some people couldn't get used to the raw marinated shrimp. It wasn't Ronan and his group of foreigners who couldn't get used to it, but Zhao Yingqi, a Seresian, who couldn't get used to it.

Before long, the main dishes began to be served one after another, followed by the staple food: crab fried rice. Ronan would call it the best dish of the meal. He hadn't eaten such fragrant fried rice in over thirty years, and he was so moved that he almost cried.

"It's utterly self-degrading."

"He can't even use chopsticks properly, he's eating with a spoon."

"Who knows, she might be a slut who sold herself to foreign devils when she was young."

"Keep your voice down, others might understand."

"Tch, obviously new here. Can you even understand?"

"But you know what, these women, their figures are really..."

"Shall we get a few tonight?"

"I'm not going. Foreign women are too much."

Ronan and the others didn't take it seriously. Zhao Yingqi was very angry, but he didn't lash out. Astrid stood up abruptly and walked over. "Speaking ill of others behind their backs, or making baseless speculations, is this what the Seres people are like?"

A group of young Serbian men looked at Astrid with a slight sense of unease, not because they felt there was anything wrong with what they said, but because Astrid was a tall woman, 1.8 meters, with an extraordinary aura that was quite intimidating.

But a man, of course, can't show weakness. "This isn't a place for you to run wild."

"We can't be bothered to argue with a woman like you."

Do you know who our buddy is?

Astrid laughed. Back in the capital of Phos, she was used to being arrogant. She was either fighting or on her way to a fight. She had been to the police station several times. Of course, usually, as soon as she was taken in, the chief would personally send her back.

They hadn't encountered anyone who provoked them along the way, but unexpectedly, they did today, and the person who spoke to them was extremely rude.

Astrid's eyes widened. "Even if your buddy is the Emperor of Seris, I'll still beat him up." With that, she picked up a man and punched him in the face, sending him flying from the second floor to the street below. Before anyone else could react, she followed with punches, sending them flying one after another.

Seeing that she was about to jump down and continue fighting, Ronan quickly stopped her, "Lily, these people are only at the level of novice mages. If you hit them any more, they'll die right before your eyes."

"I'm so angry!" Astrid stomped her foot in anger, giving the onlookers a fierce glare. "What are you looking at? If you keep looking, I'll hit you too."

As soon as she said that, Ronan tightened his grip on her wrist and pulled her back to her seat.

"Excuse me, everyone, this meal is on me today," Ronan apologized to the other guests.

After saying that, he continued eating. He had already paid for the meal, so it would be a waste not to eat.

Before they had even finished their meal, the officials arrived.

Ronan and his group didn't intend to resist and followed them directly back to the government office. The officials were very polite, after all, they couldn't handle Astrid's fighting power alone, not to mention that the relations between Seris and the Western countries were quite tense at the moment, and if something really happened, they, as insignificant people, simply couldn't afford to take the consequences.

Chapter 737 Just kidding, are you going to eat it or not? You're not handsome to begin with.

In a large courtyard with five courtyards, which also incorporates some garden-style features.

"Why don't you take us to jail? I've never been to jail before," Ambrina said with a hint of regret.

What was originally just a minor fight turned into a situation where Ronan and his group were all placed under house arrest.

The house arrest was just a formality; the other side only symbolically arranged a few guards and a dozen servants to stand guard and be ready to give orders at any time.

Of course, even if you deployed a whole regular army, it wouldn't make a difference.

"Can't you be a little more serious?" Isabel said helplessly.

What sins did the Freigo family commit to produce something like Ambrina?

“I was just joking, Isa, why are you taking it so seriously?” Ambrina replied. “It’s just that they think we should be some kind of high-status foreigners, and the pro-war faction here wants to cause some trouble, but the pro-peace faction opposes it. It’s nothing to worry about. I was thinking of ordering some late-night snacks later. I haven’t eaten enough. How about shrimp wontons? Do you want a bowl?”

“I ate two bowls of rice, but I only ate two bites.” After replying, Isabel became serious again. “What if they really set a charge against me and put us in jail?”

“Falek, you tell her.” Ambrina gestured to Falek.

“Our identification documents state that we are citizens of the Malay Sultanate, which means we are nominally subjects of the Seres vassal state, not foreigners,” Falek said. “So, you can’t use us for diplomatic purposes in name only.”

Isabel felt a little relieved. "Anyway, I sent Ashley and Lily to investigate. We should have news soon."

Ashley's magic can move across any surface, ignoring terrain, and is undetectable by normal means of perception. She brought Astrid along because Astrid's Seres language was good enough and her strength was sufficient to protect her even in case of an accident.

"Where's Ronan?" Ambrina suddenly realized that Ronan was gone.

“I’m comforting a child,” Isabel responded.

The "little friend" naturally refers to Zhao Yingqi, who is 23 years old.