Chapter 3: Going Out

Morin smiled as he repeated what Meilan Sha had just said, which similarly drew Foucault's admiration

Morin and the other two looked at Foucault in shock, not expecting a Sword God to appear right before them, and they had even witnessed his birth with their own eyes. For the people of the Western Continent, there is an inherent reverence for the strong, so a god-level master is regarded as a truly divine being. Although Foucault now appeared the same as before, Morin and the others could not help but feel a sense of unease, after all, he was the legendary 'God.' The atmosphere became momentarily silent. Although Foucault now appeared the same as before, Morin and the others could not help but feel a sense of unease, after all, he was the legendary 'God.' The atmosphere became momentarily silent.

Looking at the red chili peppers, a certain woman felt very happy, as she could finally take all of these away. However, what is that thing growing next to the chili? It is similar in shape to the chili, but its color is brown. She carefully picked a small piece and tasted it, and her eyes brightened instantly. Although they looked completely different, the taste was absolutely the same: the number one seasoning in the world, cumin (my favorite). This forest is definitely a treasure trove; just in the edge area, so many discoveries can be made. Who knows what else can be found in the entire bewildering forest? She absolutely must go and take a look.

Little Meilan, this thing is very spicy; even I, the Sword God, dare not eat it. How can you, with your small throat and mouth, manage to eat it? Let's change to something else

Others may not understand the meaning behind his words, but the four people present all understood

Meilansha did not respond, continuing to look at Foucault with her big, watery eyes, "Grandpa Foucault, is it not possible? Meilansha is a good child and will not cause you any trouble."

"Hehe, it's boring. We will soon arrive at Leisa's Dis City. Let's go down and take a break, and then walk to Dis. What do you think?" Sitting on Xiao Fei for a long time, no matter how comfortable its back is, it still becomes tiresome.

Barbecue? It seems quite nice, Meilansha nodded with a smile, following Foucault as they walked with a skip.

Foucault nodded helplessly, realizing that it could only be this way. He turned around to start a fire.

Hehehe, of course, reaching the divine level relies not only on the accumulation of energy but also on opportunities. I never expected to attain the divine level in my lifetime; I still feel a sense of unreality about it. I can only imagine the expression on his face when he learns that I have reached the divine level; it will surely be remarkable. Foucault's current expression appears somewhat distorted

"Mom, please don't be like this. Once the baby and I learn, I will embroider a better one for you," Dana said with a smile, holding Della's arm.

Foucault held Melantha's small hand and walked slowly through the forest. "Grandpa Foucault, it's already dark. Besides encountering two merchant caravans, a mercenary group, and a few adventurers, there’s nothing else. Where are the magical beasts? Where are the bandits? Where is the robbery?" Melantha looked at Foucault with a sense of grievance. The latter smiled awkwardly, unsure of what to say, and could only lament that those merchant caravans were very fortunate while their luck was truly poor.

Foucault, he has no ring on his hand, nor any necklace around his neck, only a sword in his hand. However, this is a weapon; he would be reluctant to use it as a storage tool. What should be done about this

"Xiao Meilan, why do you want to go? It's not fun at all," Foucault asked in confusion.

Isn't it magnificent? My companions and I have just seen it, and it took the little Meilan Sha a whole day and night. When I first laid eyes on it, I was so shocked that I couldn't find the words to express my feelings about it said Morin, stroking his beard

Sakya is situated between Reza and Victor, dependent on Reza. It can be said to be both the safest and the most dangerous. In terms of safety, no one dares to act against it casually; in terms of danger, if Reza and Victor were to engage in conflict, it would be the first to suffer.

Meilan Sha nodded in agreement

Meilan Sha nodded with a smile

Meilan turned to look at him and said naturally: "No, although this is spicy, it still tastes good as a seasoning."

"Xiao Meilan, are you hungry? Grandpa went to hunt monsters to roast for you, how about that?" Foucault asked in a flattering manner

Soon, a special space ring exclusively for Meilan Sha was completed. It is said that she expended quite a bit of energy for this item. The entire ring is adorned with strange patterns, beautiful and mysterious; upon closer inspection, one can tell it is not an ordinary object. However, if one does not look closely, it would merely be perceived as an utterly ordinary ring. The interior of the ring is divided into two distinct areas. One side is time-locked, capable of storing any inanimate objects and fresh items without the worry of odor. The other side is infused with a touch of life force, basking in ample sunlight and fresh air, rich in spiritual energy, allowing living things to be placed inside. She has already devised a plan; items like chili peppers will eventually run out, so she intends to adhere to a sustainable development strategy by planting everything inside, ensuring that she will not run out of supplies.

Not only is it indescribable, but my mind is completely blank; our little Meilan Sha is truly magnificent. Della has praised her granddaughter from head to toe.

The crowd looked around for a while before leaving the room, mainly out of fear that if they stayed any longer, they would be unable to resist hiding some of the items.

Foucault looked perplexedly at someone running towards the poisonous fireweed and asked, "Why pick those poisonous fireweeds?"

Foucault sensed a sudden surge of energy, looked up in surprise, and upon discovering it was the work of Meilan Sha, he paid it no further mind. He merely kept a vigilant watch over his surroundings, wary of any reckless individual who might emerge to disturb her. A magician cannot be interrupted while casting a spell; otherwise, a moment's distraction could lead to a backlash of magical elements.

"Foucault, just take Meilan Sha with you." Grandma Della spoke up

Sure, but does Grandpa Fu have anything that can be used as a storage tool

Meilan Sha showed Foucault her little finger and smiled, saying: "Spatial ring, I was just making a spatial ring."

Foucault looked at her with a hint of skepticism, nodded, and went to start a fire. Meilan Sha was happily picking peppers, but there were so many peppers and nowhere to put them. Looking at the vast expanse of red peppers, she had no choice but to stop reluctantly. It was quite distressing; the feeling of having good things but not being able to put them all in her pocket was truly unpleasant. No, she had to think of a way. It seemed that this world had something like spatial rings, which could store many items, similar to the effect of a cultivator's Qiankun bag. It was quite distressing; the feeling of having good things but not being able to put them all in her pocket was truly unpleasant. No, she had to think of a way. It seemed that this world had something like spatial rings, which could store many items, similar to the effect of a cultivator's Qiankun bag. Unfortunately, she did not know the method to create spatial rings in this world, and she lacked the materials needed to refine a Qiankun bag, so she had to find a solution. Could she use her own energy to create an independent space? Not bad, that was a good idea. Looking at the ring on her little finger, her mind was filled with thoughts of space, and her hands began to move unconsciously. One by one, magical characters flew from her hands towards the ring.

The name Meilan Sha immediately piqued her interest. She knew of Moro, a space mage and a recluse with a rather peculiar temperament. He was friends with Foucault, but they did not interact much, primarily because they both preferred to remain inactive, belonging to the lazy faction. Therefore, they usually communicated through Moro's message stone. Why did she know about this person? Because Foucault and Morin often mentioned him, and most of the content revolved around Moro blowing something up again or his little fire dragon pet running away from home, and so on. She had long yearned for this legendary figure.

The four adults on the field suddenly trembled, and in unison, they looked at her, exchanged glances, and simultaneously burst into laughter, breaking the silence that had enveloped them. For them, Foucault was still Foucault, whether he had become a Sword God or a Monster, he remained Foucault, and that was all that mattered.

Moreover, the most important reason is that I have never stepped outside this door and wish to see the world beyond. This reason from Meilansha left everyone momentarily stunned. Morindela and Daina then recalled that the child from her family indeed seemed to have never left the house, except for the time shortly after birth when she returned here with her mother.

"Grandpa Fu, Meilan Sha wants to go too," a certain woman's words immediately captured everyone's attention

Foucault murmured that the method for creating spatial objects had been lost for hundreds of years. He had only seen two: one was in the hands of the Emperor of Reza, and the other was on the middle finger of his old friend Moro. He never expected that this little brat could casually create one. Alas, if this news were to reach those who specialize in spatial magic outside, it would be surprising if they didn't commit suicide. He could already imagine his old friend treating Meilan Sha like a treasure, holding on to it tightly.

Foucault turned to Morin and said, "I don't know how long I've been in the house. I remember the lord's birthday is approaching. Has it passed?"

Condiments

HOHO, look at what she has seen, such good things

Her words elicited a burst of laughter, and Foucault awkwardly smiled, pointing at Meilansha and saying, "You little rascal."

Yes, later when we eat barbecue, we can grind it into powder and sprinkle it on top. Grandpa will understand after trying it. Grandpa Fu, let's start a fire here; you go hunt the monsters, and I will take another look.

Meilan's small head moved up and down rapidly

Foucault looked at Dana with a hint of confusion, to which the latter explained: "Yes, if the baby says they want to learn this skill, then I can teach it, right, baby"

Grandpa Fu, I will wait for you here; please hurry up

Hehe, Xiao Fei's speed is very fast. In another 10 days, we will arrive. What's wrong, are you annoyed?

Well, hehe, I know you have a fondness for certain peculiar things. Here, there are plenty of mercenaries, bandits, and monsters, ready to satisfy your curiosity at any moment. Of course, if nothing happens, it can only mean that we are having very bad luck. Hehe, I knew she would like these; the way her eyes sparkle is truly amusing.

Meilansha shook her head and nodded, "It's not that I'm annoyed, just feeling a bit bored." She had originally hoped for something special to happen, like a robbery, but as soon as she stepped out, she was carried onto Xiao Fei's back, and all her imaginings were ruthlessly shattered.

Meilan's eyes lit up, and her little head kept nodding.

"Have you never seen the outside world? Then how did you embroider your unicorn?" Foucault asked in surprise. With his current cultivation, he could not discern the depth of Meilan Sha's abilities, which indicated that her cultivation surpassed his. Thus, he assumed that the unicorn, embroidered so vividly, must have been something she had seen with her own eyes.

Foucault sighed again, realizing that time was indeed running out. If he had come out a day earlier, he could have hunted a magical beast and obtained a magic core. But now, even the nearest location where magical beasts appeared would take some time to reach. "Alas, what a wonderful painting, and now it's gone. It truly pains me."

Meilan Sha tilted her head and thought for a moment, then replied: "No, although he is very handsome, every time I see him, I can't help but think of some of your past embarrassing moments, so it's impossible for me to be infatuated with him."

Foucault suddenly sighed and exclaimed, "Such a waste."

Meilan Sha looked at his frowning expression and immediately understood what was going on. She smiled and said, "Grandpa Fu, how about we buy a prop after we enter the city?" Let's buy a few more, one for Mom, Grandma, and Grandpa.

Turning her head to look at the chili and cumin, she said with a smile, "You two should obediently enter my ring as well."

Oh yes! A certain girl exclaimed excitedly in her mother's embrace

A figure suddenly soared into the sky, surrounded by a blue radiance, unmistakably Foucault. He wielded a sword in his hand, swiftly swinging it towards the heavens, unleashing waves of blue sword energy that surged outward, as if the very air were about to be torn apart. After a while, he finally came to a halt; the blue glow gradually faded until it vanished, yet his imposing aura remained unchanged. Even more astonishingly, he was able to remain suspended in the air without using any fighting energy, showing no signs of descending. It is known that there are three types of individuals who can hover in the air: first, mages who have learned the art of flight; second, masters of the holy level; and third, spatial mages, who can only remain suspended for a few seconds at most. Once the magical energy or fighting energy of any of these three types is exhausted, they must obediently descend to the ground. Foucault exhibited no fluctuations of magical elements or fighting energy, yet he could still remain aloft, which only indicates one thing: he has become a top-tier powerhouse, a divine being, as described in human legends. Upon reaching such a level of mastery, the fighting energy or elements within them automatically transform into a state of nothingness, which is imperceptible and intangible, akin to air; this represents a qualitative transformation.

Meilan looked around and asked with a smile, "Grandpa, do we need to pass through here?"

Foucault thought to himself: In the face of true divine skills, what I have learned is indeed too superficial. I must have more discussions with the little Meilan Sha to further enhance my own cultivation. He wants to see to what extent a human like him can cultivate.

Foucault said to Meilan Sha with a wink: "Since Grandpa Fu is so handsome, has our little darling fallen for him?"

Moro?" Morin glanced at Foucault and then nodded, saying: "Indeed, you have already broken through, it is time to have a chat with him. He shouldn't be able to reach the divine level so quickly.

"Ah, Grandpa Fu looks so handsome now; he will surely captivate a whole crowd of ladies when he goes out," Meilansha's soft voice suddenly echoed.

Foucault was unable to describe his feelings upon witnessing that event, which could be deemed miraculous, as all language seemed pale and powerless in its presence; only heartfelt appreciation could serve as the greatest respect for it

"Little Meilan, I am going to catch a monster. Will you stay here obediently or come with me?" Foucault's voice sounded from behind.

Foucault crouched down in front of Meilan Sha and said kindly: "Little Meilan Sha, Grandpa Foucault wants to thank you. Your words have helped Grandpa fulfill a long-held wish, truly thank you very much"

The name of the flying magic wolf is Xiao Fei, and it is Foucault's battle pet. Originally, it had a very cool name, but ever since Meilan Sha called it Xiao Fei, that name has been forgotten by everyone in some unknown corner. To quote Meilan Sha, the name Xiao Fei is easy to remember, easy to call, and very vivid, how wonderful it is

Oh, then be careful yourself. Remember, absolutely do not run around recklessly, do you understand

Foucault looked at her in astonishment, then turned to look at Morin

Mo, Foucault gently patted Meilansha's head and said: "Yes, we are all family, and indeed we should not speak of such things. But little Meilansha, remember, if anyone dares to bully you, just tell Grandpa Foucault, and I will definitely send him flying."

I also said that giving this to that person is a waste, but there is no other choice; tomorrow is the deadline, and we have nothing else to substitute, so we have no option but to send it. Della sighed; she was the most reluctant, as women often have an inexplicable attachment to the things they cherish.

Foucault slowly descended from the sky, smiling at Meilan Sha and the others. He now appeared to be a truly ordinary middle-aged man, an exceptionally commonplace individual, as if everything that had just transpired was merely an illusion, and no trace of any imposing presence could be found in him.

Foucault gently touched Meilan's head, smiled, and nodded, saying: "Alright, then our little Meilan will go with me."

Meilan Sha stuck out her tongue at him rudely, and Foucault felt quite helpless

I want to see the little fire dragon, and I want to find out what kind of person can actually set themselves on fire. The first part of this reason is acceptable, but the latter part is quite amusing; didn't you see Dana and the others couldn't help but laugh

Before Morin could respond, Della excitedly began to explain. "Haha, not yet! As for the gift, our little Meilan Sha has already prepared it. It's something quite magical, called embroidery. Hehe, you probably don't know, but it's an art that has been passed down for thousands of years by the people of that deity. I can't describe it; just go see it for yourself inside." With that, she took the lead into the room they had just been in.

"Grandfather Fu, how many days until we reach the capital of Leisa?" Meilansha, held in Foucault's arms, was sitting on the back of the flying magic wolf, soaring through the sky

Poison fire grass? Isn't this chili pepper? Perhaps the name is different. "Eat it."

The books at home have described it, and I have learned a unique technique from the divine that allows me to use my spirit to see things instead of my eyes. The wider the range of my spiritual power, the farther I can see. However, no matter what it is, what you see with your own eyes is the truest. Therefore, Grandpa Fu, please take me there

"Cut it out, what other serious matters could he have? He must be going to show off. Baby, with Grandma and Mom not around, you need to take good care of yourself." Della bluntly exposed Foucault's purpose for this trip, causing him to stand aside with a flushed face, awkwardly laughing.

A loud roar suddenly echoed from the next room. Upon hearing it, everyone recognized it as Foucault's voice and quickly exited the room

Baby, Grandpa Fu has some matters to attend to, we must not disturb him. How about we wait for another day for Mommy to take you out to play, okay? Dana advised the child in her arms

On the way to Leisa, Meilansha gained a new understanding of the legendary figure Moro, stating that calling him lazy was merely flattering; he was on par with the Fat Beast. What is the Fat Beast? It is akin to a pig kept at home, quite similar in nature. Moro was once a court mage in Leisa, who secluded himself to better study spatial magic. Seclusion is a common practice, but for those with considerable abilities, the emperor would not easily grant permission. To achieve his goals, relocating is a crucial step, much like Foucault, who went into hiding at her grandfather's house. Moro did the same, if moving from the east side of the city to the west can be considered seclusion. One must admire the people of Leisa; they still could not find him. Is it true that the most dangerous place is the safest? Meilansha sighed again in her heart. One must admire the people of Leisa; they still could not find him. Is it true that the most dangerous place is the safest? Meilansha sighed again in her heart.

Foucault looked at Morin and said, "I want to see Moro"

"Grandpa Fu, are you really going to do it?" Sigh, it seems that this grandpa from her family has fallen into his own thoughts

Foucault's black line, eating poisonous fire grass. Am I mistaken? Although this thing is not toxic, it is extremely pungent. If one forces it down, blisters will form in the mouth. To this day, I still cannot endure its taste. Why does this child want to eat this?

Understood

"Grandfather Fu, your words are too modest, and Meilan Sha has hardly done anything; all the credit belongs to you."

"Little Meilan, could you make one for Grandpa Fu as well?" He had been envious of the one in Moro's hand for a long time, and now that he had the opportunity, he definitely wanted one too

Daina could only show a helpless expression upon seeing this, and she instructed, "However, you must not disturb Grandpa Fu while he is attending to important matters"

Foucault draped a cloak over Meilan Sha, signaling the Flying Wolf to stop in the forest. The Misty Forest covers a vast area, with its edge intersecting the only route between Leisa and Victor. To enter Leisa, one must pass through this area. Consequently, it is quite chaotic here, with numerous magical beasts and many bandits, but even more mercenaries, as caravans often hire a large number of them for safety. Adventurers also like to come here to see if there are any business opportunities. What kind of business? When the mercenaries have been nearly wiped out by the bandits, you can inquire with the caravans if they need assistance; as long as you can afford their price, they will join you to fight the bandits. Thus, it is a place of great disorder, filled with magical beasts and bandits, but even more mercenaries, as caravans hire many for safety, and adventurers come to explore potential business. What kind of business? When the mercenaries have been nearly wiped out by the bandits, you can ask the caravans if they need help; as long as you can afford their price, they will join you to fight the bandits. Therefore, this place has a special name: the Death Zone.

What just happened? Foucault had somehow already walked over to Meilansa's side.