3. To Ban Glean

With the sunrise in the summer of 1186, a young man with copper hair and sapphire blue eyes was waiting at the entrance of the huge castle in front of him with a simple bag in his hand.

In the meantime, he did what he should do in the places where every sorcerer passed, placing the portal position here like the ones before him, and hoped that he would come quickly when he had to come here in the future.

Each sorcerer was expected to master this simple yet extremely useful portal spell. The main thing was to create a seal of your own and then calculate the position of the seal in space-time from the area you are in and create a door by bending the space accordingly. The seal he made was neither too flashy nor too special. Only the abbreviations for the first and last name are "R.A." to engrave their names. In doing so, it was necessary to use the energy of chaos, otherwise it would be nothing more than those simple names written by lovers.

The morning sun was well established when Ron finished his scraping. He felt that the carriage that was supposed to take him must come at any moment. After waiting for five minutes, it was as he thought and the carriage came.

"Master sorcerer, where would you like to go?"

The car was coming from Ban Glean city, which is the closest city to Ban Ard Sorcerer school. The city had a bit of popularity because it was the closest city for the young sorcerers. It was one of the most worth-seeing cities for young apprentices. In his six years of training, filled with pain and suffering, Ron had never once visited the city. He would try to console his curiosity now.

"To Ban Glean"

His voice was heavy and devoid of emotion. The coachman just shook his head, and a drop of sweat fell from his sweat-stained hat, where he hid his bald head. He immediately tried to open the car door. Without a word, Ron got into the car and settled himself in the stone car seat.

He opened the thin window at the front of the wagon. "Don't forget to let me know when we arrive by knocking on the door. Never shout or open the door, otherwise I am not responsible for what happens."

The coachman, who is afraid of sorcerers, shook his head quickly, though Ron couldn't see it. "You have orders," he replied in a timid voice. No one knew what a sorcerer would do to you when angry, the next moment you could find yourself on a cliff or see yourself burnt to death. It should be said that some sorcerer also like human flesh. The coachman quickly realized that it was best not to anger this handsome young man.

With that speech, Ron closed the car window slit and immersed himself in meditation. He allowed the elemental fairies around him to dance around him. As the elements were drawn to him, the temperature inside the car began to rise rapidly.

The coachman outside thought for a moment that it was noon when he felt the heat. The sun had just risen, but it had already reached this temperature. Then, realizing that the heat was coming from the car, he lowered his head in fear and began to pray to the god that the young sorcerer would not burn his car.

Time flew by quickly. The journey, which started in the morning, began to wait for a while under a rest break with the sunrise. He withdrew into a shaded area so that the horses would not be harmed.

The coachman took a Keadwen beer from the trunk under the seat and began to drink it slowly, and was startled when the car door suddenly opened. When he realized that the young sorcerer had come out, he stood up in fear and waited.

"Are we taking a break?" It was a simple question, but the old coachman wanted to deny it for a moment. Then he could only shake his head as the young sorcerer began to approach him.

"It is the right choice, it is not appropriate for the horses to pull the cart at this hot time."

Ron took a seat next to the coachman. "What are you drinking?" said Ron, looking at the flask in the coachman's hand.

"K-Keadwen beer master sorcerer."

Ron shook his head, "Kaedwen beer should basically be drunk cold, right? It's better than piss now" he said, waving his hand and saying a sentence in simple ancient language.

The coachman was frightened and froze in place. He looked at the canteen in amazement when he realized later that the sorcerer had cast a spell not on him, but on the flask in his hand, and that the beer was now cold as ice.

"Well, now that it's freezing cold, can you offer this young man a quick treat, old man?"

"Of course, of course you are," he awkwardly handed the young sorcerer in front of him her beer. Ron picked up the flask and uttered another spell, turning the earth into a glass with a flick of his hand. He then poured the black beer into the glass and returned the flask to the coachman.

The coachman stared in shock at the glass cup that had sprung out of the clod of earth. He learned and saw firsthand how mysterious magic is. This allowed him to further consolidate his respect and fear of the sorcerer.

Ron looked towards the old man as he sipped his beer. "What is your name?" asked.

The coachman took off his hat and wiped his sweat, "My name is Gerlat master sorcerer." Ron shook his head, "How old are you?" He took a large swig of his beer. "I will have passed Forty winters this year," Gerlat hesitantly took a sip of his beer. With the cold beer cooling his throat, he managed to calm himself for a bit.

"You were earning 30 crowns from Ban Ard to Ban Glean, right?"

Ron did the math in his head, calculating the driver's earnings per kilometer. He then calculated the distance between Ban Glean and Novigrad as an approximate. Meanwhile, Gerlat nodded his head to indicate that he understood when Gerlat replied, "Yes, I am earning 30 Crons master sorcerer."

"I have a proposition for you, Gerlat, how about you take me to Novigrad if we calculate the round trip by car? You can be sure that I will be generous to you"

Hearing the word Novigrad, Gerlat froze for a while. He thought for a while about the way to get there. However, with his limited knowledge, he realized that he wasn't even sure where he was, let alone the road, he had never been before and had only heard the name of the city from small talk. "I would love a master sorcerer, but I don't even know where he is, let alone his way. Besides, the road will definitely be long, I certainly can't ignore my wife at home waiting for me this long. Sorry, I can't take you there."

Not responding to Gerlat's refusal, Ron rubbed the thin beard on his chin. After a while, he nodded and continued to drink the beer. Keadwen felt the bitter taste of his beer in his throat. "Oh already the sun seems to have lost its hottest moment. How about we hit the road, Gerlat?"

Not understanding the passage of time with panic, Gerlat shook his head. "Certainly, sir, although this road is relatively safe, we'd better set off at once, as the city gates will close at dusk."

So the two people got back in the car, continuing their journey with the road to the city of Ban Glean ahead of them and the sun behind them.