After the special training, the last two or three days left before the imperial capital was enthroned.

In the past few days, Zhao Feng studied the most about the magic of traveling like Fengxiang Technique. However, what Capra said at the beginning was quite magical, but it was not very convenient to use it in fact.

The airflow in the sky is very fast and very cold. Flying in the air is equivalent to being frozen in the air. This taste is very uncomfortable.

Generally speaking, few people use Fengxiang Technique to rush on the road.

However, Zhao Feng was in a hurry and had no choice but to use this magic to rush on the road. Although it was wrapped like a rice dumpling, he still felt a biting cold in the air.

"Practicing this kind of magic is equivalent to suffering!" At this time, Zhao Feng missed the plane he had taken before. That kind of taste was much more pleasant than now.

Even in economy class, eating snacks, listening to music, and looking at the beautiful flight attendant is a very enjoyable thing.

Now, he was wrapped in his coat and trembling in the air as a plane, with a thin layer of ice slag condensed on his body and beard.

If he hadn't been healthy, he would have caught a cold this time.

In desperation, he could only close his eyes and endure it hard. After all, if he couldn't accept it, he could only endure it with his eyes closed and treat this as a pleasure.

Fortunately, there are sufficient elements of wind magic in the sky, which is suitable for cultivation. Under such circumstances, he has improved a little more in wind magic.

At this time, he was somewhat suspicious that the old man Capra specially asked him to taste the pain to hone his will and improve his level of wind spells.

"I didn't expect that I would even calculate my way, but I respect you so much!" At this time, Zhao Feng felt very sorry for Capra who was staying in the mage tower.

Under such a torture, Zhao Feng flew thousands of kilometers, crossed quite a few obstacles, and finally arrived at the imperial capital of the Mondra Empire.

"Wow, I finally saw it!"

When he saw the familiar city walls and the scenery from his memory, Zhao Feng finally smiled happily and landed on an open space.

It was already winter at this time, and the temperature was very low, so it was not very abrupt when he walked on the road in this bear fur coat.

"Go home from the North Gate!" After thinking for a while, Zhao Feng chose the nearest road and planned to return to the Marshal's Mansion from here.

However, at the city gate, he encountered another obstacle.

"Who are you? Tell me your name and address!" At this time, the city gate official stopped Zhao Feng aside again and questioned his situation.

Zhao Feng was a little dissatisfied with this situation: "Why do you just ask me and not others?"

He didn't know if it was easy to bully or what was going on, and why every time he was at the city gate, it always caused some twists and turns and difficulties.

"Look at your outfit, you are a Caro people!" The city gate official looked at Zhao Feng and said, "You Caro people, you have to check when you enter the imperial capital. Don't you know?"

Zhao Feng looked at his outfit and found that all his outfits were dressed as Carlo, no wonder the city gate officials stopped him.

"I'm not a Caro, I'm a native of Mondra!" Zhao Feng replied with a smile.

In his mind, the memory of the Mondra imperial capital was very beautiful. After all, the count Dark Evans lived in this place since he was a child.

Although this place brought him a lot of ridicule and shame, he still cared about this place very much. After all, this is his hometown.

"Oh, I probably can't go back to my hometown!" At this time, Zhao Feng sighed with emotion, showing a hint of melancholy expression, extremely depressed.

"Okay, tell me your name, hometown, and who are around you!"

Hearing the city gate official's words, Zhao Feng decided to answer honestly: "I am Dark Evans, I was originally from the imperial capital. This time I came to the imperial capital to accept the canonization!"

"Are you Mr. Dark Evans?" Hearing Zhao Feng's words, the city gate official's eyes widened and showed an expression of extreme doubt.

Zhao Feng took off the fur hat he was wearing on his head and showed his real face.

His face with elf blood is very easy to identify. There are really few men who can be more handsome than him on the mainland.

"Wow, really!"

Seeing this scene, the young city gate official in front of him cheered and said, "Idol, I finally met the idol in my mind!"

In front of him, he was like an ordinary star-chasing clan in later generations, very crazy.

"Mr. Dark Evans, I am the official of the North Gate of the Imperial Capital. My name is Zach. My wish is to be the same person as you in the future!"

At this time, the city gate official named Zach bowed to Zhao Feng and said.

"What's going on?" Zhao Feng was a little confused by the performance of the man in front of him. He didn't know what happened in the days when he left Mondra.

"Mr. Dark Evans? Where is he? Where is he?" At this time, the city gate official's words attracted a group of people who were about to pass by the city gate.

When he saw Zhao Feng, Hulala knelt down in front of him, and they all respectfully said to him: "Sir, we finally see you!"

Zhao Feng saw that among these people, some of them were old and young, from the white-haired old men to the ages of children, they were shouting the name of Dark Evans.

"Long live Lord Dark Evans, long live!"

Zhao Feng, who was a little at a loss by such a huge formation, said to the city gate official in front of him: "What's going on, Zach?"

"What you did in Carlo has spread throughout the Chaos Continent!" The city gate official named Zach said: "Your reputation is already well-known in China!"

"I'm stuck in the ** matter?" Zhao Feng thought for a while. There was nothing worth boasting about in the ** matters he was stuck in the ** matters! For example, capturing the port, it was a forced one.

After that, he fought against the god of war Canisales and did not win any advantage. The only thing worth remembering is that he helped Cather launch a coup.

Why did everyone know after they came back?

Zhao Feng was very low-key about the coup. He didn't want to get involved with Catherine too much, so as not to explain anything in the future.

The Zach said excitedly: "You use your troops as a god, you are invincible. You defeated Carlo's navy and captured Carlo's warship. Is this true?"

"This is something!"

"Then is it true that you defeated Carlo's three sword saints?"

Zhao Feng nodded and said, "It's true." Calculate it, although the three sword saints all died under Bernice's men, they were all defeated by his men.

"You have fought with Carlo's god of war Canisales for a few days. He ran away with serious injury, right?"

Zhao Feng thought about it and he had been fighting fiercely for a long time. In the end, Bernese injured Canisales with the teeth of the God of the Underworld, causing him to escape in panic.

This is true, but there are quite a lot of twists and turns in the middle.

Zhao Feng naturally could not tell these inside stories to the city gate official in front of him. After all, this was related to Bernice's safety. The news that she was the dead, the fewer people knew about it, the safer she was.

Hearing this, he nodded silently and said.

"You went to Carlo's Kingdom to speak righteously and help our country ask for their post-war compensation. It should be true! I heard that for this, you killed a lot of Carlo's nobles and took in a few disciples of Sword Saints. It's so amazing!"

"Is this incident actually rumored to be like this?" Zhao Feng thought for a while, shook his head helplessly, and did not make any excuses. This kind of spread of rumors can cover up his incident in Carlo's helping Catherine launch a coup.

Therefore, he could only admit it, not deny it, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble and speculation.

"I heard that your magical talent is unparalleled. The three gods on the continent are unanimously optimistic that you will become the next magic god." Zach said respectfully: "I heard from the god Carlo, you are the most talented and excellent magician in the world!"

"How could it be so exaggerated?" Zhao Feng shook his head. It was hard for him to believe that this sentence came from the mouth of Capra's stereotyped old man who likes to make things difficult for others.

"You have made such a great achievement at a young age, which is unprecedented!" At this time, Zach said: "If you don't admire you, who else can you worship!"

"Yes, idol!" Some civilians kneeling on the ground shouted loudly, stood up again, looking at him with a passionate look on their faces.

The difference between the common people in Mondra and the nobles is not particularly large, and the class distance is not so tight. Therefore, they usually do not need to kneel down when they see nobles.

However, when they saw Zhao Feng today, they all knelt down. This is enough to show Zhao Feng's position in the minds of these ordinary people of Mondra.

"I didn't expect that I had become famous like this?" Zhao Feng showed a laughing and crying expression in response to this situation. He did not expect that some rumors and some things he had done actually directly portrayed him into a hero of Mondra.

"Idol, sign me an autograph!" said a young man.

"Please give my child a name!" said a young woman holding the child.

"Handsome guy, are you missing a bed warmer? I can sign up." A girl who looks cool and looks like a flower said to him.

The enthusiastic scene in front of him made Zhao Feng feel a little overwhelmed. This was the first time he enjoyed such a star treatment. He couldn't help but feel a little busy and panicked.

In his previous life, he envied the treatment of those idol stars very much, and felt that they were so happy that people would cheer and cheer everywhere. However, now he knows such a hardship.

At this time, he was already troublesome to stay in the abortion and deal with such a fanatical fan.
Chapter completed!