My name is Norman, and I'm a transmigrator.
I transmigrated to a world of swords and magic and became the husband of a beautiful saintess.
I planned to take my saintess wife back to her fief and live happily ever after, but who could have guessed her fief would be such a poor, remote backwater?
Still, it doesn't matter, because I have a System. As long as I earn enough reputation points, I can buy all kinds of things.
Merchant: "There's a city in the north known as the City of Everything. They sell things there that I couldn't even dream up, and there's nothing they can't provide."
Bard: "There's a city in the north known as the City That Never Sleeps. Its streets stay brightly lit at night, and people can wander around whenever they like."
Princess: "There's a city in the north known as the City of Comfort. It has the most comfortable homes and the most comprehensive beauty treatments."
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Every time I see a princess or a saint, I think of tentacles, demon kings, goblins, pig-headed men and minotaurs, etc. Am I hopeless?
Is anyone watching? If possible, could you please give me some flowers and evaluation votes?
System slaves and tool people do not exist, please look carefully. The system is the system, and the system customers are the system customers. There is no influence between the two. The system can be as it should be, and there is no need to blame others. The reason why the system guest is arranged is actually a foreshadowing, which will be explained later in the book, and is also the key to promoting the later plot. Please read without prejudice, thank you!
The author will update soon. I will send you 10 evaluation votes and flowers.
System, please turn it into a tool man. Any system that can defeat the protagonist is poisonous, so the tool man system is the one.
The writing is good, but there are too few good Western fantasy novels recently.