V1.Chapter 29

The night passed quickly.

When Sauron woke up and was about to take Vivian to buy a mount, he immediately found that there were many more guards in Amber City than before, and even the Ninth Corps, which had been stationed near the Black Pig Forest, was also dispatched. This is the top corps of Amber City, with a total of 126 people, most of them are soldiers of the eighth professional level or above, and there are a small number of rangers, priests and barbarians. These are all mid-level professionals, and if you pull any one out, you can destroy a gang.

Among the standing troops of 1,200 people in Amber City, it is also one of the best elite troops!

"what happened?"

Sauron reached out and hugged Vivian, looked at the panicked crowd around him, frowned and said, "Did something happen again?"

at this time.

Suddenly, a dark boy in the distance waved and shouted.

"Hey!"

Immediately, he quickly pushed the crowd away and ran in front of Sauron, panting, "I finally found you."

"Fortunately, I heard from you yesterday that you want to buy a mount. I was guarding the Luomashi side early in the morning. Otherwise, you might have missed it today."

"Don't ask."

"Follow me, I'll tell you more about it on the way!"

The young Sauron in front of him was quite familiar. After a little thought, he remembered that he was one of the people he happened to meet in the caravan when he was looking for the caravan to White Horse City. He seemed to be the servant of the caravan master.

Why is he waiting for him here?

Don't you have to wait until tomorrow to leave? Did they change their minds?

"what happened?"

Sauron thought for a while and then asked, "Why are you waiting for us here?"

"Master is leaving."

The dark boy pushed the crowd away and said quickly, "The owner said early this morning that he would leave immediately, and the stewards have been sent to sell the goods."

"Because the master still remembers the promise to bring you along, so he sent me to find you early in the morning."

"Tell you that the caravan is leaving at noon today!"

"Walk."

"It's over there!"

The dark boy led Sauron around, and soon came to the place near the north gate of Amber City, where a lot of people had gathered, and dozens of carts were parked around. A team of heavily armed guards are scattered around, they have been traveling with the caravan for more than three months, and they are all from the hometown of the merchants. This is a standard northern caravan, but one thing that is special is that their leader is a woman, a woman from Tanara.

- "Descendants of witches!"

Sauron could hear the complaints of some merchants in the Northland, which roughly meant that by selling the goods in such a hurry, he didn't make any money that he should have made, and he might even lose a lot of money.

but.

Although these merchants said so, they still ordered the guys to carry the goods down.

The Witch of the North has a very high reputation!

In the eyes of the Northlanders, they are extremely noble, not only powerful and mysterious, but also possess the ability to predict the future!

"right here."

The dark boy stopped, took a breath and said, "The caravan will set off at noon today, I'll bring you over to identify the place first."

"There's still half a day before we leave."

"If you're going to be together, go get something ready now."

"If you're going to wait until tomorrow to go by yourself, then the master said you can go to Frederick's steward, and he'll refund you the advance deposit."

go now?

Hearing this, Sauron could not help frowning slightly, and said to himself: "Could it be that the witch also foresees that the skinning incident will be further escalated?"

"But why in such a hurry?"

"It's just one day! Is it possible that there will be any major changes in this day?"

"It doesn't matter that much."

"Always be careful, one day in advance, one day in advance."

Sauron nodded, stretched out his hand and lifted Vivian's petite body on his back, and said solemnly, "I'll go back now to get my things, and then I'll come to meet you at noon."

"it is good."

The dark-haired boy nodded and said seriously, "Then you'd better come over earlier."

"The master always speaks the truth!"

"If you are late, the caravan will never wait for you."

Sauron responded and walked towards the slum with Vivian on his back. It was still some time before noon, and it was still too late to go back and get things, but there was no time to choose a mount. Sauron could only raise the price to about twenty kindlers and buy a stronger traveling horse from other mule and horse traders.

the other side.

In a large carriage in the center of the caravan, a standard bearded merchant from the north walked in respectfully, knelt on the ground and said, "Master."

"The goods are all gone."

"But because the time is too tight, the profit we earn is less than 30% of the original."

"At the same time, because there is not enough time to acquire the goods, we will lose more revenue at the next stop."

"The merchants below are complaining a little."

A gauze curtain is arranged inside the carriage, which looks very empty, and a table can be placed.

There are exquisite blankets and fabrics on all sides, and there are strange patterns on the walls. The figure of a beautiful woman can vaguely be seen directly opposite. She is lying lazily on the couch, with a thin veil on her face, blue and blue. He stared at his eyes with lustrous eyes. It was a card pinched by his fingers, and a mysterious vortex-like magic pattern could be seen on the back.

"I smell death."

The mysterious woman threw away the card, picked up a deck of tarot cards and drew one, the card was a hideous skeleton knight, and said coldly: "If anyone wants to stay, they can leave the caravan on their own. ."

"otherwise."

"Just let them shut up for me!"

The bearded businessman nodded when he heard the words. He got up from the floor and said respectfully, "I will tell them your will."

A weary sigh.

The mysterious woman lay lazily on the long table, supported her head with one hand in contemplation, and waved casually, "Come on."

"Tell them not to stay."

"After setting off, go until the middle of the moon, and then find a place with water to camp."

There was a respectful response from the outside, and the bearded merchant passed the original words to the leader of the caravan guard, and then the other side nodded solemnly and began to order other guards to prepare things. If you don't stop on the road, then everyone must bring dry food, which is relatively rare, because most of the time the caravan takes a short walk and rests for a while.

If you keep walking, the bulls and horses pulling the cart can't stand it!

The next day, they will be exhausted, and even if they are too tired, they may die of exhaustion. Such orders will only be given to them in very special circumstances.

Going from noon to the middle of the moon, without stopping for twelve hours, this is not a simple matter.

………………

Sauron immediately returned to the slum.

After he packed up, he took Vivian to the mule and horse market, ready to buy a travel horse at a price that was 30% higher.

He originally planned to go to the Shrine of the Morning Sun to say goodbye to the priest girl this afternoon, but it happened so suddenly that there was no time to worry about it.

I just hope they will meet again in the future!

From tidying things up to buying travel horses, Sauron had a very tight schedule, so it could be said that he was just in time for the caravan to arrive at noon.

A bearded caravan steward explained a few words to him, and then ordered the others to set off.

What he explained is also very simple. The caravan will go all out today, and it will not stop until the middle of the month, so if they can't keep up, they will be arranged to find a big car to sit on. Cheap off the hook. Even when he was leaving, a merchant from the Northland complained that he had only received two-thirds of the payment for the goods he had sold at a reduced price.

Leaving in such a hurry, the next third will not be received!

No one paid any attention to him.

After the time was up, the entire caravan was operating rapidly, and the guys climbed into the cart and began to drive the cattle and horses forward.

The caravan escorts have already begun to explore the way.

Their job is not simply to follow the caravan. Only experienced people among the adventurers can be qualified as caravan escorts, because they act as scouts to some extent when traveling in the wild. Is there any monster activity nearby, will it be dangerous, whether it needs to be diverted, even if the road condition is good, can the cart pass in front of it? The pits are filled and so on.

These things all need caravan escorts to do!

Simply follow the caravan, and when the enemy is besieged, pull out the knife and cut people.

That is the bridge in the third-rate anecdote.

It is purely to set off the protagonists who want to show their talents, so the caravan guards are written so unbearably!

Walk in the dangerous wild all year round.

Even an idiot trains to be a good player as long as he survives!

The professional level of these caravan guards is not low.

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(PS: Tomorrow, we will compete for the first place in the classification and recommendation. Do you think it will be good?)