: Going on the road

The two-day rest ended soon. Many packed up their luggage with Noda and settled the room fee at the hotel front desk. The two rushed to the meeting place of the new mission with a heartache expression.

"Why don't they go and grab it? Guicheng is like this! Now I can't even afford to drink Paul's wine!" Noda was holding a straw pole in his mouth as he spoke, looking angry.

Many walked silently, letting Noda complain all the way, without saying anything.

There were people coming and going on the street, and flowers filled with fragrance bloomed beside the road. The elves were still doing their own things on the street, without feeling any crisis at all. Many people were thinking about the dangers and unknowns that might be encountered in the next task.

The two arrived at the south gate of Dashir's outer city. The tall city gate brought a lot of shock as he had first seen it. However, many of them, as holders of the Elf Guardian medal, were much more indifferent. Honors always made people remember their responsibilities, and many of them were nothing more than that. They always had a faint feeling in their hearts, imagining what they would look like when they could truly take on the ability to protect a race one day.

Noda is much more realistic. In addition to being joking like usual, he always looks back at the tall tree of life, showing a look of thinking. He collapsed in a package of various poisons and his sad expression always makes many people want to ask questions, but he is always made by Noda's quick adjustment of his expression.

Sirna's figure temporarily disappeared from their lives. When they arrived at the meeting place, their new journey was about to begin.

There was a convoy parked in the wide square about 300 meters away from the city gate. There were about 30 carriages connected in a row, twenty-three of which were trucks, carrying various specialties of the Elf Empire. The remaining nine carriages were decorated luxuriously, like moving large tents. The busy caravan members were loading the last bit of cargo back and forth. The bustling appearance made many miss the vegetable market in their hometown very much.

The leader of the caravan was a middle-aged man who looked about forty years old. He had a beard and had a weather-beaten feeling. He was dressed generously without being extravagant, but was just a little more conspicuous than the servants around him who were doing odd jobs.

Many people understand that this is a kind of show of kindness. For mercenaries who are hired, experienced businessmen will not act like "wealthy is the master". After all, no matter who they are playing tricks with, they cannot show off with guys who can protect their lives.

Next to the caravan are other mercenaries standing. The task is not high and the salary is not too much, so these guys look a little messy, with a feeling of uneven quality, and they are basically humans.

Some of them joking loudly with each other, some of them silencedly putting their clothes on. When they saw many arrivals with Noda, no one came forward to say hello, but just took a cold look and continued to do their own things.

After hearing the reports that the team had been sorted out, the leader of the bearded caravan walked towards the mercenaries with the proof of the mission of the mercenary union.

Seeing the main leader coming, the mercenaries stood up in a scattered manner, together with three or two, and some even stood there alone. Many of them immediately realized that the teammates in this mission were basically scattered soldiers and there was no large team.

"My mercenaries, our journey will begin soon. Please sign a contract! My name is Carl, and everyone who knows me in Dashir calls me bearded Carl, I'm very happy to know you guys!"

Carl's posture was not high or low, and it was not disgusting at all. Many of them had packed up their things and followed the team to line up to sign their own names on the contract.

The mercenaries' combat qualities were not low. They selected temporary captains and deputy captains in less than three minutes of consultation. They were two people who were more adept in the Dashir mercenary circle. Everyone had no objection and agreed.

The two quickly issued a series of orders to solve the problems of the patrol team, shift table for night shifts and team allocation during emergency responses. Everything was easy. In less than ten minutes, the mercenaries quickly learned about their tasks, and the team set off immediately.

Carl was very satisfied with this. He was also helpless about this trip. Carl was the head of the office of the "Quertos Trading Company" of the No. 1 trading company of the St. Lance Empire. In the trade between the St. Lance Empire and the Elf Empire, the "Quertos Trading Company" accounted for a large part of the trade dealings between the St. Lance Empire and the Elf Empire. It is considered a major trader that Dashir attached great importance to. However, after the elves released the news that the Necromancer was about to invade, the headquarters responded quickly, and let all the businesses return to the St. Lance Empire after completing the last transaction, and prepare for supply during combat at any time.

The wife of the business owner is the daughter of the commander of the Second Legion of the St. Lance Empire. This order is understandable... More than 30 carriages drove out of Dashir City one after another. Many caravan members looked back from time to time, as if they had to take risks to return to St. Lance at such a crisis.

It can be seen that they have more dependence and sense of security for Dashir.

More than eighty mercenaries and nearly one hundred caravan members began their journey to St. Reims in a mighty way.

Sirna rode her horse and walked slowly along the road.

This should be considered the first time Silna went on a trip and completed her mission independently.

The first time I needed to eat the food I made myself, the first time I had to look at the map to find the way, the first time I looked for traces of monsters, and the first time I was sleeping in the wild - in short, too many firsts made Hilna a little confused, but after all, after all, after all, after so many years of training, Hilna still had some results, and Hilna thought she was confident in completing the task.

After taking a bite of the dry and hard meat, it was obvious that the taste made Hilna herself unable to accept it. However, after chewing it hard for two bites, Hilna could barely swallow it, feeling a little salty. She picked up the water bag and wanted to take a sip, but hesitated for a while but put it down again - because she knew that there was no place to get water during the journey today, and she saved water energy in case of emergency needs.

Alas, I'm really useless!

Thinking of many interesting adventure stories I told while taking care of myself, now I am a risky person, right? Why do I feel hard and tired?

Then Silna remembered the many "bold" letters she wrote to, and her heartbeat accelerated for no reason.

Oh, I have written so many words that I feel embarrassed to say, I wonder if that idiot can understand it! He is so stupid. What should I do if he can't see it? Really, if I had known I would have written it before... I would have been more straightforward... When I thought of this, Hilna was a little afraid to think about it. She clamped her horse's belly as if she was hiding something, and continued on the way with a rush.
Chapter completed!