The first thousand five hundred and forty-eight chapters a safe journey
The carriage team moved forward slowly, driving on a wide but endless road. The carriage bumped and bumped, and the wooden wheels made a "clatter, clatter" sound. Although the ground was flat, it must be a dirt mountain road.
It's bumpy.
Suddenly there was a "click" sound, and the axle of a carriage in the convoy was broken. The driver tightened the reins, and the other cars in front and behind stopped.
"What's wrong?"
"The axle is broken."
Hilal got off the royal blue high-quality carriage at the back. His two wives peeked their heads in the carriage and did not follow him out.
"Can it be fixed?" Hilal asked.
The coachmen who drive these vehicles are all well-known in his family. Needless to say, they are experts in driving skills and repairing carriages. The coachman nodded and bowed and said: "It can be repaired, but the axle is broken and needs to be replaced. It will take some time."
, it can be repaired in about twenty minutes.”
"Well... let's just have a meal here." Hilal said to the servants beside him: "Go and ask everyone to come down and make a fire to cook."
"Yes." The two servants greeted each other before and after they left: "Come down, everyone. Master said that we should start a fire to cook and prepare for the meal. Come down quickly."
The mercenaries riding in the carriage and the servants of the Hilal family came down and dug holes in the grass on the left and right sides of the road to light a fire.
Thain jumped out of the car, let out a long breath, jumped in the middle of the road, wiped off his clothes and pants, and rubbed his numb butt.
The mercenary next to him followed the same action and said with a listless look: "Eat, drive, eat, drive, and sleep every day. Then eat, drive, eat, drive, and sleep again. Days like this fade away.
The smell is here, how long do we have to walk before it ends." He yawned long and just woke up from sleep in the carriage, his eyelashes were still sticky with eye droppings.
Thain turned his head and looked at him and said, "Stop complaining. Safety is the best reward. You should remember this."
"But it's still boring. It's such a long journey, and nothing happened. If we reach the destination safely, wouldn't Mr. Hilal hire us for nothing? We'll eat and drink all the way without any effort.
Then I have to ask people for money. How embarrassing."
Bimoye is a person who doesn't like to talk much, and Iveco is even more taciturn. Although Thain is very enthusiastic and hopes to gather around and tell some of his own stories with everyone. But he continued to talk for more than two months. No matter how much he said,
The story is no longer interesting.
The mercenaries each complained and chatted.
When Hilal heard what they said, he laughed: "If you really want to arrive safely, I will give you more money to make up for the boring journey you followed me."
The mercenaries laughed heartily and said with a shy face: "Listen, listen, this is a rich boss, a kind man. Not only does he take good care of our bodies with delicious food along the way, but he also worries about our mental suffering. Mr. Hilal
, I only know today what it means to be charitable and helpful to others. You really take care of us poor people."
"Yes, yes, you are a good person and a great philanthropist. Compared with you, those unkind people who are rich and unkind will really commit suicide in shame."
Everyone was talking to each other, and they were just saying flattering things that cost nothing. Naturally, Hilal heard these words many times and didn't care. Instead, she laughed along with everyone and enjoyed themselves with everyone.
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After the food was ready, everyone divided into five groups and formed five large circles to sit together and chat and enjoy. Hilal ordered his servants to take two boxes of good wine from the car and distribute them to everyone. He spent most of the time with the two
My wife ate alone in the car, but sometimes she would laugh and have fun with everyone.
Everyone was jealous when they saw Hilal being embraced by a beautiful lady on each side, but they were just envious and not jealous. At this time, a man appeared on the road and came towards us. This man was walking and not riding a mount.
Riding a World of Warcraft, dusty and dusty, he looked a little down and out.
He came to a stop outside the motorcade and looked at the people on the ground having a meal. He couldn't help but cover his stomach. He hesitated and asked in a low voice: "Which of you is the owner of the motorcade?"
Hilal saw this man from a distance, put down the food in his hands and walked over. His two wives, Vicodo and Thain also followed. Hilal took a look at this man. He had brown hair.
, about thirty years old, wearing a blue-gray long windbreaker, dark blue pants and black leather shoes. The clothes were stained with a lot of dust and mud stains, and there were some damaged areas. He was carrying a handful of about one meter behind his back.
The eight-length sword was as tall as he was. There were some white cloth strips wrapped around the handle to make the sword easier to hold.
He asked Hilal: "Are you the owner of this convoy?"
"What's the matter with you?"
The man carrying the sword still said in a low voice: "I haven't eaten for two days, can I borrow a meal from you?"
Hilal looked at him again, glanced at Iveco next to him, and when Iveco nodded, he said, "Okay, let's have a meal together. It's a good time for you."
The man carrying the big sword said: "There is a small town further ahead. I will return it to you when you get there."
"No, come on."
Just like that, one more person was dining in the team. The mercenary tried to ask his identity as he was responsible, but this person only buried his head in his meal and didn't say a word, so the mercenaries couldn't ask any more questions.
After the meal, Hilal invited the man with the sword on his back to ride in the carriage, but the man refused. When the carriage went in front, he kept following behind, not far or far away. Iveco felt that this man behaved abnormally
, worried about what might happen, and asked everyone to be more vigilant, but nothing happened along the way.
After walking for almost seven hours, they arrived at the small town that the man with the sword mentioned. He told Hilal to wait for him here for a while while he went to get the money to pay back. Hilal told him no, but he
Didn't give Hilary the chance to refuse.
After a while, the man carrying the sword came back with a bag of money in his hand, but the sword on his back was gone. He took a few gold coins from the bag and handed them to Hilal's servant, and asked:
"Is it enough?"
Hilal nodded and said: "That's enough."
The man said thank you, turned around and left.
The attendants were puzzled and said: "This man is so rude. The master said he didn't want his money, but he still insisted on giving him money. It's weird."
Hilal glanced at the attendant beside him and said unhappy: "Don't gossip about others behind their backs."
"Yes." The attendant lowered his head and said no more.
Hilal said to everyone: "Find a hotel to rest. In more than 20 days, we will be able to enter the territory of Efennulan. On the way, I received a message from the teacher saying that he was sick. I don't know what the teacher's condition is."
That's it, I hope I can rush over there soon to see if he's okay."
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The airship flew out of the desert and flew among the green fields and mountains. Apart from the pilot, only Landing and Joan were left on the airship. In the room, the two of them were lying on the bed. Landing gently held Joan's chin and kissed each other.
Looking at him, his eyes were full of affection.
"It's good that they left. There are only two of us here. I really don't want to go back."
Qiong smiled and said, "I'm a little thirsty. Please pour me a glass of wine."
There was wine in the room, and there was more than one bottle, all red wine, placed on the shelf. Landing kissed her on the lips, got up, walked to the wine shelf, took two glasses, and asked: "What do you want?"
Which bottle should I drink?”
Qiong leaned on the bed and tilted her cheek: "That's the bottle, 2002."
Landing found the 2002 red wine, uncorked the bottle, poured a quarter into each glass, returned to the bed, and handed one of the glasses into her hand.
Joan took the wine glass and said, "It would be great if you could stop being jealous and be so gentle and considerate every day."
"As long as you don't look at other men, I won't be jealous." Landing handed over the wine glass and said, "Come, let's drink to our world of two."
The two glasses of wine clinked lightly, and Qiong was about to drink but was stopped by Landin.
"Give me a drink."
Qiong chuckled, and the two of them intertwined their arms and watched each other drink all the wine in the glass. At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the room. Landin glanced at his brows, and he didn't like it at this time.
Disturbed, so was Joan.
"What's up?"
The voice outside the door said: "This is a message from Mr. Erbu."
After hearing the message from Erb, Landing quickly opened the door, took the letter, copied it, read it, sighed and said to Joan: "It seems that our vacation is coming to an end, and the master wants us to go back as soon as possible."
Qiong forced a smile, her expression seemed a little unnatural.
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