"Wake up, you're already here." When he woke up from the nightmare, Griffith found that his whole body was soaked with sweat and he was sitting on the wooden deck carrying his bulging luggage.
An unshaven sailor uncle patted him on the shoulder: "Izmir welcomes you, what's wrong with you? You're sweating so much. Okay, go ashore and relax for a few days. Nothing can heal the battlefield better than ale and women.
It hurts. Go and get drunk for two days, and you will forget about the damn East."
Um...East.
Griffith regained his consciousness again, recalling that he had escaped Beamon's attack, abandoned his armor and hid in a dry pool and fainted.
By the time he woke up, the battle was over.
In the days that followed, on nights filled with the groans of wounded soldiers, Griffith would secretly climb out of bed, look at the tall camp walls and patrolling sentries, and then cast his gaze toward the stables and canteen.
Final preparations are being made in the distant camp, and the Legion's double-layered wall has firmly surrounded the orc war fortress.
Although the injury recovered quickly, Griffith felt as if all the bones in his body had been broken, and his strength and courage to continue fighting were gone. Every quarter of an hour he stayed in the military camp was a terrible torment.
It may not be realistic to escape back to your distant hometown across thousands of miles, but it only takes a few days to enter the snow-covered mountain territory of the dwarves from here, as long as you can get horses and food...
Before he could make up his mind, a sudden transfer order removed him from the final battle. The Eastern Legion, which had taken care of him for two years, quickly packed his bags and sent him on a sailboat bound for the capital.
Griffith's rear duty period began.
The comfortable sea breeze blew against my cheeks, white seagulls flew low over the side of the ship, and the reassuring bustling laughter came from the calm harbor town not far away.
I'm not dead... Griffith touched his chest where several ribs had been broken, picked up the package, and walked slowly down the ship's ladder.
He is now wearing a leather armor with a layer of mail underneath. A long sword and two daggers are hung on his waist. He is wearing iron gauntlets and greaves. He holds a black iron helmet in his left hand and holds it on his shoulder with his right hand.
luggage on board.
His set of cavalry breastplates, leggings and most of the weapons have been taken back by the legion, and now he is wearing personal equipment that he spent money to purchase.
Griffith stamped his feet on the solid land and found a clean place to sit down. He opened his backpack and found that there was a blanket, three sets of changes of clothes, towels, soap, and a sewing kit neatly stacked inside.
A few charcoal pencils, a diary, a few books and a few pieces of rye bread. Inside the diary was a watercolor painting of Griffith wearing the medal he had just received, Krista and other squadron mates.
Put your hand on his shoulder.
Griffith closed the diary indifferently and touched his pocket expressionlessly. There was a small wallet in his pocket, which contained 1 gold coin and 15 silver coins, as well as some copper coins and a certificate.
A medal made of fine iron was buckled on his leather armor, revealing a light blue ribbon, indicating that the owner of this medal was a warrior who had returned from the battlefield, and could not yet be classified as a mentally disturbed vagabond.
The identity certificate is a small copper plate, with the name, date of birth, blood type, citizen number, address and place of origin engraved on the front like most people's identity documents. On the back of the copper plate, Griffith also has an additional paragraph.
Information
"This is to certify that Griffith Brandon is a Sequence 9 recruit of the Spellbreaker Path and a candidate for the Extraordinary."
This small print means that Griffith can receive a small monthly government subsidy, can use magic items that ordinary people cannot activate, and that the kingdom and lords have reasons to further cultivate him.
The trainee knight remembered something, rummaged through the depths of his backpack, and found a carefully stored volume of orders.
"To the second-level captain of the 502nd Cavalry Regiment, trainee knight, Griffith Blanton:
"Your Excellency must arrive in Beyeland before July 10th and submit a report to Captain Heinz Wilhelm of the Reserve Army Command. Your military status will be transferred to Count Lamore on the same day to repair Toral.
The identity entered the Military Command Section of Homonworth College of Higher Magic on August 30th and cannot be mistaken.
"The work related to the transfer and enrollment will be co-organized by the Larmore House, and the work related to the extraordinary will be transferred to the relevant local agencies.
"Department of the Army Reserve Command
"June 20, 1443, Second Era."
Griffith felt that his brain was gradually waking up, and he had gradually gotten rid of the previous dazed and confused state.
His consciousness began to become clear as if he was surfacing. Griffith found that he could keenly perceive the insects crawling in the corner not far away and the gazes of pedestrians in the distance.
The trainee knight opened his diary, briefly looked at the itinerary, and found out that he had just arrived at this seaport town called Izmir on a regular sailing ship returning from the front line.
Today is June 30th. After resting here for a day or two, he will head north along the western line of the Eastern Avenue to his destination, Beyelan, the capital of the kingdom. Due to the harassment of the Orc raider fleet and the
Due to the escort system, the nearest flight to the royal capital cannot depart until mid-July, and the only way to catch up is by land.
It’s a long way~ Anyway, let’s eat something and rest first.
Griffith walked around the town for a while, selected a tavern that seemed to have a decent environment and prices, and sat in. He carefully opened his pocket and took out the most beautiful gold coin.
The gold coin that dances on the fingertips of the trainee knight is the gold florin, the main currency of the kingdom. When the currency value of the kingdom is stable, each gold florin is worth 20 silver coins. The silver coin is a kind of gold florin with the emblem of the royal lion and shield on the front.
A currency called silver. Each silver can be exchanged for 20 sous (silver coins mixed with a small amount of silver) or 100 centimes (copper coins). Each sou can buy a piece of bread in this hotel, and half a pound of meat costs
6 sous, a plate of vegetables and apples or a small bowl of honey cost 3 sous.
"What do you want to eat? Mr. Apprentice Knight." A slim and beautiful girl came over. She was wearing a waitress's apron and her high heels made a pleasant sound. The girl asked with a sweet smile: "Would you like a piece of our special lamb?"
Get in line!"
"How did you know I was a trainee knight?" Griffith asked in surprise. He didn't expect this girl to be able to identify him at a glance.
"You'll know it after you've seen it a lot!" The girl sat down next to Griffith unceremoniously and sniffed his scent. The boy, who had just left the battlefield not long ago, immediately turned red.
"You're still wearing double armor after leaving the battlefield. Soldiers don't have as good habits and equipment as you. Your behavior is very decent and you have an Iron Eagle medal. You should have a higher status than ordinary non-commissioned officers, but your appearance is not as good as that of officers and nobles.
The one between the two is the apprentice knight! Right?" The girl looked at Griffith with sparkling eyes and said, "If you live in a place for a period of time, you will get the smell of that place! You are so heavy.
The bloody smell has caught up with the kitchen!"
Awesome... Are all the people in the city so awesome? Griffith couldn't help but nodded.
"Uh-huh! Then have one of our specialty lamb chops! I highly recommend it!" The girl came over and almost touched the trainee knight's face, "Don't think it's expensive! I'll recommend it to you after you finish eating.
A local job that makes money! You can make a little money!"
The sweet aroma of the girl came in along the tip of his nose. Griffith obeyed and ordered two large pieces of bread, a pound of meat and a plate of vegetables. Finally, he hesitated and added a pile of honey.
This means that 20 Sue Griffiths will eat up almost 1/35 of their property in one meal...
"Okay! One set meal B!" The receptionist turned around lightly and said to the counter, "Give me another adventurer's bounty mission!"
It was not dinner time yet, so there were not many customers in the tavern. After the waitress brought the food, she sat opposite Griffith with a smile and watched him eat.
The black bread was dry and astringent, and it seemed that the shopkeeper had mixed some sawdust into it. The meat was still uncensored, and the vegetables were leaves picked from an unknown tree, and radishes and apples were randomly cut into pieces.
.However, Griffith often ate such food on the front line and ate it without any resistance.
What surprised him was that the small dish of honey was golden and translucent in color, and its light aroma made people salivate. The quality was not at the same level as other foods.
"Don't you all have sweets on the front line? Everyone has the same expression." The waitress watched Griffiths spread honey on the bread and then eagerly stuffed it into her mouth with a satisfied expression on her face.
"Well, that's right~" Griffith's cheeks were stuffed, like a chipmunk preparing for the winter. "The road is not easy to travel, and there are also orc raiders. We often encounter difficulties in supplies, so we can't ask for them."
too much."
"It's not easy~" The receptionist stretched out her strong-looking hand and gently pushed a document in front of the trainee knight.
What is this? Griffith was chewing on the mutton chops, stuffing vegetable leaves into his mouth, and took a moment to glance at the documents on the table.
"Reward.
"A group of goblin bandits attacked the village of Manisa, stole livestock and kidnapped a woman.
"Any adventurer who kills the goblin can get a reward. If he rescues the kidnapped woman, he will get an additional reward."
Taverns in such small towns usually provide information on temporary recruitment and bounty tasks to travelers passing by, allowing them to make a living for a short period of time. Before Griffith could ask questions, a young swordsman walked over from a corner of the tavern.
"Miss Hostel, my companions and I decided to take on this mission." The young swordsman was about 15 years old, with a sparse beard just growing on his green face. He was wearing leather armor that was not too good, and was thin.
His body did not appear to be covered with mail, and around his waist were a long sword and a short knife that were not commensurate with his height.
Did this young man not enlist in the army but work as a freelancer here? Griffith looked at the young boy in front of him and judged from his youthful temperament that he had never been on the battlefield.
In the territory directly under the king's jurisdiction, citizens of appropriate age cannot work in the city or inherit land if they do not perform military service. But even so, there are still many young people hiding in the forest and unwilling to serve. In order to make ends meet, many of them
People become free mercenaries or adventurers. There is no threshold for this kind of profession, and sometimes the income is quite generous.
Griffith, who was bulging in mail and leather armor, thought for a moment and felt that he could take on some tasks to earn some travel expenses, so he said to the young man in a friendly manner: "Hello, I am a second-level assault cavalry officer."
Captain Griffith Blanton passed through this town during his duties. If you still need manpower..."
"We don't need manpower!" Before the young swordsman could answer, a girl next to him who was taller than the swordsman almost jumped up.
She has a well-proportioned physique and good looks, and her figure is quite sexy for her age.
"Huh?" Griffith discovered that the girl had iron gauntlets on both hands, and the gauntlets were connected with spikes and dagger-like daggers. She turned out to be a boxer.
There are many female warriors and spellcasters in Beyeland's army, and many of them have fought alongside Griffith. But this girl's dress was very unfamiliar to Griffith. He looked at the young people carefully.
It was discovered that the swordsman and boxer had no marks on their bodies that could identify their affiliation.
"Just goblins," the young swordsman said disdainfully, "my swordsmanship is the best in the village, I can kill them all in one go! Well, I am Andy Duca."
"In case there is any oversight, I'm still here!" Miss Boxer added.
"Are you? Hmm~ what do you call them, mercenaries?" The trainee knight who was sitting and eating asked curiously, "Which army or family do you belong to?"
"We are free adventurers in Izmir Town, and we fight for ourselves," the leading swordsman replied, pointing to his companions, "Ulan is a master of physical arts."
At this time, two more people came over, a tall, bare-chested boy holding a giant axe, and a girl dressed as a nun in black. The trainee nun was as thin as a match. She did not wear any armor, only one
A short staff. She clutched the Holy Light emblem on her chest tightly and looked at the strange trainee knight warily.
The tall boy on the side carried a giant ax on his shoulder. The word "Badu" was crookedly engraved on the ax blade, which should be his name.
The equipment of the people here is really hard to tell at a glance... Griffith saw the eager expressions of the four people and couldn't help but stood up and stopped him: "This is a group of monsters preparing to attack the village. I suggest that we should fight with the town."
The militiamen on the ground, or call more people together. Concentrating the troops together can reduce losses."
"Pfft~" Wu Lan, the boxer girl, burst out laughing, "Concentrate the troops, what a strange statement. You just came back from the front line and are still not used to it, right?"
"Then at least understand the strength and composition of the enemy!" The trainee knight felt that this group was too hasty, "This reward does not provide information about the enemy."
"Strength and composition..." The boys and girls looked at each other, and the smiles in their eyes almost burst out.
"Don't be like this," the young swordsman Andy stopped the ridicule of his companions and turned around and said, "Mr. Apprentice Knight, our rules here are different from your army."
Rules... You four look like novices! Griffith choked at the other party's words and began to think about how to stop them without hurting the other party's self-esteem.
"That's right, we are free adventurers, not an army," the strongest boy in the four-person team said decisively, carrying a terrifying double-edged battle ax, "Each goblin's head can be exchanged for a silver man.
, there are not enough people to divide the points."
One head and one silver man, not bad! Griffith was moved.
"Okay, okay! Everyone, hurry up. If you wait a little longer, other adventurers might have taken away all the goblin lairs!" Ulan stamped his feet anxiously, "I'm in a hurry for money!"
Hearing what his companion said, the young swordsman and the giant axe-man nodded to Griffith and walked out together. Halfway through, the trainee nun remembered her education and courtesy, turned around in a hurry and bowed slightly to Griffith.