In the early morning, Brutus moved his two boxes to the carriage. He looked up at the weather, which was slightly gloomy, and the clouds completely covered the sun.
Priul patted Brutus' box and exclaimed in admiration: "I didn't expect that you are also a rich man. This thing has a price but no market."
"A friend sold it to me at a friendly price," Brutus replied casually.
"If we are sure there is nothing missing, then let's set off." Puliul got on his donkey and staggered towards the north entrance of the village.
Brutus stepped into the carriage and followed Priul out of the village.
"You must have never seen Sissoko City." Puliure seemed to be in a good mood and took the initiative to start a topic.
Brutus threw a piece of bread to Priul and held one in his hand: "Aren't you talking nonsense?"
Priul caught it easily and took a bite: "Not bad, it's made from fine wheat. Unfortunately, no matter how well made it is, it's just dry and tasteless bread, not even half as good as the delicacies of Sissoko City."
"Then you should tell me about something delicious, so that I can see the world." Brutus also felt that the bread was about to vomit, and he wanted to change the taste.
"What's the use of just talking? It won't change the fact that you are eating bread. After that, you will naturally have something you want to eat." Puliure said confidently, "For example, sea fish, in the
In Sissoko City, you can eat the largest variety of fish in the kingdom and the most elaborate preparations."
"Even the barbecue sold by the vendors in the alleys is countless times more delicious than what we have on hand, so I don't like to leave Sissoko. It's a pity that life forces me to do so!"
"Tsk, tsk." Brutus drove the carriage with one hand and checked the items in the backpack with the other.
"Hey, that pocket watch looks well made." Priulle rode his donkey closer, and with sharp eyes he glanced at the contents of Brutus's backpack and admired.
"It's not a good idea to peek into other people's luggage." Brutus closed his backpack warily and turned around.
"Haha, of course. But I have to remind you that this pocket watch needs to be taken care of." Puliul laughed a few times, "There are not a few people in Sissoko who like to do petty theft."
"Aren't the city guards in charge?"
"Then let's talk about how to divide the accounts." Puliul yawned, "You are really lucky. You can avoid a lot of detours by following me. Although I am only a small knight, I am a noble after all.
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"Of course there are people in the guard who enforce the law impartially, but hey..." What Priul didn't say was covered in laughter, but Brutus was also familiar with this.
"It's a big city with 300,000 people. How can a guard camp with less than 2,000 guards take care of it? So let's sit down and talk about the rules. The guard camp will occasionally take action to crack down on extraordinary criminal activities. Listen.
It looks 'perfect', doesn't it?"
Brutus was silent about this, and only listened to what Priul said.
"But, at least there is no excessive crime in Sissoko. By the way, it's best to restrain yourself after entering Sissoko, especially towards the slaves."
"Slave?" Brutus was a little confused. Although he knew that slavery existed now, he had never seen real slaves in Tatto Town.
"Yes, slave. Free people execute slaves for no reason without just a fine. If it's serious, you will have to be a slave." Priul's expression didn't look like he was joking.
"Especially those personal slaves of nobles. They are well-educated and tightly bound to their masters. If you attack these slaves, even if you are a noble, it will be a bit difficult."
"But as long as you have enough money, it's not a big deal in Sissoko. The only obstacle to solving problems for people in Sissoko is not having enough money."
Brutus was also aware of this trend and nodded to show that he understood.
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After traveling for nearly twelve hours, they finally arrived near a small village shortly after sunset.
"Are you sure this is here?" Priul, who was leading the donkey, looked toward the dark entrance to the village. He always felt that Brutus had come to the wrong place.
Brutus opened the map and studied it for a while by the light of the torch held by Priul: "If we are going in the right direction, we should be in this village."
"It's really remote. This is my first time here. But it's impossible to go back to Sissoko in two days anyway, so it doesn't hurt to stay here for one night."
The two of them each led their mounts and entered the village without encountering any obstruction. The village was visibly desolate, and the houses near the entrance of the village seemed a bit dilapidated.
Brutus tried knocking on the door of a house, but luckily someone answered.
A middle-aged man's voice came from behind the door: "We have already paid money this year."
Brutus was stunned for a moment and explained to the man behind the door: "We are not here to collect taxes. We are here to find his mother at the request of a friend."
"Oh. What's it called?"
"Katis."
"She died half a month ago."
"Dead? Okay, excuse me, thank you." Brutus turned back to look at Priul, "It seems that our efforts were in vain."
Neither of them had any intention of going deep into the village, but returned to the outside of the village.
"At least this matter is settled. Let's think about where we will stay tonight." Priul shrugged indifferently, squinting at the village, "I smell a dangerous smell here, maybe I can stay here."
One night is not a good idea."
Brutus took out a short spear and a spare long shield from the box, and replied: "There is no such person as Canath in the village."
"You guys don't plan to rush in directly." Priul pressed the hilt of his sword, and his tone sounded a little eager to try.
"Of course it's impossible. Who knows how many ambushes there are in this village." Brutus closed the box. "But it's definitely impossible to have a good rest tonight."
"Indeed. You must be the child of misfortune, right? Why do I think accidents will happen wherever you are?"
Brutus glanced at Priul: "It's hard to say."
"Let's start there." Puliure smiled and ignored the topic. He pointed to a wheat field next to the village and "check their harvest."
"good."
The two led the donkey and packhorse to a bush, took note of the direction, and arrived at their first destination.
Priul quickly checked the situation in the wheat field: "The people in this village are so popular. They don't plan to spend the winter. It seems that your friend's commission is still a bit difficult."