Chapter 175
The blue sky, the dusty road, the song of birds and the fragrance of flowers from the tip of the nose. When the pace of spring came quietly, the whole journey seemed to become better.
Bid farewell to Liya and leave the border of Lothar Duchy. Loren Torino, who obeyed the agreement, finally embarked on the road to Eboden and once again became alone.
Of course, it’s a little bit wrong to say that, because technically speaking, I am not "alone". The black hair wizard turned his head slightly and glanced at the exquisitely crafted four-wheeled carriage behind him. It was dark. The pupil seemed to vaguely see someone who was peeping at him.
This is a caravan that is neither too big nor too small, with more than a dozen guards on horseback, plus the servants and men who follow, there are dozens of people in the scale, and it seems to appear as usual. There is no difference in the caravans at the fairs near the villages and towns.
Just after leaving the last town of Duchy in Lothar, I accidentally ran into their black hair wizard. I heard that I was going to Eboden, so I was hired by them as a wandering Knight. A caravan's guard.
I glanced at the linen purse with a bulging waist. The weight alone is beyond imagination. Loren has been a wandering Knight with Leonardo Torino for two years, so many Silver Coins have already Enough to hire two or three more mercenaries.
So the other party is definitely not just because of the wandering Knight, there must be other reasons for them to hire themselves, but they are not clear for the time being.
But considering that the salary is so generous, and that he also has to go to Eboden, following a caravan will definitely save you a lot of trouble than going on the road alone. Loren can’t seem to find any reason for rejection. I agreed.
After leaving Lothar Duchy, even the weather seemed to be much better than before. The sky was cloudless for several days, which made Loren feel much more comfortable.
"It's amazing, my dear Loren, how can you be so unsuspecting?"
The scarlet eyes of the black feather eagle on the shoulder blinked and blinked It’s hairy, a very clear “voice” appeared in Loren’s mind—it seems that after swallowing part of Mezca’s consciousness, Asriel suddenly possessed this ability, even if he kept the form of a bird. I can also communicate with myself.
"Please forgive my words, but even the heartless guy can tell that the leader of the caravan who hired you must know that you are a wizard. Would you still agree to him?"
"Of course I know, but so what?" Loren lazily on the horse replied in a low voice: "If a certain black feather eagle can reflect its value as a'bird', we use it You don’t have to follow them, so you don’t have to worry about getting lost!"
"...Really, as you originally expected, complaining about people has become your habit."
Although the bird has no expression, Loren seems to be able to see the aggrieved expression of a certain teenager—well, but this has become a habit.
The black hair wizard raised the corners of his mouth slightly. In fact, it’s not the most important thing whether he’s lost or not. The reason that really made him agree with the party is because this is a caravan from Eboden. They are actually Going back home.
In other words, if things go well, Loren can get a lot of information about the caravan from the caravan before arriving in Eboden. And if you enter Eboden as a caravan escort, you can also save a lot of unnecessary trouble, as long as you do your job as an escort.
Just the rumors heard from the caravan bodyguards in the past few days have corrected many of Loren’s mistakes in his past understanding-yes, Eboden is a wizard city, but really The rulers of this city have never been wizards, but a group of powerful family nobles.
Some of these families have fleets that can carry out ocean trade, some control the city’s workshops and Chamber of Commerce, and some are the leaders of certain mercenary groups...simply put, This is a group of leaders who are rich and powerful, and control the entire Eboden.
These nobles have strong financial resources, and they have power in all corners of Eboden. If all the wizards who have completed their studies want to have a place in this city, they must find one of the families to become their sponsor , Otherwise there is no future at all.
There is nothing wrong with this-no matter which discipline it is, it is very expensive to research, and it is impossible to maintain a laboratory without a stable and generous source of income.
Not to mention that this is Eboden, the place with the largest number of wizards in the Sacrament Empire. It is conceivable that the competition between the wizards will go to the level of life and death.
But similarly, there are also the most generous funders in the entire empire—you can imagine, as long as you can turn your research into reality and earn huge profits, these nobles They will not be stingy with the gold in their hands to fund those wizards who are useful to them.
"Do you know what that means?" Loren laughed, opening the mouth and said as if talking to himself.
"Because research that can be turned into money can be funded, and those unlikely to be abandoned?" Asriel's "naive" tone sounded in his mind: "It's really a... …Cold and realistic place."
"It is also a place full of dreams, opportunities and adventures." Loren sighed with some emotion: "I understand why Eboden became one of the wizards. City, and why did Dean Peter have to leave and run to the wilderness of Wimpal to open the Academy."
What Peter longs for is free research without any interference, if it is in Eboden He certainly couldn't find anyone who was willing to support him, and what could he dream of without enough money?
Suddenly there was a sound of horseshoes in front of the queue, and the caravan that had been marching gradually slowed down. Loren, who has somewhat experience, knows that this is where the pathfinders ahead have found a place to camp.
It didn't take long for the caravan to come to the bank of a creek, and there was a forest of neither too big nor too small and a flat open ground nearby. Several carriages formed a circle on the grass, and the surrounding caravan bodyguards also began to build temporary camps, apparently preparing to spend the night here.
Collecting firewood, setting up tents, packing luggage, taking care of horses... The black hair wizard who was also an attendant once missed these familiars, and even somehow, and remembered the two years when he followed Old Knight. Days of precariousness.
"Your Excellency Loren Torino?"
The voice of a middle-aged man came from behind, and Loren, who was still busy setting up a tent, looked back in astonishment and looked towards the other party. ——He has heard this person's footsteps since just now, and he is still being reminded over and over again by a teenager who is suspected of having "persecution delusions."
"Excuse me, what do you want to order?" With a formulaic smile, Loren asked the caravan leader: "If it's a bonfire, I'll pick up firewood when the tent is finished... "
"no no no, you are completely misunderstood, I am not here to tell you to do those rough jobs." The leader of the caravan with a slightly fat cheek waved his hand very kindly: "I came to ask for help. You have one thing, and I hope you can agree to it."
"Please me with one thing?" Loren eyebrows raised: "Can you ask what it is?"
" Uh... this, I'm very sorry, I can tell you only if you agree."
"Don't be fooled! He must want to do it!" Asriel's excited voice shouted in Loren's mind "Trust me, Loren, this is a trap. You must not listen to him, or you will be over!"
If I believe in you, then it will be over... Coldly snorted Loren can’t bear it. Live twitched the corners of the mouth.
"Sorry, did you just say what you just said?" The caravan leader cautiously asked: "If it is really impossible, then don't bother you..."
"No, I mean I agree." The black hair wizard nodded with a smile said slowly: "Since you have been hired by you, the employer's will is my will.
Then, now Can you tell me what it is?"