Soul echo

Chapter 20 On the Journey



Chapter 20 On the Journey
The Martin caravan and Zhong Ye negotiated before departure, the commission was three gold coins, although it was a bit expensive, but bringing a troll would obviously save them a lot of trouble along the way.

Emil also came from the fortress before the team set off. He changed into a set of leather armor and chain mail. The enchanted light armor he wore before was the property of the army and did not belong to him. This time he asked for leave to go home to visit relatives Yes, of course it cannot be worn.

Emir has no command over the caravan. He is only the eldest son of the Martin family and does not participate in caravan affairs.

"It takes about [-] days to get to Constantinople from Clotho Fortress. If it is slower, it may arrive in [-] or [-] days." The action of the caravan last time, he is very familiar with this trade route, "This is just the usual route of the caravan. If you are here, we can try another route. This route takes less time, but it may be a little dangerous on the road. "

"Dangerous?" Zhong Ye looked over.

He remembered that on the witcher's map, there were no mountains nearby. It seemed that the 'danger' did not refer to the geographical environment.

"Bandits, monsters, and mountain people." Emir shook his head and sighed, "The mountain people are not only human beings, some are alien races exiled there because of the war. If it weren't for them, the mountain people in that area might not be so difficult. deal with.

"On that part of the road, the mountain people are the most difficult to deal with, because the robbers still need to sell their stolen goods, but for the mountain people, as long as it is something, they can use it, so they rob everything—fortunately, they choose to live as robbers. There are not many mountain people, most of them are willing to trade to get what they want, but they have a lot of customs, outsiders will offend them if they are not careful, only local businessmen will pass that to and from Constantinople and the fortress of Clotho."

Zhong Ye nodded thoughtfully, "So you plan to take this route now?"

"Of course!" Emil exclaimed, "When I returned to the fortress yesterday, I told Uncle Baker your information, and Uncle Baker changed the route at that time. We intend to take this opportunity to try to open up this trade route—— It only takes twelve days to reach Constantinople in the shortest way, which saves six days.”

For businessmen, time is roughly equal to money, which is manifested as poor information on Earth, but it is more intuitive in Dan’s world—the traveling speed of caravans.

This trade route is not a secret to merchants. Even hundreds of years ago, the Kingdom of Yitruul occupied a small half of the western continent, and this trade route was the main road for merchants to travel.

However, with the weakening of the country and frequent wars, Yitrul not only lost a lot of land, but also many places in the remaining territory became deserted.

Over the years, Etruul has regained his vitality, but some lost things have not been able to get back.

Zhong Ye didn't know this, what he cared about was how long it would take to reach Constantinople.

The more irritable and anxious he was, the more he wanted to get answers as soon as possible.

— Twelve more days!

…………

Whoa!
The long-smoldering sky finally dumped the rain. Although the cargo was covered with tarpaulins, the torrential rain made the ground muddy, seriously slowing down the team's journey.

The cart also propped up the awning. Zhong Ye asked the people in the caravan to help make this awning, mainly because the sun was too strong.

When I was on Clotor Avenue before, there were a lot of shade, so I didn't feel much. I only felt the heat of the sun after walking on this commercial road.

Water droplets dripped along the folds of the oilcloth, and the rain became a thread, blurring the distant mountains.

Zhong Ye frowned and looked at the thick rain curtain outside. Amidst the rumbling rain, he heard the breathing of the two draft horses getting heavier and heavier.

"No more walking!" shouted from the front of the line.

The caravan stopped, and the guards and servants ran out of the hood with their equipment, and set up a temporary camp in the rain. The mercenaries also went to help under the urging of the steward.

The steward didn't have the guts to instruct Zhong Ye to do such a thing, but after seeing people taking action, he also left the cart and helped set up the canopy.

After the convoy had entered under the awning, the servants hurriedly took out long towels to wipe off the rainwater from the draft horses, and rubbed their bodies to keep them warm in case they caught a cold.

For the caravan, the horse is both a tool and a partner, which can be used and cherished at the same time.

It was raining heavily outside the shed, and the guards and servants were using a few longer pieces of wood to build the top beams. The canopy is now only supported by the pillars at the edges. If it is not dealt with in time, the center of the canopy will continue to accumulate rainwater, eventually causing the canopy to collapse.

The head of the caravan, a middle-aged man who looked very serious, was reprimanding the mage apprentice hired by the caravan. It was precisely because the apprentice said that the rain would not be too heavy that the team did not stop to take shelter from the rain and take a rest.

The mage apprentice also looked aggrieved, but he still lowered his eyebrows and listened to the reprimand.

The center of the canopy was propped up, and the rainwater accumulated for a long time washed down like a waterfall, startling many horses who had just calmed down, and the servants had to rush to appease the frightened horses before they had time to rest. horse.

Zhong Ye was sitting on the wet carriage, he had already warmed up the two shivering horses by rubbing their bodies, and now he was finally free to wring the water off his clothes.

Looking back at the troll, he found that its chest was still heaving, so he ignored it.

Turning his head to look at the continuous rain curtain outside the shed, he was dazed.

The team was slowed down by the heavy rain, and it might take a day to reach Constantinople.

Well, there should be eleven days before arriving in Constantinople.

…………

"Someone is here."

Zhong Ye spoke suddenly, his right ear trembling slightly, "to the right."

Emil was stunned for a while, then he realized that he stood up and shouted: "There is movement on the right side! Pay attention to the right side of the team!"

As soon as he finished yelling, he jumped off the cart and caught up with the carriage that was still moving ahead, "Stop! Pay attention to defense, pay attention to defense!"

The caravan was walking between the two mountains, and the formation was very long. If they were attacked, casualties would easily occur.

If the enemy is coming, then they will definitely not attack the middle of the team, they will only be attacked by the front and back, and they will be attacked by the front and rear parts at the same time, and they are more likely to attack the head or tail of the team.

The people in the forest on the right had obviously heard Emir's yelling, and immediately quickened their pace.

The caravan was just the opposite. The well-dressed guards took the lead and came to the right side of the team with shields. The mercenaries walked out afterward. Zhong Ye also stopped the cart and took out the bow and arrow that the emir lent him.

He is not only good at melee combat, he has also learned bow and arrow, but he is relatively not that proficient.

Bend the bow and nock the arrow, slow down your breathing——

duh!
Just as the mountain people with swords and swords ran out of the jungle, a flying shadow suddenly passed in front of them and plunged into the trees beside them.

The leader of the mountain people froze, turned his head to look, and found that the arrow was still trembling, and all the arrows had disappeared into the tree trunk.

He glanced at the caravan waiting in full force at the foot of the hill. Although he was still a little unwilling, he still told his subordinates to retreat.

The arrow just now was just a warning. If he persisted in his obsession, he would be shot to death.

Zhong Ye put down his bow and arrow, and sat back.

The guards and mercenaries looked at each other in blank dismay. They thought a battle would break out, but they didn't expect to get through the crisis so easily.

Hiding in the carriage, the head of the caravan with a musket in his hand also lifted his spirits. It was worth the three gold coins to hire Zhong Ye!

The crisis was resolved, only the draft horses were a little frightened, and after a little reassurance, the team continued to set off.

Putting away his weapon, Emil ran to Zhong Ye and asked excitedly, "How did you know someone was here just now?"

Zhong Ye pointed to his ear, "I heard it."

"Born?" Emile asked again.

But seeing Zhong Ye shaking his head, he said, "Trained from childhood."

Emil let out an "oh", and then excitedly asked if he could also train him to the same level, Zhong Ye answered absent-mindedly.

The warrior sat cross-legged, his appearance was as usual, but his body was already like a furnace, burning the energy obtained from food and breathing, nourishing his body slowly and clearly.

Muscles, fascia, organs, bones, nerves, and even the soul.

The soul and body were forged together, and from the day he got the comprehension of the 'source of the extraordinary', his appetite was gradually increasing bit by bit.

Strength, agility, perception, spirit, control, every day seems to be stronger than the day before.

There are still eight days to go to Constantinople-if nothing delays the journey.

(End of this chapter)


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