Soul echo

Chapter 21 On the Journey
"Firwood Town is ahead." Emil pointed his whip, "All caravans coming and going will trade with the mountain people in that town. After passing there, we have five days left."

In the past few days, he found that Zhong Ye seemed to be very concerned about when he would be able to arrive in Constantinople. Although he didn't say anything, he showed this in his behavior.

When the caravan came here, it was already afternoon, and there was a high probability that they would spend the night in Fir Shan Town to replenish their supplies by the way.

"Don't worry, it won't delay the trip."

Emil remembered what he said before, and explained: "Uncle Baker will negotiate with the representatives of the mountain people tonight. If the negotiation is settled, the representatives of the mountain people will help us contact other caravans, but regardless of whether the negotiation can be completed, We're all going tomorrow."

The caravan is still carrying goods, so it is impossible to stay in one place for too long, and the Emir's vacation is not long, only three months, and it takes a month to go back and forth.

Zhong Ye nodded slightly, as long as he didn't slow down his schedule.

Fir Town does not belong to any nobleman. Although the Kingdom of Etrull still has the de jure right to rule this land, the actual rule of this town is in the hands of the mountain people.

There used to be another town here, but affected by the war, the original town declined. Later, the mountain people came here and re-established a town, which they named 'Fir'.

Although the mountain people occupy this land, they are willing to communicate with the outside world. Except that the actual control is in the hands of the mountain people, everything is the same as before-the mountain people are even willing to obey the king's order and join as mercenaries his army.

This is also the reason why the mountain people have been able to occupy this 'important place' for so many years.

The caravan did not enter the town because they had a live troll in the caravan, which would have caused a riot.

After arranging the affairs of the caravan, the supervisor took a few servants to negotiate, while the mercenaries and guards took turns to go to the town for consumption.

Zhong Ye, as always, eats, exercises, and maintains his weapons. Even so, it is difficult for him to calm down.

Flicking the edge of the sword with his index finger, he saw the reflection of the bright moon on the rough sword.

"...you make me feel like an ascetic."

Zhong Ye raised his eyes and saw the blush on Emil's face, and he sat beside him with the smell of alcohol all over his body.

"Self-discipline, abstinence from alcohol, silence and few words, besides having a large appetite and no clear beliefs, isn't this just an ascetic monk?"

"So?" Zhong Ye pushed the long sword back into the scabbard, and let out a long breath.

"It's nothing, nothing!" Emil laughed, hiccupped, and then straightened his face. "I heard a bad rumor in the tavern—there is also a white troll nearby."

Zhong Ye frowned, subconsciously looking in the direction of the cart.

At this time, Emir changed the subject, "It's just a rumor, no one has actually seen it, and it may be something that looks whiter. If there are trolls, it's impossible for only a few people to die."

"Dead?" Zhong Ye asked.

"It doesn't count..." Emil hiccupped again, narrowing his eyes, "There are a few people missing, including mountain people, businessmen, and mercenaries, but the 'disappearances' of these people are not counted. , Not all the mountain people will live in Fir Town all their lives, they will sometimes live back in the mountains, and the merchants and mercenaries can explain it better. opened."

On Earth, many gods, monsters and strange creatures come from this way.

Zhong Ye's grades in the cultural class were not good, but his Chinese teacher in high school liked to talk about some extracurricular topics when teaching, so that he knew a lot of miscellaneous knowledge.

After hearing Amir's analysis, Zhong Ye nodded in agreement.

"...Come back! Come back!"

Shocking cheers suddenly erupted from Fir Town, shattering the silence of the night.

The people in the caravan were all attracted by the cheers and looked in the direction of the town.

"What happened?" Emil seemed to wake up all of a sudden, and stood up to look out.

But after looking at it for a while, he realized that he couldn't see anything like this, so he sat back.

After a while, he stood up unsteadily again, "No, I'm drunk, I'm going to sleep first."

Not long after Emil ran to rest, the guards and mercenaries who had gone to the town to have fun also came back and talked with the companions who stayed behind.

It turned out that the reason why the town erupted in cheers just now was because the hunters in the town successfully hunted the rumored 'white ogre' - a lone wolf with white fur.

And the hunter who successfully hunted the white wolf was the rumored missing mountain man!
The hunter found a businessman's belongings in the white wolf's lair, and the owner of this thing was the rumored missing businessman. Apart from that, there was nothing similar.

In this way, everything will be revealed.

Only one businessman was actually killed, and the rest of the rumored 'missing' people just left Fir Town.

The excitement in the town lasted until late at night. After the noise of the noise gradually subsided, the caravan supervisor also returned to the camp with his servants.

There was fatigue on his face, but more of a smile.

The night passed quickly, and when the sun rose, people woke up one after another to prepare for the continued departure.

After a hasty breakfast, the servants connected the draft horse to the wagon and set off.

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Five days passed in a hurry. The caravan traveled through mountains and rivers, ate and slept, and boarded the ferry to Constantinople with exhaustion.

Although settlements have appeared on the east coast of the Black Sea Strait, strictly speaking, this place does not belong to Constantinople. It is just that people spontaneously established a distribution center here for freight and security needs.

The unnamed distribution center faces Constantinople across the sea, and the Yitrul Navy, which is famous in the seven seas, doesn't think they can pose any threat to Constantinople, so they ignore it.

The heavy cargo was compacting the cabin, coupled with the calm sea, the ferry boat shook slightly, and the comfortable feeling made many people fall asleep.

The mercenaries sat on the ground with weapons in their arms, leaning against the side of the ship and snoring with their heads tilted.

The people in the caravan are unpacking and counting the goods. They are very worried about the loss, and they are grateful for most of the goods that have been preserved.

Accountants have already begun to calculate the consumption along the way, and are pleasantly surprised to find that this time they don't need to pay pensions, just pay employment fees.

——It was only then that he realized that he hadn't talked about the pension with Zhong Ye.

"Constantinople..." Emil took a deep breath of the fresh sea-smelling air, and he came back after two years.

On the other side of the strait, a forest of towering buildings gradually appeared in Zhong Ye's eyes. He looked at the city and said suddenly, "Can you tell me where the mage territories around Constantinople are located?"

This was the first time he spoke on his own initiative in more than ten days, and Emil was quite surprised.

But the surprise turned into surprise. After thinking about it for a moment, Emil pointed and said, "Mage Kalebo's Tower is in the southwest of Constantinople, and Mage Darien's Tower is also in that direction, but it's farther away. Mage Victor's Tower It’s not far from Darien’s Mage Tower, and you can see it looking north from Baron Darien’s Mage Tower, while Baroness Liv’s Mage Tower is built on the water, right in the Golden Horn.”

Having said that, Emir changed the subject, "Speaking of which, do you really not consider selling that troll to me? I'm willing to pay a big price."

Seeing Emil's sincere eyes, Zhong Ye shook his head.

"I appreciate your help, but I still need that troll for something."

Zhong Ye's attitude was firm, and Emil could only sigh deeply.

Forget it, the troll wasn't necessary anyway.

Although he didn't know what Zhong Ye wanted to do, seeing how he looked forward to arriving in Constantinople so much, it should be very important to him.

When the ferry arrived at the port of Constantinople, the appearance of the troll caused another panic, even calling in the Harbor Guard.

The head of the caravan came forward to help negotiate. The Martin family was more or less aristocratic, not to mention that the troll was imprisoned, unable to do anything except eat and drink.

After working for a long time, Zhong Ye finally got the permission, but he only needed a few soldiers to accompany him - this is a living troll, no matter what the officer said, it was impossible for Zhong Ye to take it through Constantinople alone.

The news of the troll's appearance at the port quickly spread throughout most of the city, and soon different versions of rumors emerged.

Many people gathered in the port and the streets, just to catch a glimpse of the rumored living troll and the adventurer who captured the troll alive.

This made it difficult for Zhong Ye and the others to move forward. Later, the city guards came to support, and Zhong Ye was able to leave the city before night fell.

After thanking the city guards at the city gate, Zhong Ye waved his whip to make the cart move slowly.

The majestic city walls were gradually moving away, the sky was getting late, and the number of pedestrians and carriages on the road was also decreasing. Like a river diverging, the cart drove onto the potholed road of Baron Victor.

Under the night, everything fell into darkness.

Only Zhong Ye's eyes were unusually bright.

(End of this chapter)