The inconsequential episode passed quickly, and by the time the convoy was finished, the entire caravan slowly wriggled like a centipede crawling on the ground, accompanied by the sound of "squeak, squeak" axles.

Renard rode at the end of the caravan, while the drunken Cliver sat staggering on the front wagon, looking as if he was going to fall at any moment.

The caravan was moving very slowly, and Renard looked back at the wilderness manor, but to find that they had only walked less than two miles.

Perhaps this is the truest adventure life, he thought.

It was not until the afternoon that the caravan arrived at Fort Saint-Brieux, but the merchants did not choose to cross the town in order to escape the high tolls.

Renard breathed a sigh of relief silently, looking at the town that had disappeared on the horizon again, and a little sigh filled his heart.

Immediately, I don't know when I will be able to come back, maybe when I am successful in my studies, or when Hammiton is dying, or if I die outside and never come back.

If he could, one day he would be tired, tired, tired of wandering, and would come back here to spend the rest of his life in peace.

Leaving Fort St. Brieu, the caravan slowly picked up speed, and the horses even began to trot, not too fast, but much better than before.

But after all, there was no smooth stone road, and the old and weak women and children in the carriage almost vomited out their bitter gall, and the smell of sausages, dried fruits, and bacon mixed with the smell of sweat and vomit made Renard, who was far away, feel very sick to his stomach.

The caravan arrived in the evening at some unknown ruined village so that the people would not be left camping in the wilderness.

Sleeping in the wild is extremely dangerous, because you don't know when a few monsters will suddenly come out of nowhere and take your own life.

The village is very desolate, and the people who live here are either old people or children, and the little enterprising young adults will not choose to die here.

Seeing the caravan entering, the villagers were not surprised or panicked, and even some women and elderly people took out things they thought were valuable to trade with the merchants.

Renard rolled over and dismounted and moved his arm a few times, only to feel extremely sore, more than ten times more tired than fighting with the ground elf.

The caravansera's handymen did their jobs, some sorting goods, some cooking in pots, and the old and weak women and children who wanted to make a living elsewhere sat around the carriage and munched on dry rye bread.

The adventurer Cliffor took out jerky and ale and feasted on it, and in the distance, several snotty children with rye bread in their hands stared at him, saliva almost dripping onto the surface of his feet.

Maybe he was a little uncomfortable being stared at, he pretended to scare the other party fiercely, and the startled children buried their heads in the arms of their elders, and their thin bodies trembled with each other.

Renard shook his head and smiled, took a few pieces of jerky from the package and tossed them to the children, then combed the horse's hair on his own.

Cliffor first glanced at Renard's horse with envy on his face, and then sneered, "Barren land needs no mercy. ”

Renard raised a frown, but did not answer.

Pity? Perhaps!

The other party didn't see what the scum Renard did in Fort Saint-Brieu, otherwise he would never have said this.

The rest of the journey was extremely boring, there was nothing unusual on the road, and it was not difficult for Renard to kill the goblins and goblin bandits, but Cliffor continued to ask the merchants for rewards as if he had made a great achievement, and the other party had a lot of headaches.

On the evening of the sixth day, Renard again beheaded more than a dozen goblins, until the last goblin fell to the ground, and he had killed one hundred and fifty-three goblins.

"Turn!" he said, retracting his sword from its scabbard and taking a deep breath.

Complete the Kill Mission: Kill a hundred goblins and be rewarded with a little potential, with a completion rate of 153%. ”

"Ding! Over-complete the task and reward a random attribute. ”

This was Renard's first mission on his own, and it took six days, and the harvest could only be described as so-so.

Open the system interface.

"Host Attributes, Strength: Twelve (plus five), Dexterity: Seventeen, Intelligence: Fourteen, Charisma: Thirteen, Potential: One, Unassigned Skill Points: Two. ”

"The skill level of the host strength system is, Iron Bone: Four, Attack: Four, Precision: Four. ”

"The skill level of the host agility system is, Horsemanship: Five, Martial Skill: Six, Control: Six. ”

"The skill level of the host intelligence department is, Douqi Usage: Zero, Unforgettable: Fourteen, Tactical Command: Zero"

"The skill level of the host charisma system is, Domination: four, Valor: four, and frequent death: four. ”

Obviously, random attribute points are added to the most useless charm, and Renard has no other way but to secretly cry out pity, adding potential points to strength, and skill points to iron bones and domination.

"Host Attributes, Strength: Thirteen (plus five), Dexterity: Seventeen, Intelligence: Fourteen, Charisma: Thirteen, Potential: Zero, Unassigned Skill Points: Zero. ”

"The skill level of the host strength system is, Iron Bone: Five, Strong Attack: Four, Precision: Four. ”

"The skill level of the host agility system is, Horsemanship: Five, Martial Skill: Six, Control: Six. ”

"The skill level of the host intelligence department is, Douqi Usage: Zero, Unforgettable: Fourteen, Tactical Command: Zero"

"The skill level of the host charisma system is, Domination: Five, Valor: Four, Frequent Death: Four. ”

He then exited the system and began to clean up the battlefield.

On the twenty-fourth day of departure from Fort Saint-Brieu, the city of plenty was in sight, arriving four days later than expected.

On the carriage in front of the caravan, Cliffor spoke eloquently: "The City of Plenty is the third largest city in the southern wilderness, with a permanent population of more than 34,000. ”

Just as the Duke of Duncan is called a barren land, the Southern Wasteland, which is also resource-scarce, prefers to call it the Great Southern Wasteland.

In fact, during the reign of the Åleholz dynasty, the Southern Wasteland and the Barren Lands were always places of exile for criminals, and of course they are now, and it is not an exaggeration to call them barren.

Due to the lack of seafaring trade in the kingdom of Arthur, the area closer to the center of the land became more developed.

That is to say, the barrenness here is not accidental, but a historical necessity.

Coliver's mouth hung like a river, and he stunned the poor people who had never been far away.

Renard pouted disdainfully, he had been to a city of 30 million people, how could he be surprised by this, so he sneered without saltiness: "Except that it is larger than Fort St. Brieu, there is nothing special." ”

Cliver shrugged his shoulders awkwardly and opened the conversation again: "If you can go to the capital of the kingdom and have a look, you will know what prosperity is." ”

Reynard gave a rare look of curiosity: "Has Mr. Cleaver been to the capital?"

"Of course I've been. Clifford suddenly came to his senses, as if he was dozens of years younger: "I was still very young ......"