Montgomery, who was relatively well fit, was not burdened by the morning's journey, which was a half-circle walk from his home in the mountains, from his home to the edge of his territory.

At this moment, he was lying on the carriage that the cooks had vacated to buy ingredients. I have to say that Montgomery and Mitchelson are brainstorms, and the place where the ingredients are hoarded will definitely be guarded, and it will be suspicious to always hang around the kitchen, and as for maneuvering in an empty carriage, it will be much easier.

His mind still resounds about the argument he had with Mitchelson in the morning.

Whether to use strychnine or poison ginseng, this is a question. Mitchelson plans to use the former, on the grounds that his family had just started a pen carriage business a few years ago, and he really had strychnine on hand to use, and strychnine had a small taste and small size, so it was not easy to be found, and a small amount of it was not harmful to people's bodies, and sometimes it could even be used in medicine.

Montgomery is more inclined to poison ginseng.

Although poisonous ginseng seems to be more poisonous than strychnine, in fact, the toxicity is much smaller than that of strychnine, and a small amount of poisonous ginseng also has no side effects, and he dares to eat it himself. In the mountains of his hometown, some people found poison ginseng to be used as a tranquilizer for some crazy people, and in most cases the effect was good.

Nux nux is different, this thing is a notorious poison, and it is famous in many aristocratic circles. In other words, this is a poison that will be used in the aristocratic circle, and if something goes wrong and it is recognized, there are only a few nobles in this caravan.

Montgomery and Mitchelson talked quietly for a morning without understanding, and finally Mitchelson found the strychnine fruit from the box and handed it to Montgomery.

"It's up to you what you want to use, and everyone will bear it together if something happens. ”

Conan and Amy were also aware of this operation. Montgomery and Mitchelson didn't plan to hide the rest of the brothers from the beginning, and besides, they both lived together, so they couldn't hide it.

Although Amy is a little shy about poisoning, the problem of the caravan's kitchen withholding food is indeed very serious, and there is no need to collect evidence for this, but it is known from the stomachs of those cooks. So after thinking about it for a while, he decided to support it.

Conan looked at the three eldest brothers who were gearing up, the eldest of them was twenty-three years old, and even the younger Mitchelson was nineteen years old, and there was no fourteen or fifteen-year-old here to speak, so of course he was supportive.

The aristocrats of this age still have a sense of honor, at least in terms of protecting the commoners, they are a little stronger than the bureaucrats.

After much consideration, Montgomery dropped a few poisonous ginseng sticks in the carriage.

On the way back, many people who pioneered the convoy saw Montgomery, and they felt good about the nobles from the mountains.

The civilians greeted him warmly, but Montgomery avoided them one by one. This made those commoners feel a little embarrassed, but considering that they are nobles no matter what, of course this kind of small thing of losing face will not be over.

Because there was no cooking in the pot, the caravan had half the time left, and by the time Montgomery returned to the carriage, the caravan guards had already rushed to the village to inform the pioneers of their departure.

Inadvertently, with this flow of people, Montgomery didn't look so conspicuous.

"Is it done?" Mitchelson asked quietly.

Montgomery didn't answer, just nodded slightly.

Montgomery, Mitchelson, and Mino were thrilled by this event for a whole noon and afternoon. The more cautious they were about it, the more excitement in their eyes grew.

As for Conan, he didn't have any other thoughts, he was just glad that no one would be able to eat with him at noon.

The process of caravan travel is often very boring, and at the beginning of the departure, everyone still has some excitement about the unknown, but this excitement is quickly diluted.

Conan stared at his feet boredly, kicking the stone slowly and leisurely. Skilled caravan commanders often tie a bell to their horses so that they can jingle as they walk, not only to check whether the beasts are doing their jobs well, but more importantly, these sounds are somewhat of a concern for those who have traveled long distances. If not, the long journey of several months, which can often take long distances, will really wear down the will of the person.

In this year, it is fortunate that there is a road under the direction of the caravan, and there is no need to think about any reliable entertainment facilities on the way.

It is said that the upper echelons of the empire once had a road construction plan to link several kingdoms to each other, this project covered the four kingdoms, a dozen dukedoms and more than 30 towns, as well as dozens of castles of large and small land vassals, and countless villages passed by, if this project was implemented, most of the people of the Great Prussian Empire could benefit from it, but it may also be because of this, this grand plan was shelved.

As for encountering villages, it was not difficult to meet them, but not every village welcomed outsiders, and in the two days that Conan had passed, they had seen a total of three villages, but only one of the three villages had a village chief who received them, and the other villages almost drove them away with farm tools. This is still a relatively close area to the capital, and when it reaches the borders of the Kingdom of Prussia, it is fortunate that no knights of any tribe have come out to attack the caravan.

This is also inseparable from what domestic long-distance caravans have done in recent years. Most of the people engaged in this business are energetic young men, these young men have choked enough on the road, there must be a place to release, and many villages have been destroyed when the caravans have just begun to run in various places. Either there was an inexplicable lack of livestock in the family, or the daughter had a big belly shortly after the merchant who had just borrowed it left the house. Over time, there are no villages willing to entertain merchants casually, unless the village really can't open the pot and it's time to run out of stock.

Conan kicks the pebbles under his feet, which is already his only pleasure on the road.

Conan had some whimsical thoughts: if it weren't for the fact that his childhood life was quite lonely, maybe he would be on the verge of collapse now because of this boring life.

Although it's pretty much the same now.

It wasn't until the sun was setting in the west that the leader of the caravan who was at the forefront finally stopped his horse, and most of the people in the whole pioneer group let out a heartfelt cheer.

Most of these displaced people only saw the benefits promised by the government, and rushed to it, completely unaware of such a tortuous experience.

Yes, twists, twists and turns for Conan, and for these outcast pioneers, it was a disaster.

Unlike the noisy atmosphere of the previous breaks, after a short cheer, most of the homeless people on foot chose to remain silent, but now the rest time is so precious that many people have begun to realize the importance of conserving their energy.

In any case, by the time the cooks of the caravan put the pot up, the pioneer team had somewhat regained some popularity. The outcasts watched the heat coming out of the cauldron, unlike Conan, who could often stock up on other food, and that was their only hope of survival.

Under the command of the master, several men took the prepared ingredients from the carriage. These men were recruited by merchants from the homeless people, and these men were poorly fed, and they were given an extra loaf of bread a day, which was in the good interest of the chief.

Mitchelson was also tired enough, but he still managed to go to a position near the cauldron and sit down, as if to see how the chef cooked.

The cook doesn't care, anyway, this kind of ability to cook a big pot of rice is not a thing for him to settle down, let people learn it, and he also knows Mitchelsen's identity, it is not easy to learn to cook. But for the sake of safety, he still called in the two caravan cooks who had been following him all the time (because of the recruitment of new workers, the original guys were naturally promoted).

"Keep your eyes peeled, and watch out for trouble he gets us. ”

The assistant chef also knew that Mitchelson was a toss-up, so he nodded cautiously, indicating that he must be optimistic about him. But after such a toss, it is inevitable that the work in hand is a little lax, as if when processing the vegetables that have just been collected from the village today, I accidentally skipped something and chopped them into the pot along with the vegetables.

All this was clearly seen in Mitchelson's eyes. He struggled to get up from the place where he had just squatted, and the long-term load and the sudden downfall just now made him feel that his feet were a little numb, as if he was walking on cotton, and he was not very steady, but his heart was happy.

Before he could get under the carriage, his triumph was clearly seen by the three accomplices standing on the side of the carriage waiting for the result.

Seeing that it was done, Montgomery rushed over excitedly and hugged Mitchelson, because it was not good to make any sound, the two had to hold each other and stomp their feet, the joy of the two young men was overflowing, and the two excited hearts beat out in their chests.

Although Mino was also happy, he lowered his head and smiled secretly for a while, but he still maintained basic restraint. Whether it's poisoning or waiting for the poisoned drug to go to the pot, it's only part of the plan. Waiting until the chef has eaten all these things, after the onset of the disease, is the climax of the performance.

Mino was not only a preparatory priest who graduated from the town's mission school, but also a listed doctor in the pioneer team.

This is something that cannot be helped, there are too few high-level talents with knowledge in these years, and a number of educational resources are monopolized in the hands of the Holy See and the nobles, so the nobles in these teams often wear multiple hats.

For example, Mitchelson and "Conan, who claimed to be sixteen years old", were appointed as clerks of the pioneer team because they had mastered reading and writing, and as for Montgomery, although he didn't say that he had any special skills, the official in charge of the rank at that time only glanced at it and knew that if this caravan encountered any accidents, this figure was a person who could help, so he happily reported him to the position of "Imperial Knight".

When the vegetable soup for dinner was about to start serving in limited quantities, Conan deliberately ran over to take a closer look, probably because Conan was not tall, and the people in the kitchen did not notice that their behavior was seen by a child.

When the soup in the pot was almost cooked, the chef and several assistant cooks exchanged glances, first one person accidentally threw the prepared "dirty" into the pot, and then the chef hurriedly fished out the dirty things, and when fishing, some of the more viscous parts of the pot precipitated in the pot inadvertently ran into the pot used by the cooks to eat.

Civilians will not squeak if they find out in time, because they have already sharpened their sharpness in the wandering life of the city. As for the stewards of the caravan, as long as the cooks don't go too far, they won't care about them, and as long as they don't starve to death, they won't care at all.

Conan, who watched this scene, thought of the broth he had drunk that was so thin that he could see a human figure, and he suddenly became angry. He slipped out of the cooking place and ran out, and even as he was leaving, he mentioned a piece of grass intentionally or unintentionally, causing a rustling sound.

In the end, it was Mitchelson who shook Conan's hand and said to him comfortingly: "Don't worry too much, these people are about to be punished." That's when Conan's bad mood recovered somewhat.

Sure enough, that night, a few men who were helping in the kitchen hurriedly knocked on the carriage where Conan lived, and they touched their faces with sweat, and said, "Lord monk, please go and have a look, Lord Del is sick!"

Amy just looked at the book in her hand with the candle that Mitchelson generously contributed, and only after a while did she slowly raise her head: "Lord Del, why don't I remember that there is such a person in our team? Maybe our two clerks have heard of it?"

Mitchell shook his head cooperatively, indicating that he didn't know anything.

Conan, on the other hand, used silence to represent his attitude.

"Del?"

Montgomery continued, "That doesn't sound like a noble surname. You don't just want someone to come to Mistress Amy, I can tell you, it's not in order!"

Several of the guys who helped the cook were frightened by this play, and before they wiped off the hot sweat that had just come out of their heads, they hung up a layer of cold sweat. They didn't understand how the cook on this team had suddenly become an outsider in just a few minutes.