The muse leaned quietly on the side of the carriage, half-bowed head as if he was thinking, his eyes had a constantly changing brilliance, and the visual signals transmitted by multiple pre-buried arcane eyes were received by Illya and Elijah, and after special treatment, they directly formed an immersive effect, allowing him to clearly see everything that was happening.

When he discovers that a legendary Elven Ranger has appeared outside the cave through the pre-planted Mystic Eye, the Muse knows it's time to slip away - since the Precursors have arrived, the army must follow!

And with Muse's own understanding of the elves' temperament, he didn't think that these elves who came to rescue Freya would have a good impression of him, even if he really saved Freya, a noble elven princess!

It can be said that it is merciless to expel away from the people mercilessly, and the most likely thing is to kill people directly on the spot!

Therefore, after leaving a few image clones created by the mirror shadow technique in place to fool Freya, Muse directly used the shadow technique to sneak away with Luden and Lu into the shadow plane.

I don't care about the traces left behind, and if anyone can find him with those traces, then it's also very good at letting the guy who comes to the door evaporate the muse in the world most efficiently......

After about five kilometers of travel, Muse quickly finished casting the shadow spell and emerged from the shadows with Ludon and Lu, who had reached the edge of the forest, near Yorktown.

The next thing is even simpler, just blend in with many caravans and camp that is almost three times the size, then finding three people in a mixed camp is almost like looking for a needle in a haystack!

There were not only human members in those caravans that traveled north and south all the year round, at least the muses could see dwarves, half-orcs, half-elves, halflings and other distinctive figures in the camp at a glance, and the weapons and armor that did not leave their bodies proved that most of them were caravan guards.

The negotiation was done by the muse, who only revealed his identity as a mage, said that he was willing to pay the caravan, hoped that he and his partner would follow the caravan together, and then left when they reached the next town, and then after some negotiations, he blended into a medium-sized caravan very smoothly.

Walking together is something that caravans often encounter.

There can be many dangers in the wilderness, and both townspeople and travelers will choose to follow the caravan after leaving their place of residence, visiting relatives and friends, transporting goods and carrying gifts, and occasionally making some extra money.

Bringing your own dry food to follow the caravan is usually enough for one or two silver shields, and if there is a request, such as the need to provide mounts, the charge will be higher.

Of course, the muse would not tell the person he interacted with, the owner of the caravan, a bearded middle-aged man, he was actually a hint of suggestion, and the muse buried a hint in his heart, so that he felt that the danger of the muse and his party was very low, so that they could get involved......

And now, the muse was silently watching everything that was happening in the distance with a few pre-planted arcane eyes, Freya's departure, the arrival of the elves, and the speech of Ansettitrina.

"Would you like to try the special jam made by the sweet wine?"

"It tastes great!"

A brown clay pot suddenly appeared in front of the muse, which was half-filled with purple jam and exuded a rich aroma that made the muse swallow and then break away from the vision of the arcane eye.

"Thank you very much, and may the eyes of the halfling goddess Yodala be on your good deeds. ”

Looking at the halfling wanderer in front of him, who was less than a meter old and called himself "Sweet Wine", the Muse thanked him, and took out two pieces of oat bread with both hands, and let the sweet wine take out a spoonful of jam with a wooden spoon and pour it on one of them.

The two pieces of oatmeal bread rubbed against each other a few times, so that the jam spread evenly and spread a thin layer, and the muse took a light bite, and suddenly a rich aroma rushed to the taste buds.

Chewing slowly on the oatmeal bread in his mouth, the muse couldn't help but nod his head, a look of satisfaction on his face.

And looking at the look of satisfaction on the muse's face, the sweet wine seemed to be quite proud: "Hmph!"

"It's delicious, this is a jam I made with a secret recipe from special wild grapes picked in the wild, and it takes three months to ferment in one jar......"

When it comes to eating and cooking, mulled wine seems to be able to go on and on for a long time.

Diminutive, with red cheeks, straight black hair, a broad face, bright eyes, and a large mouth accustomed to smiling and enjoying food, Mulled has the standard appearance of a halfling, and the close-fitting leather armor, dagger, and crossbow indicate that he is a qualified wanderer, at least the Muse estimates that he has eight wanderer class ranks.

"But ......"

"It's not wise to let him test me, or to find out the news......"

Out of the corner of his eye, the Muse glanced at a strong man who seemed to be secretly giving a look at Sweet Wine, a Northland man in half-body armor, with a Chinese face, about two meters high, a resolute complexion, a light shield on his back, and a little solidified and faint blood on the blade of the long sword at his waist - from this point of view, he did not seem to be a character to be trifled with.

"Ah, Orrm, I remember you introducing yourself like this. ”

"You are a nobleman, or the son of a wealthy merchant, and your palms do not have any calluses, and you are fair-skinned and delicate-skinned, and it seems that you have not undergone any combat training or hard work at all. ”

After talking a lot about his understanding of cooking, Sweet Wine seemed to finally remember his purpose, and said sharply.

"Hehe, I'm amazed by your keen observation,"

"I am indeed a nobleman from the southern city of Deira, and I have come to the Northlands to find a friend of mine in the Mage Federation......

"I didn't expect to get to the neighborhood by boat, but I was forced to dock and had to go by land......"

Then, the muse pointed to Ludon and Lu, and continued,

"And they ......"

"It's my entourage, but I prefer to call them buddies......"

“......”

Babbling, the muse is like a first-time person who is away from home, as if he has no precautions to pour a sieve to reveal his bottom clean.

"Oh, I see......"

The sweet wine did not change color, and the topic changed again and was brought to other places.

After about ten minutes of conversation, Sweet Wine said goodbye to the muse, turned a few corners, and then ran into a priestess behind a carriage.

She was dressed in silver chain mail and clerical robes with a traveler's backpack, the emblem of Evangela, the god of freedom and adventure.

"What he said was true. ”

"At least, that's what the magic 'Detecting Lies' told me. ”

The emblem held by the priestess shone slightly

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