"You mean the carriage?"

The leader of the caravan was startled by the sudden appearance of Loren, swallowed his saliva and stared at him: "No, nothing, it's just some broken promises and spices, and nothing special, is there anything wrong?"

"Nothing, just asking. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Shrugging his shoulders slightly, the black-haired wizard didn't go any further: "You don't have to tell me everything, Your Excellency. ”

It's just a few dead bighorn deer, and it's impossible to attract hundreds of ghouls, or even attack humans for food—there's definitely something else in the camp that attracts these monsters.

And there should be nothing else that can catch their attention except the contents of these carriages. Now that the caravan has left the Duchy of Lothair, it can still be attacked by ghouls, proving that these monsters have followed all the way, and not that there is a lair of their nest somewhere nearby.

But there was no point in continuing to ask, and Loren glanced slightly at the leader of the caravan, who was still staring at him warily - even if he asked, he probably wouldn't have spoken.

Obviously, this caravan is not what I imagined, and it seems to hide a lot of secrets. The black-haired wizard sighed softly, since a long time ago, not once his long journey had been smooth sailing.

Could it be that Asriel is actually some kind of evil god of bad luck, or a weird goblin that will suck someone else's luck?

"Dear Loren, how can you slander me like that?" the young man's unhappy voice sounded in his head.

"Can you hear me thinking?"

"No, you've probably never noticed, every time you want to complain about me, it's all the same expression. ”

“......”

"What do you think we should do now?" the caravan leader looked at Loren hopefully, and the caravan guards around him gathered together. After a few words of entanglement with a certain teenager, Loren hurriedly spoke:

"Ghouls are social creatures, so there must be temporary nests of them around here, and if we can find them, we can wipe them all out at once.

Of course, it's dangerous - it's getting dark, and these monsters have very good night vision, and if we're not careful, they'll catch and eat them one by one, after all, there are hundreds of them, several times the number of us.

The other option is for us to travel overnight and get out of here as soon as possible. These monsters are not adapted to the environment outside of the Duchy of Lothair, and they will not continue to catch up for a while. ”

Speaking of this, Loren, who looked at the caravan leader intentionally or unintentionally, deliberately raised his voice: "What's more, since we have found the reason why they are chasing us, we just need to discard the carcasses of these bighorn deer." ”

"Yes, yes, just throw these corpses away. The leader of the caravan nodded again and again, and looked at the dead bighorn deer with pity, and gritted his teeth fiercely: "Break off their horns, and throw away the remaining carrion, it's not worth a lot of money anyway!"

The surrounding caravan guards breathed a sigh of relief, glad they didn't have to fight these damn monsters - even if they knew they were afraid of fire, that didn't mean they weren't scary.

As for Loren, he could use the "Turin Fire" to directly blow up these ghouls and their nests into the sky, but since the other party didn't ask for it, he was also happy to be idle. The aftermath of defeating Metzka made it a bit of a struggle for him to use such a high-level spell.

What's more, since even Asrael sensed some kind of danger, a certain degree of vigilance was necessary. Hiding some strength when it is unnecessary may well save your life at a critical moment.

At the suggestion of the black-haired wizard, the leader of the caravan, who had made up his mind, finally chose to travel overnight. The surrounding men and servants immediately began to pack their things, and the caravan guards who had just finished the battle also quickly put away their tents, packed their luggage and prepared to leave.

A busy afternoon's work was wasted, but it was nothing compared to fighting a bunch of man-eating monsters. After cleaning the camp, the caravan set off again, with the moon already hanging in the sky.

As night wore on, the caravan guards on horseback lit their torches and circled the sides of the wagon, with the delicate four-wheeled carriage leading the way.

This surprised Loren a little, generally speaking, the carriage of the caravan master is not always close to the middle, what should I do if I walk in front and accidentally encounter a trap or something?

Before he could ask, the four ornaments on the roof of the carriage, which were suspected to be oil lamps, suddenly burst into a dazzling white light, and the originally dark road immediately became like daylight.

"Firefly Spell"?!

"You probably haven't seen it, it's called a fluorite lamp, a new thing that appeared more than a year ago. Seeing that Loren was stunned, the leader of the caravan leaned up on an old horse, and smiled proudly: "It is now an important commodity for the Corona family, and many nobles from other places have placed orders for our workshop. ”

"Even that Archduke Fried of Lothair, we're here to deliver to him, including twenty fluorite lamps!"

Looking at the other party's proud expression, Loren's attention was completely attracted by those few fluorite lamps - locking low-level spells on items, even in a completely new way, it was like opening a new mode!

Although Loren seems to know a little about alchemy, it is certain that the makers of this thing have somehow completely distorted the lamp by the power of the void, and even formed a set "spell" that can be used with a few simple triggers.

In a sense, his "bright silver" is also based on the same principle, but the form of application is very different.

"What a masterpiece!"

"When you get to Ebotden, you'll see even more bizarre things. Who knows what those wizards have made in the past few months?" the caravan leader waved his hand excitedly: "Oh, I really don't have a good memory. You must be going to Ebolden for something like that, right?"

"For the sake of ...... Something like that?" Loren pretended to be puzzled.

"Don't sell it, Lord Loren Turin, this is nothing new in Ebolden - before the next full moon, the midsummer festival, the genius alchemist of the Bellini family, Aalto, will hold a banquet in front of the Great Library Tower, and countless wizards will come to see the handsome face of this genius!"

"Really?"

"Hmm...... In fact, it is almost the same as the one who came to curse him and dismantle the stage, after all, he alone compared half of the wizards of Eberden, and the rest has long been buried in the ground, hahahahaha......" The kind-looking slightly chubby middle-aged man laughed loudly.

"But I guess that Aalto Bellini didn't come to hold this banquet for any academic exchange, but to take the opportunity to show off and then sell his potion. The leader of the caravan suddenly sighed:

"With this kind of good thing that cures all diseases, the Bellini family will definitely be able to make a lot of money, and maybe they can even get involved with the church royal family or something, and I'm afraid I'll have to find a way to curry favor with them when the time comes. Alas...... Who could have such a genius heir and be lucky enough to come up with this potion!"

The black-haired wizard smiled nondeniably, echoing the slightly chubby middle-aged man, and then moved on to another topic: "Excuse me, how many days are we left from Ebolden?"

"Ebolden? Actually, it's not far away. In the dark light of the silver moonlight, the leader of the caravan pointed to a tall tower towering across the road in the distance, and a faint fire could be seen on the top of the tower.

"See the lighthouse - when we get there and enter the territory of Ebolden, the road will be much easier, and we can follow the paved road all the way to the city!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man with a very excited expression looked at Loren: "Are you in such a hurry because you have friends waiting for you?"

"yes, there's a friend waiting for me. As if remembering something, Loren, who had a playful expression, smiled:

"You can't keep him waiting. ”