The blue sky, the dusty roads, and the sound of birdsong and the smell of flowers on the tip of your nose. When the pace of spring quietly came www.biquge.info the whole journey seemed to become beautiful.

After bidding farewell to Leah and leaving the borders of the Duchy of Lothair, Loren Turin finally set out on his way to Ebolden, once again alone.

Of course, this was a little bit wrong, because he wasn't technically "alone", and the black-haired wizard turned his head slightly, glancing at the exquisitely crafted four-wheeled carriage behind him, his dark pupils vaguely seeing the sight of someone peeping at him.

It was a small caravan, with a dozen horseback guards, plus attendant servants and men, the size of a few dozen people, and it looked no different from the caravans that usually appeared in the markets near villages and towns.

Just after leaving the last town of the Duchy of Lothair, the black-haired wizard who stumbled upon them heard that he was going to Ebolden, so he was hired by them as a wandering knight and became a caravan guard.

Glancing at the bulging linen pouch at his waist, the weight alone was beyond imagination - Loren had been a wandering knight with Leonardo Turin for two years, and so many silver coins were enough to hire two or three more mercenaries.

So the other party is definitely not just because of the wandering knights, they must have other reasons for wanting to hire themselves, but they are not clear for the time being.

However, considering that the salary is so good, and he is also going to Ebolden, it will definitely save a lot of trouble if he follows a caravan than on the road alone, and Loren, who seems to have no reason to refuse, agrees.

After leaving the Duchy of Lothair, even the weather seemed to be much better than before, and the cloudless clear sky for several days made Loren's mood much more comfortable.

"It's astonishing, my dear Loren, that you can be so unsuspecting?"

The scarlet eyes of the black-feathered eagle on his shoulders blinked and hairy, and a very clear "voice" appeared in Loren's mind - it seemed that after devouring part of Metzka's consciousness, Asriel suddenly possessed this ability, and could communicate with himself even in the form of a bird.

"I beg your pardon for my words, but even the most heartless fellow can tell that the caravan leader who hired you must know that you are a wizard, and you will still agree to him?"

"Of course I do, but so what?" replied Loren, who was on his horse, in a lazy whisper, "If a certain black-feathered eagle can somehow embody its value as a 'bird', we don't have to follow them to worry about getting lost!"

“...... It's really just as you expected, complaining about people has become your habit. ”

Although the bird was expressionless, Loren seemed to be able to see the aggrieved look on a teenager's face - well, but this had become a habit.

The black-haired wizard curled the corners of his mouth slightly, in fact, whether he was lost or not was not the most important thing, the real reason why he agreed to the other party was because this was a caravan from Ebolden, and they were actually going back.

In other words, if all goes well, Loren could get a lot of information from the caravan before he arrived at Ebolden. And if you enter Ebolden as a caravan escort, you can save a lot of unnecessary trouble, and you just need to do your job as a guard.

The rumors heard from the caravan guards in the past few days alone have corrected many of Loren's past misconceptions - yes, Ebolden is a city of wizards, but it is never the wizards who really rule the city, but a group of powerful nobles.

Some of these families have fleets capable of ocean trade, some control the city's workshops and chambers of commerce, and some are the leaders of certain mercenary groups...... To put it simply, this is a group of rich and powerful people who control the whole of Ebolden.

These nobles had deep pockets and influence in all corners of Ebolden, and all the wizards who had completed their studies had to find one of their families to be their patron if they wanted to have a place in the city, otherwise they had no future.

There's nothing wrong with this – research in any discipline is expensive, and a lab can't be kept running without a stable and lucrative source of income.

Not to mention that this is also the place with the most wizards in the Sackland Empire, you can imagine how far the competition between wizards will go, it is definitely a level of life and death.

But again, there are some of the most generous patrons in the empire - and it is conceivable that these nobles will not skimp on their gold to fund wizards who are useful to them, as long as they can turn their research into tangible results and make huge profits.

"Do you know what that means?" said Loren, who laughed as if talking to himself.

"Because research that can be turned into money can be funded, and the unlikely ones will be discarded?" Asriel's "naïve" tone sounded in his head, "What a ...... Cold yet realistic place. ”

"It's also a place full of dreams, opportunities and adventures. Loren sighed with some emotion: "I can understand why Eberden became the city of wizards, and why Abbot Peter had to leave and run to the wilderness of Wimpal to open an academy. ”

What Peter longed for was free research and not subject to any interference, and if it was at Eberden, he would certainly not find anyone willing to fund him, and what could he dream of without enough money?

Suddenly there was the sound of horses' hooves at the front of the queue, and the caravan that was already moving gradually slowed down. Loren, who had some experience, knew that this was the place where the pathfinders had found a place to camp.

It didn't take long for the caravan to come to the bank of a small stream, and near it there was a small forest and a flat open field. Several wagons formed a circle on the grass, and the surrounding caravan guards began to set up makeshift camps, apparently preparing to spend the night here.

Collect firewood, set up tents, pack your belonging, and take care of the horses...... The black-haired wizard, who was also once an acolyte, was familiar with these things, and even somewhat nostalgic, remembering the precarious days of more than two years when he used to follow the old knight.

"It's Lord Loren Turin, right?"

The middle-aged man's voice came from behind him, and Loren, who was still busy setting up the tent, looked back at the other party in surprise - he had heard the footsteps of this man since just now, and he was still being reminded over and over again by a teenager suspected of having "persecution paranoia".

"What do you have to order?" With a formulaic smile, Loren asked the caravan leader, "If it's a campfire, I'll go collect firewood when the tent is finished......"

"No, no, no, you're completely misunderstood, I'm not here to tell you to do the menial work. The leader of the caravan, whose cheeks were slightly chubby, waved his hand very kindly: "I came to ask you for something, and I also hope that you can agree." ”

"Ask me something, please?" Loren raised an eyebrow, "Can you ask what it is?"

"Uh...... I'm very sorry for this, but I can only tell you if you promised me. ”

"Don't be fooled! he must be trying to do it!" Asriel's excited voice shouted in Loren's head, "Trust me Loren, this is a trap, you must not listen to him, or it will be over!"

I believe you, that's the real end...... Loren, who snorted coldly, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

"Excuse me, may I ask what you just said?" the caravan leader asked cautiously, "If you really can't, then don't bother you......"

"No, I mean I agreed. The black-haired wizard who spoke slowly smiled and nodded: "Since I have been hired by you, then the employer's will is my will."

So, can you tell me what's going on now?"