It was a young man dressed as a ranger riding a sturdy zebra. This horse is a heavy cavalry military horse, and there is no doubt that anyone who is a horse lover can tell at a glance that this piebald heavy cavalry military horse has a noble and pure bloodline.

The young ranger was preparing to say goodbye to the caravan men and the caravan dart masters, as they had successfully passed the mountain rock pass, which was guarded and garrisoned by dwarven warriors wearing taran helmets.

The head of the caravan was a bald-headed one-eyed dragon riding a grey white steppe horse, and the only remaining eye beside the black blindfold always had an uncertain light, and it looked calm, sophisticated, and slightly mysterious, but it was undoubtedly 'confiding' to his fellow men and dart masters about the origin of the goods he was transporting—not so above board.

His face seemed to be full of reluctance, and he was riding his horse towards the young man dressed as a ranger, "Hey, my buddy—Rog Tham. Good horse, good sword, with a good man. ”

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Arnault, but what's the matter? We seem to have terminated the contract, this is the destination we agreed before, I took your money, and you and your dart masters passed through the mountain rock pass smoothly, and our business seems to have ended here. The young ranger named Roger Tim stroked his mount, the sturdy spotted heavy horse.

"Ah, of course, we all know, I have to thank you for your kind help, we have never passed through the mountain rock pass so smoothly before, if it weren't for you, maybe I would have to pay a lot of gold, those dwarves can be as tight as the checkpoint guards set up in the royal city of Palma in the Kingdom of Limston." Arno's face was full of smiles, and it was clear that he was asking for the young ranger named Rogge in front of him, "Look, Mr. Rogge, because of this, I have paid you double. ”

"Thank you for your generosity, generous people are really! That's a good pay—but I'm sorry, it seems that our paths don't quite coincide, and I'm not going to visit Ironken Estomu on a stone bench, I'm going to Port Havalo instead of Tekken and Havrin Castle where you're going. It's time for us to go our separate ways here. Rog replied with a smile to the one-eyed Arno, his right hand raising his horsewhip, "May Arcana wish you all the best of luck, I think I have to say goodbye." ”

"Hey, hey! Wait, Roger Tem, my good Mr. Rogge. Don't rush to leave just yet. Arno's only eye flickered with excitement, almost glittering, and he excitedly grabbed Rogge's hand as he raised his whip, "Because we worked together for the first time, I kept an eye on it. But I'm actually very straightforward, since we worked together very happily before, I'll tell you the truth, in fact, what we claim to the outside world is indeed to take the Iron Fist and Haflin Castle line, but our purpose is just to enter the customs. Hey, businessman, you have to keep a little foundation for yourself, don't you say? ”

"So, your cargo isn't something that comes from a bright place." Rogge stared intently at the only remaining eye of the one-eyed Arno, his right hand quietly pressed the one-handed long sword in the scabbard, "The atmosphere is a little cold. ”

"Mr. Roger Tym is still clever and clever enough to tell at a glance where we come from, but there is really nothing else to be done, and legitimate merchants want to transport goods from Parma to Havalo or Tekkenke, or even further afield to the city of Nildagon in Erwinia - I will do the math, and we will avoid the dangerous sea routes. If you go by land, you have to pay a carriage of 10 gold coins of Forestton for transporting it from the royal city of Palma, and I have 5 wagons of goods here, that is, 50 gold coins, and you can go to the town of White along the main road of the royal city, although the entry and exit taxes of the town of White are only less than half of the entry and exit taxes of the royal city of Palma, but you also have to pay the import and export customs duties of nearly 24 gold coins. As for Yafen to the east of White Town, he still has to borrow Douniermont, or Entle to the south has to pass through Woodbank, well, after paying the money and leaving, he finally passed the nightmare level but had to enter the Al Ain dynasty or Erwinia, ah, layer upon layer of checkpoints, layer upon layer of checkpoints! By then, the honest and somewhat stupid merchants would have to be blackmailed by the rocks of the rocks or the long ears of Baron Wood, Sheffield. Hey, if you add it all up into a single shipment, a single needle can sell you a silver coin. In short, whether you believe it or not, we believe it anyway. The one-eyed Arnault seemed to be well aware of the intricate blackmail charged by these nobles, and his tone was disdainful.

"Recently, however, a new policy has been enacted in Jaffenburg. I went to Jaffen, and I happened to see the new deal on Jaffenburg Square. However, the new policy will indeed protect and incentivize normal merchant trade. Rogge nodded slightly, his right hand gripped the reins again.

"Oh, we don't know about that, but even if we did, it had nothing to do with caravans like ours, we never passed through Jarfenburg, but only through the Badlands of Perland, which he would never manage. However, if this new policy can protect and encourage the merchants of Yafen, it will not be a good thing, of course, it is only a good thing for the merchants of Yafen. That way, ah, it gives us a little more competitors, don't you think? However, in my eyes, the merchants of Yafen are just 'seedlings and grass, and the wind blows and bends their waists'. The one-eyed Arno made a gesture of disinterest, speaking extremely quickly, and did not seem to pay much attention to Rogge's words.

"I think I'm starting to take a little interest in what you have to say, maybe I'll be able to dig up a pot of gold from you." Rogge, who was riding on the spotted horse, leaned forward slightly, "Mr. Arnault, it's been a messy year. ”

"Presumably Mr. Rog must have come from the Knight's Valley, and the rise and fall of Yafen is indeed very relevant to your place. I've been to you before, and I know that there are many professional rangers like you in that dangerous checkpoint, who ostensibly care about the well-being of the people, but still serve themselves. Then again, we Trians have always been chaotic, and these days you have to have people, weapons, horses, and gold, and you're the one! One-eyed Arno gave Rogge a thumbs up, "You're right, it's been a messy year!" ”

"It seems that we feel the same way, didn't you hire these dart masters just to prevent the goods from being robbed by those green forest robbers who have nothing and are desperate?" Rogge gestured to the horseback riders behind the one-eyed Arno, the amateurs with Entel's bow and White spear.

"I'm not afraid of the people, I'm afraid of the nobles robbing, but the commoners can play the family card, don't you say? You're a ranger, don't you hear the grievances of the civilians? I don't like to be too mercenary, and if I meet poor people, I will always give them some things that I can't use in the caravan for the time being and can't sell, but there are too many poor people on this continent to take care of them all. But I know a lot of poor people who have thrown their pants along the way, but they are actually good helpers and good eyeliner in our business. They can go all the way to the dark, but they are our friends. The one-eyed Arno showed a gentle expression, and he blew softly, "Some time ago, I heard that a war broke out between Entre and Yafin, and there was already a mess outside the city of Entre, and I heard that the Earl of Yafenburg, oh, seems to be a young man, in short, about your age, that guy ran faster than a rabbit with a remnant." These days, that's all it takes to fight! I also heard that the guy took a ridiculous "Title Permit" from the king, and ran to help Segal II as a spearman, I said, it must have been carried away by pride! A damn war that hurts both sides. Luckily, our informant provided us with information, and we were able to change our route at short notice. ”

"Maybe you'll be preyed upon by the thirsty red boar?" Roger Tym continued to stroke the zebra's neat, supple mane.

"Yes, the Earl of Affenburg is not a forage horse, but I guess that guy may be cowering in the castle of Buffen, and has issued a new policy, and he has figured out how to treat his people well for a while!" One-eyed Arno clapped his hands, "None of them can catch our tails, though. Only they are doing their own business at a loss! ”

"Maybe so." Rogge's eyes flickered slightly, "I feel like I've accepted the invitation to walk with you. I'm tired of being a ranger. I admire you, Mr. Arnault. ”

"There are many benefits to having an open and honest conversation, and I appreciate you, Mr. Roger Tham! Our smuggling caravan welcomes your nod of approval and wants to figure out the transfer! I'm welcoming you to my ranks with open arms! At least I recognize your ability to get us through this mountain and rock pass. Arnault the One-Eyed seemed to be very talkative, smiling and spreading his hands to welcome Rogge home.

"Thank you." Rogge smiled and nodded in response.

"Mr. Rogge, I can see that you are particularly concerned about the affairs of the Uffenburg. Presumably, you must have relatives or experienced something in Yafen. Arnaud, the bald one-eyed dragon, narrowed his last remaining eye into a slit.

"Yes, my relatives are courtiers in the court of Earl Yafen." Rogge replied thoughtfully, Arno the One-Eyed.

"Oh? Are you a relative of the brother-in-law of the powerful minister of Yafen, Resar Don? It's terrible. I mean, a Ranger has such a good horse with such a thoroughbred blood! Arno's eyes widened, "No wonder you were able to lead us through the rocky pass heavily guarded by the dwarf rocks. They still have that little awe for Ressatt Don. ”

"Yes, I am a cousin of Reysatt Don's brother-in-law." Rogge nodded affirmatively, "However, it seems that Ressatt Tang is no longer Yafen's minister, and my relatives are also sorry, I heard that he is also doing some shady things." ”

"Dirty deeds? Come on! Mr. Rogge! It's nothing worth mentioning! Like Merissa in the Intraroyal City, not too! The courtiers of these lords now have their own strength, digging deep holes, and accumulating grain in order to be 'the-house-of-him'. I think this phrase from dwarf stone sounds particularly comfortable and apt. The one-eyed Arno touched his shiny bald head and laughed, "The king's rank, the prince's rank, the count's county, the barony's county, even those ruffians hired by the little nobles who don't fill their own pockets, of course, there are people who are not like this, but as long as the lord is greedy, the very small number of capable and noble people I speak of will not be reused in the court." ”

"What if you're wrong?" The corners of Rogge's mouth twitched slightly.

"The odds of being wrong are like a cow falling from the sky and killing a person! It's so small. Well, our cargo looks like it's been counted by the guys between our conversations. One-eyed Arnault stretched out his calloused hands and patted Rogge on the back heavily, "Good job, Mr. Smooth Pass, our contract has been automatically renewed!" The reward is double for you! ”

"Mr. Arno, the caravan's cargo has been counted. Mr. Roger Tham! Have you decided to stay? I am fascinated by how you dress and what you look like! It was a fellow from the caravan with thick eyebrows and big eyes, his face always smiling confidently, his face was red and bloody, even in the cold winter snow of Shanyan Pass, and he wiped his sweat with a cloth as he walked towards the one-eyed Arno's horse.

"Kulosius, thank you." One-Eyed Arno nodded in satisfaction, "Mr. Rogge has joined our caravan, and now he's our buddy again." Also, let our dart master walk in front of us to clear the way, and you call our guys to follow up with the goods. You have to take care of the goods. ”

"Yes, Mr. Arnault." Kulosius kept looking at Rogge, as if he had a slight feeling of reverence for Rogge, and he bowed to Rogge sincerely, "Mr. Rogge, it is all up to you to get through the Mountain Rock Pass, so that we guys can get some more money that would otherwise be extorted by the dwarf rocks. ”