True to its name, the trail winds around the steep mountain walls and the dense beech trees lining the edge of the hill make it easy for an inexperienced caravan to lose their ability to discern their way.

Arno's smuggling caravan tracked the sparse horseshoe marks on the seven turns and eight turns, and the bald one-eyed dragon Arno also rolled off his horse from time to time to inspect the dirt on the horseshoe prints, the soil edges of the horses' hooves were solid, and there was no trace of looseness, and Arno knew that the path under their feet was right.

"It's hard to imagine what life these people lived in a place where prospectors and miners gathered at the end of Greenster, and it was a completely remote, rugged mountainous area." The guy who knew a little bit of history looked around at the surrounding scenery and couldn't help but sigh.

"I used to be the one we are now, and I was a cargo owner, but I would never go to this place, I heard that this mountain ghost place is almost unguarded, and this is a place of exile criminals, with goblins raiding anytime and anywhere. So I think people should be careful around us. From time to time, another fellow picked up a few pieces of rubble from the ground and aimlessly threw them into the surrounding beech forest.

"There are no goblins now, they have been gone since two years ago. Most of the goblins that plundered here came from Mount Hawke, where we passed, but unfortunately they were all wiped out by the Wood Elves in Sheffield, Elwinia. As much as I don't like these long-eared guys, there are some things I have to admit that they do contribute. At least for the average caravanserais, the trade routes connecting the kingdoms of Elvenia and Lynston were at least safe. Arno lifted his blindfold and pointed to the horseshoe prints in the mud in front of the horse's head, "The centaurs here have become more active, do you see the mountain?" It must have been a highland mountain. Goodbay is in the saddle of the mountain we are on, and it should not be far from us. ”

"I've been wondering if these centaurs are murderous savages? Anyway, I've never seen it before. I've only seen it. The old man who was next to Arno smiled and patted his pack horse under his crotch.

"During my visit to Duke Ella's city of Entle, I met one or two centaur emissaries, centaurs who claimed to be from the remote region of Gudebay and wore the anachronistic fur armor of diplomacy because of their martial prowess, but they were very accommodating to our Trians, at least much more eye-catching than the Wood Elves looked." Arno calmly shared his first understanding of centaurs.

The bad scenery of the seven turns and eight turns was quickly forgotten by the guys of the caravan, most of whom had never seen any centaurs, and they chatted enthusiastically about this mysterious race.

"My uncle once found the corpses of a humanoid and horse-like species in the inaccessible caves of Santa Kana, and their dry bones were said to be horrible! Maybe it's a centaur. The gossiping guys expressed their opinions.

"Undoubtedly. I've seen these four-legged gentlemen, and I'm just wondering if the town of Goodbai, where these four-legged people live, will have the same taste as staying in the stables. The joke in the opinion brings joy to the guys from time to time.

"Guys, I'm sure we've been able to see the mysterious Mr. Centaur." The seven turns and eight turns were finally passed by the smuggling caravan led by Arno, and for a while, the vision of the caravan guys suddenly broadened.

On the slope ahead, there were two sturdy centaur guards, their four hooves embedded in thick iron horseshoe, their horses were covered with fluffy goatskins, the upper body muscles of ** were strong, the skin was slightly black and shiny, and the broad shoulders were covered with fur shoulder pads The two of them were a little surprised by the sudden appearance of this group of caravans, and looked at Arno with a strong sense of vigilance, they couldn't help but raise their round shields and spears, until Arno raised his hands and walked a gentlemanly salute with a smile, Only then did a smile appear on their faces, they put down their shields and weapons, and took the initiative to meet them.

"The caravan of the Trians! Hello, friends! The centaur guard shouted excitedly in a lingua franca that he was not fluent in, and then opened his arms to Arno and hugged him warmly, even though the centaur body exuded a peculiar body odor.

"Thank you, Gilberg family. I thought it necessary for me to introduce myself, I am Arno Tabaco of Perland, a vassal of His Excellency Colossius, Count of Jafin, under the Duke of Ella, and I am glad to meet you, with my dart master and my caravan mates behind me. Arno frowned, but still smiling, methodically introducing the centaur guards to their identities.

"I see, a rich man with a title with you will be called a nobleman. It's been a rare time to see a caravan come to the town of Gudebai to do business these days, and as your friends, we are very pleased to have your visit. Oh, I don't know what good stuff you've brought with you. The centaur guard's eyes lit up, and from time to time they had to sneak a glance at the boxes in the ox cart.

"Most of the handicrafts were brought from Unocal in Erwinia. I am glad to be the leader of the caravan for your warm welcome. Arno was already familiar with the etiquette of dealing with the guards, he immediately turned over and dismounted, walked straight to the cargo box, and took out two cigarette bricks from the cargo box, "This is a good thing that Erwinia acquired, as friends, I hope you two can like it." ”

"What's so embarrassing!" The two centaur guards were overjoyed, and after glancing at each other, they happily took the cigarette brick from Arno's hand and carefully put it in the bag on the horse's back, "You newcomers may need a guide now. ”

"That couldn't be better. I'm also eager to get to know our good Gilberg friends. Arno gladly accepted the Centaur Guard's offer.

The devastated town of Gudebay two years ago has been reborn from the ruins, the large round pit in the center of the town is already filled with crops, and the dismantled stones and discarded timber are stacked in a collapsed house, the foot of the roof is covered with moss, and the exposed stone surface still seems to have burn marks, although not very obvious. The dilapidated buildings and dust from the roads made the town of Gudebai look poor, but the sweaty sight of the Gilberg people working inside and outside the rebuilt houses left a lasting impression on Arno and his caravan mates. For these centaurs, who had not seen foreigners for a long time, the visit of the Arno caravan undoubtedly found a fresh topic for the withered town, and the working centaurs seemed to be very excited about the visit of the Arno caravan, and they immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted the unknown Trian visitors generously.

The centaur guards led the bald one-eyed dragon Arno and his caravan to the best part of the town of Goodby, where they stopped in front of an old, old-fashioned two-storey building from the Grinster era, with a crumbling mahogany roof thatched and warm, and the false doors seemed to be indifferent to the outsiders, as if only to hide the smell of malt and the peculiar smell of the house.

"Mr. Trian, this is the best place in our town of Goodbay, the dense beech tavern of the mare dellen! I swear you won't be able to taste the ale anywhere here. The centaur guard patted his chest proudly, as if to show off his own family background, "Oh, this is also the favorite place for the Goodbay centaurs, and I wish you all the best for your goods." If nothing happens, I'm ready to leave. ”

"Oh, thank you for your sincere wishes. But we'd rather like to visit Chief Alec, the centaur king here. Arno expressed his wishes to the centaur guards who were preparing to leave.

"I'm sorry Mr. Trian, but our esteemed Aggreko parents may not have much time to see you. But I've finally taken you to a place where you might find your way to meet our Gilberg parents, the shop owned by the mare Dalen, who is Orach's aunt, and Orach is the Tatek of Alec's parents. He would come here to visit his aunt in his spare time. If you can seize such an opportunity. The centaur guard hurried to the hidden door, and as he reached out to open the door, he tore open his voice and shouted, "Oh, I remembered something! Dai Lun! I've brought you a special wave of guests, and I'm going to have to get rid of my wine money! ”

The centaur guard who opened the door had a smile on his face, but he seemed very careful, and the moment he opened the door, he collided with another centaur head-on.

"It's you! Ha ha! Long time no see! I thought I was going to be scolded by a witch! The centaur guard frowned slightly and then smiled happily, and he exaggerated his arms and gave a bear hug to the young centaur who had just crashed into him, "Why are you so free to come to Goodbay to see your witch relative!" ”

"It's good that it's me, I've read the books of our tavern. You owe a lot of money for wine, and there's a big stack of white slips in the drawer! The young centaur laughed and patted the centaur guard on the shoulder.

"Look, didn't I introduce you to a great potorian patron today?" The centaur guard turned and pointed to the one-eyed dragon Arno and Arno's caravan men beside him.

"Oh, it looks like tonight is the first time that the thick beech tavern of Goodbay has been full." The young centaur smiled at the strange group of Trians and politely nodded to Arno, the cyclops.

"Looks like you're Mr. Olaher." The one-eyed dragon stared directly at the young centaur, his eyes gleaming with a strange sparkle that the corners of his mouth appeared with a merchant's characteristic smile.