The team rides through the mountains and forests.

The late autumn air is cold and dry, the morning mist has cleared, and the sun is falling on the faces, giving a warm and lazy feeling - the rolling hills stretch to the end of the area, the terrain gradually flattens, and the tall trees that can be found everywhere in the Nogo mountains, such as pine and oak, have disappeared here, leaving only sparse birch forests and some other unknown shrubs. The sound of the horses' hooves stepping on the soft mud covered with dead leaves, and the rustling sound of birdsong overhead, seemed extraordinarily peaceful and quiet.

It's easy to relax in such a place – the figures on the horses loom in the shade of the trees, and Gross seems to be in a trance-like trance.

In the game, this hill that leads from the Nogo Mountains to the town of Silverleaf has a nice name, "Field of Flowers". At the turn of spring and summer, flowers of different colors bloom all over the mountains, and the beautiful scenery is like a finely crafted Tasya's colorful velvet carpet - so that when you come to this place, you can startle several intimate pairs of dog men and women with a casual stamping of your foot.

However, Gross is well aware that this is actually a monster spawn area - the most powerful monster among them is a boar with sharp fangs and cyan crust, and of course, its name is also [Raging Boar]. It probably has the strength of a LV10 civilian, and is quite unfriendly to players.

That is, once the player enters its alert range, these ferocious beasts will take the initiative to attack.

……

Gross looked around—

Before leaving, he had already made a corresponding lunch plan in the bandits, and as an incumbent with 8 combat levels, it was just a matter of two clicks to deal with these poor animals - the thick and juicy and chewy hind legs of the wild boar were a good ingredient, but he didn't even find a single hoof print of the wild boar along the way.

Very unusual thing!

Gross suddenly wondered if something had changed, but he didn't have a clue about the question for a while—

Fantasy about food was falling flat, and he felt that his emotions were getting agitated a little, and he was not alone in harboring similar thoughts and emotions at the same time.

"Levin, didn't you say we could hunt for food?" The rest of the gang didn't have the courage to complain about Gross, the leader of the bandits, so Levin, who liked to nag, became the focus of their firepower.

"yes, I'm not wrong." He was still arguing hard.

"What about the prey?"

"Maybe still sleeping?" Levin scratched his head.

"Very well, your reason managed to convince me."

The bandits began to make a fuss.

Gross has long been accustomed to such a situation. It had been a boring two-hour ride since the morning had begun, and it was usually necessary to find something else to divert attention from such a situation—after a slight pause on the horse beneath him, he turned his head and looked at Miss Mage behind him.

And the girl was lying on the horse's back at this time, her little hands brushing the mane of the horse's neck from time to time, and after discovering his gaze, she raised her little head leisurely.

She was riding the pony from before Gross, but the ride had completely changed her previous perception - the bumps up and down the hill made her feel dizzy, as if she had overcast her spells.

"Miss Crane—"

"Huh?" Miss Mage's answer was weak.

"Would you like some water?"

Gross kindly asked. He saw the girl's sluggish appearance, and quickly figured out what was going on—although the noble daughters and mages of this world occasionally rode horses, such long journeys were rarely carried out. Even when they go on a long journey, they are mostly accustomed to staying in the smooth carriage and spending the boring time of the journey with some fruit-encrusted desserts.

He wanted to laugh, but he knew it was no time to gloat—the girl nodded mechanically, and Gross handed over the earthenware kettle from the saddle. He won't miss this kind of great opportunity to be courteous.

Gollum –

Ladia took the kettle without hesitation, and poured it directly into her mouth, the cold liquid slid down her tongue into her dry throat, and she finally felt a little better. Patting her flat chest, she handed the kettle back, "Thank you." ”

Her voice was soft and polite, but the bandit leader smiled slightly.

"How far have we come?"

When she was in good spirits, Miss Mage straightened up from her horse and asked—by this time she had finally discovered that the so-called travels were not all fun. As she rode the ride, the leather and hardwood saddle rubbed against her inner thighs repeatedly, and she could clearly feel the dull pain coming from that piece of skin.

Maybe it's broken?

She couldn't help but speculate, but the current situation was not suitable for lifting the hem of the robe to take a good look. She furrowed her eyebrows as she tried to adjust to a slightly more comfortable riding position.

"About a third of the way."

"Huh?"

Radia almost felt a blackness in front of her eyes, and she was about to fall off her horse—the pony was a little smaller than the well-blooded Westside warhorse, and even if she did fall off her horse, she wouldn't have been hurt too badly because of the fluffy dead leaves and soft humus mud.

"Miss Crane, please be careful!"

……

Shortly after Gross and his party left, Lord Bennett's castle welcomed another group of guests.

They easily entered the castle without encountering any resistance.

"I heard you had a gang of robbers here yesterday?"

A proud voice with a thick tongue-curling tone sounded in the halls of the Inner Castle, a well-dressed young man. He wore a black woolen jacket, white silk trousers and pigskin boots that were narrowly cinched to show off his legs, and a few sparse hairs on top of his head were meticulously combed—but for his barren and shiny scalp, this concealment was obviously a useless effort.

He stomped his boots on a chair, and in the hall, two rows of lightly armed infantry with standard spears stood in a row.

The guards and servants of the castle were saluting the young man respectfully.

"Master Fred......"

The gray-haired middle-aged servant at the head replied, and he quietly glanced up at the young man, looking a little nervous—he knew the identity of the young man in front of him, and he had heard of the other man's personality and temper.