"What? The outpost is under martial law? ”

The temporary head of Kate's caravan, Aite stood in front of the Sika outpost, and was blocked by the soldiers, and when he heard the soldier's explanation, Aite couldn't help but look at Pol beside him.

Although Aite had served in Kate's caravan for ten years, most of the time he did what he was told, and suddenly he became the dominant man, which Aite was not used to at all.

Especially after what happened before, Aite was really scared.

Now, the planned temporary resting place has undergone an unexpected change, and Aite is even more distraught.

The distraught Aite did not hide his emotions.

Pol could see it at a glance.

However, Pol did not mean to laugh at the other party at all.

In order to complete his main quest, Pol is now sparing no effort to win over anyone who can.

And Aite is a good choice.

In other words, the appearance of the God of War independence emblem in the Kate Chamber of Commerce convoy made Bol understand that the person in front of him was worth investing.

Just imagine, the convoy had an accident, and under the unexpected death of the leader of the convoy and the leader of the guard, Aite independently supported the entire caravan and safely brought the entire caravan back to Etantoinburg.

As long as the boss of the Chamber of Commerce is not a fool, he will reuse Aite's.

In the same way, he, the person who contributed during the period, was naturally able to enter the other party's field of vision.

In an instant, Pol, who had made up his mind in his heart, immediately said.

"We have enough food with us, and although we can't get in the outpost, we can rest outside the outpost for the time being."

"Okay, okay."

"I'll arrange it right away."

Aite nodded again and again, and went to make arrangements.

It's no different than ever.

Bol thought for a moment and stopped the other man.

"What's wrong, Mr. Pol?"

Aite looked at Pol in bewilderment.

"Mr. Aite, you are now the head of the caravan, even if you are the temporary leader, you should have your own momentum, and you don't need to be submissive."

"What's more, one leader can affect the whole team."

"You know, we still have nearly a day and a night to go."

Pol reminded the other.

Some things should be said at the moment, otherwise, it will be counterproductive.

Pol knew he needed allies, not enemies.

Aite was stunned.

"I know."

"But there are some habits that I really can't change."

"Thank you, Mr. Pol."

Aite smiled bitterly twice, and then thanked sincerely.

Pol smiled at such a sincere thank-you.

His purpose was achieved.

Next?

Naturally, I made a fire to cook.

He has a lot of food requirements.

Under the command of Aite, the caravan came to the side of the post in an orderly manner and began to rest, and Ashcano, who had already seen Bol, cleaned up and checked the carriage, and at the same time untied the horses that had been running all night, and pulled the horses to the side to rest and feed the fodder.

The bean cakes were broken by Ashcano and placed in a hay bag.

The bodyguard turned his head to look at Pol as he stroked the mane of his horse.

To be exact, the big iron pot in front of Pol.

Two large stones form a simple fire pit, with a roaring firewood inside, and bacon, potatoes, turnips, and onions tumbling up and down with the soup.

A few mud-coated eggs were thrown into the fire by Pol, and a few flatbreads stood sideways by the iron pot, and soon the smell of wheat wafted away.

Ashcano's nose twitched, and his saliva kept swallowing.

However, knowing who the boss's bodyguard was in the team, he immediately turned around and knocked on the door.

Knock, knock.

"Lord Colin, it's time to eat."

Ashkano said loudly.

"Okay."

Qin Ran pushed the door and walked down.

For food, Qin Ran will not refuse, even if the taste is average, but the food made with heart, Qin Ran will still accept it.

There is no doubt that Pol really did it with his heart.

Though...... The craftsmanship is average.

"I didn't learn to cook."

"You know, I'm more focused on how to survive."

Pol took the bowl very frankly and handed it to Qin Ran.

"Hmm."

Qin Ran nodded very understandingly and took the bowl.

Players, especially rookie players, have entered the world of dungeons, where will they pay attention to skills such as cooking, skills and props that can quickly increase their strength are everything.

And this situation, even for advanced players, will not change.

As for mimosa?

That's special and doesn't count.

Thinking about mimosa, Qin Ran picked up the bowl and took a sip.

The flavor of the bacon has been thoroughly integrated into the soup, the potatoes are stewed, the radishes are soft, the scones are crispy, and the eggs are just right, just like any other food, there is no conflict, but there is nothing eye-catching.

But......

Tube full!

Therefore, Qin Ran didn't think more about it at all and began to eat his breakfast.

Pol looked at Qin Ran's appearance and couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

For him, Qin Ran, who didn't have any change in expression, was the best thing.

As for more?

He made up his mind that when he returned to the huge city, he would learn to cook.

But that was after that.

Right now?

"Ash, eat."

Bol beckoned to his bodyguard.

The bodyguard, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately joined in the breakfast.

Not only Qin Ran and the three of them, but the entire team was eating breakfast.

Some are simple, just brown bread and hot water.

Others, like Pol, bury the pot and cook rice.

The period from the rising of the morning sun to the time when the sun rises in the middle of the sky is the rest time for the team.

In the afternoon, they will continue on their way.

Of course, not all.

Some caravans that had experienced last night's events would stay around the outpost for the time being, and after a complete day's rest, they would choose to hit the road at dawn, because that would be the next outpost, the Etaninburgh outpost, before dark.

But this was not destined to be the choice of the Kate caravan and some caravans that had to rush to Etaninburgh as soon as possible.

They wouldn't want to take such a risk if they could.

But they didn't have a choice.

The vast majority of them are because of contracts.

Caravans also have time to transport goods.

After this time, the merchant will pay a large amount of Kimpton.

This is enough to make most businessmen go back to the pre-liberation period overnight, or even simply go bankrupt.

Those who have already lived a less dignified but rich enough life absolutely do not want to return to the poor class.

So, they choose to take risks.

After breakfast, except for the necessary guards, the whole convoy fell silent, and most of the people went into their dreams, and after a night of fear, the merchants who relied on the outpost were finally able to rest.

However, this definitely does not include Qin Ran.

After habitually checking the surroundings, Qin Ran's gaze looked into the distance, in the direction of Etaninburgh.

About ten minutes later-

Thundered!

The sound of horses' hooves sounded like thunder.

The sleeping merchants were awakened one after another, and subconsciously they picked up their weapons, and the guards of the caravan unsheathed their swords and ignited the arquebuses of their arquebuses.

The soldiers of the Sika outpost even walked up to the wooden fortifications of the outpost, and one by one they looked in the direction of Etaninburg.

It wasn't until the hundred-strong cavalry team appeared, looking at the golden swallowtail flag held aloft by the leading horseman, that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The golden swallowtail flag flutters in the wind.

The eagle pattern on it makes the appearance of spreading its wings and flying high.

This is the coat of arms of the royal family of Etandin.

And when the team came to the Sika outpost, they even restrained the war horses in unison, and one of the taxis in leather armor jumped off the war horse and ran directly to the Sika outpost.

A moment later, when the soldier returned, the hundred-strong cavalry again headed in the direction of Sika City.

During the whole process, the team did not have any communication with the merchant team, and did not even take a second look.

The merchants were very cooperative, not loud, and only after the cavalry had left did they talk in a low voice.

"This is the royal family's cavalry."

"It's the elite army that His Majesty the First created who created the whole of Etandin."

"How did they end up here?"

"Is it to welcome the new lord of the Sika Realm?"

"It looks like His Majesty the Sixth really values the new lord!"

"Of course!"

"In all of Aitandine, nay, the whole of the Northland, who still has that new lord 'in the limelight'—you know, she is an extremely 'rich' widow."

"And the treasury of our Sixth Majesty is not very rich, otherwise, he would not have issued such a decree."

"So, you know."

……

The merchants were undoubtedly well-informed.

Soon, some rumors that were difficult to distinguish between true and false appeared in the caravan.

After Pol heard these news, he quietly observed Qin Ran's expression.

In Pol's thoughts, what happened in the West Card Territory is inseparable from Qin Ran, to put it simply, Qin Ran used a series of emergencies to control the entire West Card Territory in his hands.

Now someone suddenly appeared and was going to fight for the fruits of victory, to pick peaches.

According to the rumored character of this 'Flame Demon', this royal escort should be dead and have no place to be buried.

However, to Pol's surprise, Qin Ran didn't have any expression, just leaned back in the chair of the carriage, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Qin Ran didn't have any expression, and Pol didn't dare to ask anymore.

He did what he was supposed to do—

Fill the stove with carbon to make the whole cabin warmer.

The sound of charcoal filling the stove kept coming into Qin Ran's ears, and the observation gaze that Pol thought was hidden just now did not escape Qin Ran's intuition.

But Qin Ran didn't have any more explanations.

It's like he's never going to tell the other party that he's already arranged everything.

Otherwise, why would he send an evil spirit to follow the baroness?

Is it just to see the Baroness staring at the superior evil spirit like a girl?

He's not that boring.

He just paid attention to the superior evil spirits once in a while.

……

The superior demon, who had been sitting across from the baroness as if he was asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

The corners of its mouth curled.

"Everything was as the boss expected."

"Even a king facing a large land will not be unmoved."

Sika's current situation is extremely special.

After the death of the viscount, especially the whereabouts of the other party's son, and a large number of relatives were also executed, the only real heir was the baroness.

Even if the other party has not officially inherited the territory of Sika's territory.

However, the value of the other party has long been different.

It can even be said that it is extremely sought-after.

Because, no one would or mind 'marrying' this widow, and then, through the other party, inherited a large amount of land in the entire Sika Territory.

The land is sacrosanct!

This is a fact recognized by the whole of Etandin, and even by the North Continent and the South.

However, joint property is also recognized.

This recognition is especially evident after one party is at a 'disadvantage'.

In this regard, in order to better serve their own boss upper evil spirits, it is understood.

At the same time, the superior evil spirits are more clear about the saying, 'Never overestimate a person's bottom line in the face of temptation.' ’

So it looked at the baroness.

"How Simon?"

The sensitive baroness noticed when the superior demon opened her eyes, and when the superior demon looked at her, the new Sika lord immediately asked.

However, it is not a question, but a weak-tone question.

"Erin, my Lord tells me that trouble is coming."

The superior evil spirit did not hide it.

"Trouble?"

"From ......"

The Baroness did not say the exact words, but raised her hand and pointed in the direction of Etaninburgh.

The superior demon nodded.

The Baroness sighed softly, sorrow on her face.

As a baroness born in the aristocracy, although she is homely and afraid of socializing, it does not mean that she is stupid, on the contrary, a lot of reading gives her a knowledge that ordinary people do not have.

So, the baroness was well aware of her situation.

Otherwise, when her brother died, she wouldn't have wanted to go to Etaninburgh in the first place.

Because, she knows very well that only where she goes can she be able to maneuver around a group of greedy people and get a glimmer of life.

However, things are different now.

The greedymen inside are all emptied.

This is good news.

But there's bad news.

The bad news: she has to deal with the greedy from the outside.

A group of more ferocious, cunning guys.

Moreover, the leader of the other party must be the one who is Aitandine VI.

To make matters worse, she is heading to the other party's lair: Etaninburgh.

As soon as she thought of this, the baroness immediately became dispossessed.

A great deal of reading gave the baroness an insight that was different from the ordinary, but it did not give her the ability to do so.

Paper.

Perhaps the best adjective for this baroness.

But thankfully, she's not alone.

Without any hesitation, the baroness took the hand of the superior demon, held it in her own hands, and placed it in front of her chin, the gesture seemed to be a prayer, and a hint of supplication appeared in her eyes.

"Simon, help me."

"Of course, my lady."

"That's what I'm traveling for."

The superior demon smiled and bowed his head, and then, silently, withdrew his hand, and wiped it behind him without the baroness looking.