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"Okay, I'll keep an eye on it."

Rejecting Ladia's willingness to follow, Glo nodded, and did not shirk Miss Mage's request to retreat, he knew that there was such a thing as [Sharp Essence Stone], which was a material for the enchantment of weapons, Miss Mage was recently carrying out research on various equipment enchantments, and he also benefited a lot from it, and he had a better understanding of alchemy enchantment.

After a good night's sleep, after a brief tidying up, Glo stood at the gate of the Ampton Mine with 200 heavy Raels in his arms, and on the side of the wooden fence behind the gate, two members of the bandit group on the watchtower were quietly observing the young man, snickering in a low and lewd voice from time to time.

"Be careful all the way."

Miss Mage looked at the bandit leader, and after a long silence, she suddenly said.

"Thank you."

The bandit leader stared at the lake-blue eyes, and he just wanted to step out and give Miss Mage a hug, but Miss Mage's serious eyes, Glo didn't see too much strong emotion in them, so he silently turned around, stepped on the horse and disappeared into the hazy mountain mist.

"So, I'm leaving!"

……

The sound of summer footsteps is fading away, among the mountains of Nogo, the verdant plants slowly show some of the withered and decadent atmosphere, the temperature is decreasing little by little every day, and the sunlight penetrates through the shadows of the canopy overhead, no longer scorching hot, but giving people a lazy warmth, as if the goddess Elubea's tender glance.

The thin mist gradually cleared as the sun rose, and a pair of heavy cowhide boots stepped on the muddy ground covered with dead branches, and a young man, led a local pony with a dark coat and smooth oiliness, turned out of the winding mountain path.

There used to be roads in the mountains, but in recent years, there have been fewer caravans and travelers walking, and the mountain roads have gradually become bumpy and difficult to navigate. Cutting through the thorns along the way, until noon, Glo finally walked out of the mountains of Nogo. He stroked the mane of the little black horse, and the animal with a deep understanding of humanity stretched out its rough tongue and licked the arm of the bandit leader, wagging its tail as if to express gratitude for the care of his master—the bandit leader did not choose to ride on the mountain road, which was covered with sharp thorns and gravel, but led the horse, and walked with his sword in front of the sweaty road.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, a wide plain appeared in front of him - this was the so-called "shortcut" that he had led everyone to Avron Levin last time, and it was indeed close enough in terms of time, but the toil and fatigue of the road were far better than the detours.

However, Glo did not take it as a daily exercise, and the blood flowed through the veins of his arms and into his muscles, and the feeling of strength was full of joy for his body and mind.

The sun hung high in the sky, and Glo stood on the side of the avenue to Afron - a small but not uncommon flow of people and cars. He stared into the distance as a long convoy of wagons was heading towards him. As the position got closer, the sight became clearer and clearer. The stout horse pulled the heavy wagon, with two thick white smos in its nostrils, and struggled to move forward with its hooves, while behind it, the wooden wheels of the carriage ran over the muddy road, and from time to time "creaked" and squeaked, and it was doubtful that it would fall apart at any time.

"What a wretched animal."

Glo patted the little black horse's head lightly and sighed. The lives of these ponies are unfortunate enough compared to those of the little black horses, just like the ordinary beings of the chaotic Northland, whose toils all day long only pay for deeper and more torment—the whip is not a gift, and Glo even wonders if these animals will suffer from Stockholm syndrome because of this.

"Hey! Hurry up, you bastards! Hurry up! The adults are waiting for this batch of supplies, if you delay things, I want you to look good! On one of the carriages at the front, a sturdy man shouted loudly, and judging by his neat attire, he should be the leader of the caravan or the steward or something.

"Yes, sir."

The men in the caravan responded, gritting their teeth, but further venting their anger on the horses around them.

"Excuse me—"

When the caravan passed by, Glo looked up at the leader of the caravan and asked, but before Glo could finish speaking, he was rudely interrupted, "Mudlegs, we don't have time to deal with you!" ”

Before setting out, Gro shaved his beard to the fullest, and his young, angular face, with his clean cloth robe and wheat-colored skin, made him look like an ordinary traveler, like a farmer after the harvest of the season, trying to hitchhike to the larger towns and sell his labor in exchange for some wages.

Glo was a little annoyed, but the other party's temper was even worse than his, and the horsewhip suddenly whipped fiercely, and the vicious voice sounded in his ears again, "Get out of the way, boy, don't get in our way!" But the whip didn't hit the target, and the bandit leader reached out and grabbed the wrist, his eyes indifferent to the caravan leader.

With the strength of his subordinates, the caravan leader's face instantly turned white, and even his face was a little distorted. He didn't expect that a random young farmer on the side of the road would have such great strength, and no matter what, he was also an inaugural soldier of a certain level. But a few fingers that landed on his wrist made him completely immobile.

"I want to go to Afron."

Glo looked at those gray eyes and said flatly.

"Okay—"

A word burst out of the caravan's throat with difficulty. The strength on his wrist finally subsided, and he breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly he felt that the whole half of his body had been paralyzed, and his movements became quite inflexible - on his wrists, several bright red finger prints were shocking.

"My lord, what do you think of this carriage?"

The distance between the two was very close, and it was only then that the leader of the caravan saw the stabbing sword under the waist sword of Globe's robe, and he was secretly speechless, annoyed by his misjudgment - looking at it like this, the identity of the other party was probably not a farmer, he thought of some rumors about the northern land, judging from the confrontation between the two sides just now, this young man could not be the real [Awakening Realm] strength.

Don't be offended!

The leader of the caravan gestured to his men, and one of the wagons slowed down. Glo looked at the leader of the caravan, smiled slightly, and after leading the little black horse to the fellow of the caravan, he jumped into the carriage - and went to Afron, if he did not hide his identity, he was likely to be in trouble. Originally, he had planned to spend some Rael to infiltrate a caravan as a sanctuary, but now he had changed his mind.

Glo was not going to waste anything that Rael could do, not by force; What can be done by force, do not use Rael.