PS: Please forgive me in the process of revision. ↑ Top Novel,

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, and children don't know how difficult it is to walk. The road is long and the spring breeze is warm. Dangerous and annoying.

"Come on! Hey-ha! Come on! Hey-ha! A streamer glistened on the swollen bronze arm. Sweat droplets the size of beans kept pouring out of his arms, but the carriage held tightly by his rough palms remained unmoving.

The so-called vigorous quagmire is hidden everywhere, the horse stumbles, and the Xuanyuan falls. Spring pulp turning is a severe test for all pedestrians. It is different from the puddles that can be seen at a glance after a summer rainstorm, like mines buried under the dirt. Travelers don't know when they're going to be inadvertently tricked.

As caravans carrying load-bearing caravans, they traveled on this trade route full of "mines". It must be much more effort than usual, and with time constraints, this consumption is more than double.

Mr. Harkis, who was the leader of the caravan, was frowning at the carriage in the mire and muttered, "I hope we can catch up in time this time!" For me, this is the next chance. ”

Even Barrett, who was exploring the road ahead on horseback, could feel a sense of irritation from the riders around him.

From private conversations, using the drinks in his skin, Barrett found that the caravan members seemed to have a lot of criticism about what Mr. Harkis was doing. The overall atmosphere is not as harmonious as players thought before!

The Hakis caravan that players join serves as a small pawn attached to the Ivy Chamber of Commerce. It was organized by Mr. Harkis, now forty-two.

Since his debut at the age of 12, Mr. Harkis has been running around the mainland for almost 30 years. 28 That year, by chance, he was favored by a certain regional manager of the Ivy Chamber of Commerce. Gain the power to form affiliated caravans.

Then the blood in his heart has not completely cooled down. Networks and wealth that you have accumulated over a decade. He even took a staggering amount of money to put himself into a big gamble.

Luckily, he won the bet, and this was the case with the caravan of Hakis that bears his own name. But now, the hot-blooded man who dared to share all his net worth for the sake of his ideals is old.

Although in reality, the 40-year-old is even quite young. But on this continent, there are ordinary people who have no special bloodline and whose strength is not very outstanding, and they have aged very seriously at this age.

What's more, Mr. Harkis, a self-made 'successful man', spent his energy in order to earn a few more copper plates when he was young, and he left a loss on his body that even divine skills could not make up.

So since last year, the former high-spirited caravan leader has also begun to arrange for himself that there is no need to work and live in the wind and rain - exchange the control of the caravan for shares, and go to another relatively idle job in the chamber of commerce.

However, as a self-made 'nouveau riche'. Mr. Harkis has little roots in the Ivy League. In order to be able to get better treatment, he must now work harder to increase his capital.

For example, the competition for the first Northland merchandise of the new year is one of Mr. Harkis's plans. However, also because of the lack of his own caravan, his efforts last year had failed.

And this year, he spent more chips to make a comeback. If he fails again, even as the founder of the caravan, Mr. Harkis will not be able to make a third attempt.

After so many years of development, the caravan is naturally indispensable for new participants and partners in the process of establishment and subsequent development and growth. Although he is still under his control, it is not without other people's voices inside. For the sake of selfish interests, the loss of everyone's income. It won't be allowed one after another.

"Get on the crowbar!" With the order of the sub-manager, there were several sleepers-like wood. And so it was plunged into the mire. The fellow of the caravan carried the wood on his shoulder, and with the pull of the horses in front of him, he finally managed to get the carriage out of the mire.

Looking at the cracked wooden stick in front of him, the steward's face was not good-looking: "Alas! I don't know if the crowbar we prepared in advance will be able to survive this journey! ”

"This steward! It won't be long before you prepare some metal crowbars to replace this wooden product. That stuff is definitely built to last. Rielly, who was standing aside with her robe on her hand, asked in a joking tone as she looked at the mud stain.

After the convoy stops due to road conditions, the players are naturally invited off the wagon by the caravan. In the face of the current situation, it is necessary to reduce the load on the vehicle as much as possible. At the same time, in the eyes of the caravan, this is also a good opportunity for a few spellcasters to stretch their muscles.

Although it was due to Rielly's mage status, the other party's face was full of ridicule when he replied yes: "A metal crowbar? That stuff doesn't come cheap. And if you want to play long enough, it's either too thin or too heavy, and it's not easy to use at all. ”

Seeing that his mention was directly denied by the other party, the muscles in Rielly's face stiffened all of a sudden. She didn't seem to dare to believe that her mention was abandoned by the other party, and her face was blue and purple, giving people the feeling of being smashed in a printing and dyeing workshop.

After all, the land trade on the mainland has been going on for thousands of years, and the organization and deployment of all aspects have not been thoroughly considered, but at least the temporary optimization has been achieved before technological innovation occurs.

The hanging head of each tool needs to take into account the cost, maintenance, use effect, and the user's feelings at the same time. This is all fully factual, not an idea that pops up on the brains of Rielly's guy.

Claudia. Auditore suddenly reached out from behind and patted Rieli on the shoulder: "I just said that the transaction should not be arbitrary!" There's no shame in that! ”

"Humph! It's just that the brains of these aborigines are too stupid to understand their own thoughts. With her hands on her chest, Rieli turned her head and argued unconvinced.

Seeing that her friend couldn't pull it off at all, Claudia. Auditore had no choice but to raise: "Yes! Be! You're smart. ”

But this kind of undisguised coping. But it made Rielly's heart burn: 'Damn! You might as well shut up! ’

After the first carriage climbed out of the quagmire. The caravan steward was immediately and skillfully organized. He scooped out the mud from the pit in front of him with a shovel. Excavation of earthworks from the wilderness on both sides of the road was followed by landfill operations – although it was not possible to fill in the hollow created by the slurry. However, the shallow curve of the stroke is enough for the carriage behind to pass through Guò.

Seeing the hot 'construction site' in front of them, the players present were immediately blindsided. Claudia. Auditore had an incredulous look on his face: "This. What's going on? Isn't it said that the caravan is very tight? How can you still have the kung fu to do such a thing? ”

"That's right! You are not engineers who open roads and build bridges in the mountains, and you actually do this kind of thing in the process of running a business. Rielly frowned even more when she saw the sight before her.

Claymatis. Bot suddenly patted the shoulders of the two friends, and then pointed to the carriage that looked like a long dragon behind and the shallow pit that was not small at the bottom: "If you don't fill it in, I'm afraid those carriages will sink into it next." Compared to the manpower and time to pull the wagons out of the quagmire. It seems that it is quicker to deal with the depression. ”

"Actually! How can there be such a ridiculous thing? Bending down, Rielly pressed her hand to her forehead, and even her pupils dilated a little.

Claudia. Auditore pointed to the wilderness on both sides of the road: "It will not be long before you go straight there!" Why do such a thankless job? ”

"Thankless work?" Claymatis. Bot smiled, the smugness on his face unmistakable: "Lily! Since even the trade routes have become like this, are you sure that there is no such thing in the wilderness? If you really get stuck somewhere, it will be even more difficult to deal with it! ”

"But there's no need to make such a big move!" Rielly gestured to the men who had already taken off their shirts. The caravan guys wielding shovels with their tendons exposed.

It's rare to come across a chance where you can show off, Kleimatis. Bot smiled happily, "And they're not just working for themselves, but also opening the way for the other caravans behind them." Every caravan that saw the depression was then filled with and trampled on a layer of dirt. It won't be long before it's back to level. ”

"This! What's going on? Is this really the work of a caravan? After hearing this, Rielly seemed to feel that her worldview had been turned upside down.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind the mage: "Who do you think is responsible for repairing the trade roads on this continent?" You can always count on the nobles who only like to scrape oil and water from us! ”

Turning around, Rielly found that it was Mr. Harkis standing behind her. With his pipe in his mouth, he was looking at the earthwork in front of him with great satisfaction, and from time to time he spat out two circles.

"Isn't it? I remember Barrett once said that Boreham has a special road maintenance team in the territory! According to him, it was entirely funded by the town hall. At this point, Rielly raised her eyebrows slightly defiantly.

"Ahem! Cough! Mr. Harkis, choked, took off his pipe, and then reached out and slapped his chest: "Is there still such a nobleman?" The merchant who took that route was really lucky! At least this has never been the case in the Kingdom of Eetasia and the surrounding realms. Even in the commercial republic of Tutkel, it seems that only some of the roads into the city that are close to the city are maintained by official personnel. If only those of us who depend on it for food. If you don't take care of it. Can you still count on others? ”

"Otherwise, Rieli, why do you think the first shipments after the beginning of spring. To be able to sell for such a high price in a southern city. In a sense, this is also to thank these pioneers for their contributions. And it also has a big impact on the reputation of the caravan! "As the priest of the goddess of wealth and business, Clematis. Bot knows a lot more about this than any other player.

Feeling something, Rielly stared at the scene in front of her for a long time as if she had seen a ghost: "This is really a difficult task! But is it true that all caravans will consciously abide by this rule? ”

"In the beginning, it was true that everybody was going to be on the lookout, but now some guys are secretly making trouble for their competitors." Speaking of this, Mr. Harkis was a little lonely: "Especially the powerful caravans, they don't seem to want to give up any such opportunity. We were ...... last time Alas! Do not say! Do not say! ”

Looking at Mr. Harkis as he shook his head and left. Several players present immediately frowned. After a long silence, Rieli was the first to speak: "It seems that this road will not be peaceful?" ”

"All possible harassment is inevitable! But you don't have to worry too much. Small actions of other caravans. Very few directly threaten the lives of the entire caravan. "Claymatis. Bot suddenly flicked his friend's hair.

"Don't mess with my hair!" Like Rielly, who had moved half a step to the side, slapped off her friend's claws. "But are you sure there won't be any life-threatening situations?"

"Nonsense! This is the rule of the industry, and those who do not abide by it will definitely not be able to get mixed up in the industry. "Speaking of which, Clematis. Bot nodded confidently, "So if you really encounter that kind of danger, it basically has nothing to do with competitors." ”

"Lily! Didn't you notice what Mr. Harkis just said? Apparently he had a similar incident last year. If the danger is really great, will we be able to participate in such a competition this year? "Claudia. Auditore chimed in.

At this time, even Noodle, who was originally watching the play on the sidelines, couldn't help but interject: "That's right! Even if Mr. Harkis himself refused to give up, the other members of the caravan would never have played with him......

Before the noodles could finish speaking, a "Woo! Woo! Woo! The horn sonata. And in the midst of the traveling caravans. Such a horn is a sign of a potential threat ahead.

"Didn't you say there wouldn't be danger?" Rielly immediately grabbed Kleimatis. Both's collar swayed back and forth.

Claymatis. Bot didn't resist either, and just let himself shake back and forth in Rielly's hands: "All I'm saying is that there will be no life-threatening threats from other caravans." As for the rest, which caravan will not encounter when it goes out. Otherwise, they spend so much effort on what to do for the maintenance and guards. ”

In the season of the two ladies' fight, Claudia. Auditore stretched out his finger and chanted in a very strange tone: "Spring has arrived!" It seems to be the mating season for some animals again! They store energy for future generations, and they will not miss any target. ”

At the front of the convoy at this time, as a member of the pathfinder team, Barrett saw a group of little guys about 3 feet tall in his eyes. The short, reptilian humanoid creature had scaly skin, a mouth full of tiny teeth, and a long tail trailing behind it.

"It's a kobold! Beware of any warlocks they may be hiding among them. As he spoke, Barrett slapped the whip, and even a horse could gallop together under the sting. Then he kicked the holster next to the saddle. The spear equipped for this time fell into Barrett's hands.

Barrett has a lot of experience with riding charges. He adjusts his own emotions and empties his brain. After even thinking is silent. Leave the command of your body to your intuition. Immediately after that, his senses told him, and the scenery around him became strange, as if all the surrounding qiē had been slowed down.

The only exception was the sharp tip of the spear in Barrett's hand, and the "little sword" pointed unusually clearly. Barrett, who was galloping, grabbed the belly of his horse, crossed possible tripbers and pits in the grass, and in an instant came into contact with the little ones.

The moment he made contact, Barrett naturally aimed the tip of his gun at the enemy's unprotected head—a large watermelon exploded, almost without any hindrance.

The galloping maroon horses did not stop because of the first hand. As a result of his advance, in the blink of an eye, another enemy stood in Barrett's way.

Seeing this, Barrett shook the gun hard, and the resilient gun body trembled. In the surprised look in the other's eyes, he bypassed the kobold's slowly raised shield. With a slight resistance, the spear pierced the scales of the other man, piercing the man's chest.

The force of the force caused a cloud of blood and flesh to explode from the wound, and the kobold was picked off by the shot due to inertia, and died before he hit the ground.

After stabbing two enemies in a row, Barrett felt a stab in front of him. Then I felt a dull pain in my chest. Looking down with his peripheral vision, Barrett didn't find any wounds on his breastplate: "It seems to be an arcane missile?" ”

Immediately after his gaze, several translucent oval spheres suddenly flew towards him. Unfortunately, before the missiles could reach Barrett, they disappeared into thin air—the spell resistance from the character's talent once again.

However, with such an obstacle, the "little dogs" in front of Barrett surrounded them. Although they were short, the weapons in their hands surrounded Barrett from all sides.

For a while, Barrett had to open the screen like a peacock, dancing with the spear in his hand impervious to the wind and rain, and waiting for the opportunity. Constantly feeling the force of the collision of the weapon, Barrett only felt as if he had rushed into the enemy's infantry phalanx.

Fortunately, Barrett didn't carry any cumbersome equipment before he came out, and Barrett began to wield his spear, which was not common in the West Continent. I saw him shoot out, like a hundred plum blossoms blooming. Guns bloomed, and the flowers were deadly, and all the kobolds who passed by Barrett fell to the ground for a while.

As the saying goes, "moon sticks, year knives, lifelong guns, and swords are always hidden", also known as "year knives, moon sticks, and long-practiced guns", this proverb shows that the difficulty of mastering various weapons is different. In terms of knives, guns, swords, and sticks, guns are the most difficult to master. Just the three actions of moving, buckle, and tie are difficult to do correctly without hard work.

This weapon has been circulating in the Western Continent for hundreds of years. Among them, a guy named Georgie also made a lot of efforts. However, it is a pity that because of the need for a long time of training, the promotion of this weapon is a problem.

In fact, even some heirloom professional soldiers rarely specialize in this weapon, but there are many "little masters" among adventurers. It's just that compared to the huge number, it seems so much of a drop in the bucket.

The changes in the three moves of "blocking, taking, and piercing" are extremely mellow, and there seem to be so-called "masters" among the kobolds who came to rob. The opponent's hand held a "heavy shield" against Barrett's spear. However, I saw that the body of the gun was bent, and there was such a small cushion, which converted the kinetic energy into elastic potential energy. Then Barrett changed his hand and jumped lightly, and the other party flew out with a shield.

Barrett, who was like a dragon with a spear, felt inexplicably excited in the midst of the killing. The blood boiled in him. The joy of charging and fighting was deeply infectious—there was no man who didn't have such a dream. The smooth movement turned the silver tip of the spear into blood. He was flanked by kobold corpses, some of which had been cut into pieces.

Suddenly, Barrett's mount in the crotch let out a hissing and immediately fell. Barrett, who was thrown forward, rolled over in a volley. It was as light as a harrier turning over, but it didn't look like a person in heavy armor at all.

It's a bit too late—————————————— wait for the revision.

Barrett, who was like a dragon with a spear, felt inexplicably excited in the midst of the killing. The blood boiled in him. The joy of charging and fighting was deeply infectious—there was no man who didn't have such a dream. The smooth movement turned the silver tip of the spear into blood. He was flanked by kobold corpses, some of which had been cut into pieces.

Suddenly, Barrett's mount in the crotch let out a hissing and immediately fell. Barrett, who was thrown forward, rolled over in a volley. It was as light as a harrier turning over, but it didn't look like a person in heavy armor at all.

Suddenly, Barrett's mount in the crotch let out a hissing and immediately fell. Barrett, who was thrown forward, rolled over in a volley. It was as light as a harrier turning over, but it didn't look like a person in heavy armor at all. (To be continued......)