On the smoky avenue, there is a behemoth that attracts attention. Whether travelling alone or in groups, or a merchant with a long convoy, or a rider on horseback, they all saluted the presence on the road. Everyone who saw that thing wondered if it was a carriage or something else.

This stone-paved road leads to the south, the largest city at the eastern end of the continent, the Castle of Kings, with the vast Sea of Darkness to the east, the southern part of the Forest of the Dead to the north, and the endless plain to the west, but at the end of the plain is a dangerous and difficult mountain.

The road was bustling with people, with convoys moving slowly, travelers walking on the side, and riders' horses kicking up puffs of smoke and dust. By chance, I don't know whether to say lucky or unlucky, but I could see the knights of the Crescent Empire passing by on tall horses - this is already the territory of the Crescent Empire, and it is not uncommon for the Crescent Knights to appear. The knights, who were clad in full-body armor and could not see their faces, could only be seen by others with their shiny gray-black armor and the sharp horns on their helmets. That corner is like a tiny spire that makes the Crescent Moon Knight look special. No one would mistake the Knights of the Crescent for other Knights, and the Knights of the Crescent Moon style seemed to the Knights of the Continent of Oran to be a heretic existence - just like the Cult of the Moon God they believed in.

For those traveling from King's Castle, seeing the Knights of the Crescent is never a lucky event, nor is it a great experience. Not because these knights make things difficult, but because of their silence.

Now, on this road, there is a more conspicuous existence than the Crescent Moon Knight. It was like a small fortress, and it was not a ubiquitous thing, but it appeared on the main road, taking up the entire road, and if a convoy faced each other, it would have to take some effort to make room for each other to pass. If there is a traveler who is better to go in the same direction as the carriage, there is a chance to see the carriage move the way for the convoy to pass.

The bard Xue Yan had been paying attention to this conspicuous presence for a long time, something he had never seen during his travels, he had seen the tide of demonic beasts in the grasslands of the north from afar, and he had also seen the picture of the flying dragon soaring in the sky...... He had seen a lot of strange things, and this carriage was one of the wonders he had ever seen. As for the so-called tide of demonic beasts, although he experienced it personally, he only hid inside the city walls, listening to the howls of the beasts outside the city, and shivering with the people in the shelter.

But as a bard, you can't tell your listeners about these boring things. Listeners want to hear something romantic and glamorous, preferably a story of knights and princesses, rather than a true story of how powerful the villains of those stories forced humans to hide in a pile of rocks.

He is in his thirties, more than a decade after leaving the poets' academy, and knows what stories people like to hear, even if they are not true and are made up by him. Of course, the things told in the story may not be false, but the fact that Xue Lun is a witness is false most of the time - this is something that smart people will understand, and they can always cooperate with Xue Lun, so that he can finish the story beautifully.

Now, Xue Yan feels that he can add some new things to his story materials. A huge carriage, with its peculiar, fortress-like shape, and the occasional strange smoke rising from the roof of the carriage shed, like a small house with a chimney, moving slowly along the road, and the two horses looked pitiful—what an interesting picture, and anyone who witnessed it could not help but look at the strange carriage, and his eyes would always stay on it.

This is not the most interesting thing Xue Yan has ever seen, but it is definitely among the top few existences.

Therefore, he had been following this strange carriage for many days, and had found an opportunity to get acquainted with the owner of the carriage and the children, and he knew each other well.

Driving the carriage was a middle-aged man named Pasta, with a big beard, and his hair seemed to have been unkempt, but only tied into a tail, and he looked like a stranger Xue Yan had ever seen. But Xue Yan was not blind enough to mistake a man from the west of Oran for a stranger from the far east. As a bard, if you don't have even this bit of eyesight, you're a failure. A failed bard will not be popular and will not live long.

Xue Lun and Pasta are half-acquainted, and the relationship is not very good, but it is still possible to take Xue Lun south by the way.

Xue Yan sat on the side of the pasta, this driver's seat was very spacious compared to ordinary carriages, let alone two people, even if three people were seated, there would not be any feeling of crowding. This is probably the most comfortable carriage Xue Lun has ever sat in, it is very stable, even if there are occasional potholes, it can pass without many bumps.

Xue Yan played the harp in his arms, and the strings made a clear sound, not a tune, but the syllables were pleasant enough. "So, there weren't many waves on your way from the north. ”

"You've asked this many times, Xue Yan. Pasta sighed, a wry smile on his face, "We came by sea from the Sea of Darkness, rounded the mountains where dragons were found, and disembarked at the harbor on the southern edge of the Forest of the Dead. ”

"Very safe route. Xue said, "But there is also a lot less talk and possibilities." ”

"Peace is more important than anything else. Pasta replied, "It's more important than the thrill of life." ”

This is indeed the case, Xue Yan agreed. Unlike himself, Pasta is not a bard seeking adventure and excitement, he is a businessman, but also a businessman with two children, for whom peace is more important than anything else.

In the carriage, someone poked his head out and squeezed between Xue Lun and Pasta, "Uncle, Mr. Xue Lun, what are you talking about?"

This is a girl who is still a little immature, with bright eyes, and always smiling, dressed plainly, looking like a child from the village. For Xue Yan, he had seen a lot of beautiful women—though most of them were only watched from afar—and there was nothing to marvel about this girl for him. But her smile can make people feel very happy, which makes Xue Yan impressed her.

"Lunaka, your journey seems a little too dull. Xue said to Lulunaka, "This is a situation where a bard like me can lose his job. ”

"Isn't that boring?" Lulunaka said with a nervous and embarrassed expression on her face, "but the sea is beautiful, I've never seen so much water before, and I can't even see the land." ”

This rather childlike speech made both Xue Yan and Pasta laugh, and Lulunaka became even more embarrassed, and returned to the carriage with a blushing face, apparently annoyed.

"She's such a lovely little girl. Xue Yan smiled at Pasta. Xue Yan can understand Lulunaka's psychology when she talks about the sea. When he first saw the sea, he was no different from Lulunaka.

Pasta just smiled at Xue Yan's words, and did not continue, "So the safety of the children is more important than anything else, after all, I didn't go this far alone, if something happens, I will suffer, and if the children suffer with me, it will not be good." ”

"She's still a smart little girl, isn't she?" said Xue Lun.

Pasta nodded, "Yes, to me, she's a sweet and smart little niece...... It's also an important guarantee that I can do business. ”

Xue Yan was actually very interested in Lulunaka, a child at such a young age, who turned out to be an alchemist with exquisite skills, and the maker of this strange carriage known as the Whimsy - this is the most interesting story material that Xue Yan has been able to obtain recently. A teenage alchemist is more attractive than the bad, grumpy old men and arrogant academy people.