"Far Journey"

(Preface) [This is a new preface after the completion of this book, not in the original version]

In the middle of summer in the year 1481 of the Great Calendar and the 359th year of the founding of the Goshoge state, I, born in the Gosul nobleman who grew up in the Sting, and 11-year-old Maviji Gostingep Kilimanjaro, left my hometown for the first time.

At the beginning of the text, I must first tell the story of my glorious family history, as is customary, so that the reader may understand what a well-bred noble family I came from.

My ancestral ancestor Kilimanjaro, who originated from the most prosperous city in Goshoge and is also the capital of our Goshog, Busuk, was also a hero who worked hard for the establishment of Goshog with the "founder" of the "Founder" Siuge I.

And my direct ancestor is Depp, who 127 years ago, as a representative of the Kilimanjaro family, established a branch of the Kilimanjaro family, Stine Depp. I am honored to be a descendant of their family, a well-bred noble heir.

No, I was born immune to most soundproofing magic, so I was awarded the title by Siting, and Ma Weiji, the "Little Wind Listener", is also well-known in Siting City. With a different talent, I was granted a more relaxed living environment by my family, and I could move freely in the aristocratic district with fewer retinues.

I've always loved to wander around since I was a child, and my family's yard is where I often go, and I take every opportunity to go out on adventures in the countryside, and I think it was my adventures as a child that cultivated my interest in the future.

However, although I had adventures to the outskirts of Sting when I was a child, most of the time I was limited to Sting, and if I wanted to go out, it was only twice.

The first time was when I was 8 years old, in order to visit Kilimanjaro's ancestors in Busuk. However, I was disappointed that the ancestral family's residence in Busuk was not as good as that of our Stindepu family, and even during the festival, the patriarch of the ancestral family was shy to ask our patriarch for funding.

Putting aside this laughable thing, the journey on the road and the bustling Busuk gave me a lot of shocks, and the goal of "going further" has been hovering in my mind since then.

The second time I left the court was because I was old, and at the age of 10 was the time when every nobleman should leave the family initiation school and go to the formal academy for a better education.

If we were to ask us which was the best college in Goshogues, it would undoubtedly be the Academy of Xingqimu. It's a pity that my family can't afford to send me to the Star Wood Academy, unless I enter in the name of serving the cadets, but this name is another shame for our family, and finally I went to the best academy in the Gosur Priesthood, the Busuk Academy.

The first three years of study at the academy were relatively relaxed, at least during the summer months, so after half a year in Busuk, I returned to Siting at the age of 11 to spend the summer heat and take a break.

On a break from school, on the road to Sting, I saw a group of strange merchants, and curiously I followed them to eavesdrop on their conversation. They may think that they can talk boldly by using soundproofing magic, but where did they think that I, a "little listener", could eliminate soundproofing magic without using special magic?

Through their conversation, I was surprised to hear that they had heard from some of the chieftains of the Goh barbarians about a country called Romanhephi, and they were preparing to go to Romanhephi to do business.

I was trying to eavesdrop, but they reacted and I was arrested. At this time I was in servant's clothes, so they did not know that I was a nobleman, and thought that I was a servant of some illustrious family.

In the face of the fierce merchants, I calmly told them that I was 13 years old, a student of the Busuk Academy, and had learned to draw maps, and I could join them and help them draw maps.

The group was visibly troubled by my identity, and when I revealed my willingness to go with them and help them with the map, they felt a sigh of relief, so I left the Sting and joined their caravan.

Their leader, a man and a woman, was a pair of righteous leaders, who promised that if I made sure to draw an accurate map, they would be able to gather and disperse in the end. And as it turned out, both me and I kept our promises.

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"Those caravans that dare to trade with the barbarians, all of them are ruthless and immoral, even if you exaggerate that you are 2 years old and become 13 years old, they will believe you and take you away honestly?"

Ma Weiji, who was already full of gray hair, faced the question and said with a smile: "The fact is that they finally kept their promise, and I came back, isn't that it? Besides, when you read my "Journey from the Distance", the main thing you look at is the record of the foreign peoples such as the Roman Hefei, those merchants or something, it doesn't matter, right?"

[Moreover, I also promised them, promised those two immortal monsters, and would never reveal their information. The promise to the two immortal monsters, that must be kept. 】

"Well, so be it," the patriarch of Stimpep's family only casually mentioned this unimportant place, and did not take it to heart.

For the Stin Depp family, the most important thing is this book, this preface is the big long face of the family, everyone who has read "Far Journey" in the future will remember the Stine Depp family, what could be more wonderful than this?

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Chapter 1: Travels in the Mountains

Chapter 2: The Hefficiency Border

In the previous chapter, we walked in the mountains for more than ten days, and the hardships during this period have been mentioned many times for me, an 11-year-old child, so I will not repeat this chapter.

After more than ten days of arduous trekking, I followed the Chamber of Commerce through the tribes of the seven Goh barbarians, and finally came across a village.

Yes, you read that right, a village is not the simple wooden barbs of the barbarians, but a village with a village chief's house, a simple fence, and fields around it! Although that village is not as good as the farmland around the Sting, it is simply a heaven and an underground compared to the Goh barbarian tribe that I have seen before.

The stars are above, the starry sky is endless, and I finally see the footprints of civilization again!

Once in the village, the caravan changed into local clothes and began to trade. It's just a matter of replenishment, and trade in the city is the main thing.

[Here, Ma Weiji regretfully deleted most of the original draft chapter, mainly because the clothes Mei Yi changed into were outdated clothes more than a hundred years ago, which caused confusion at first. It's a pity that in order to keep it secret for Mei Yi and others, Ma Weiji couldn't write this interesting plot. 】

The caravan men were communicating with the village chief in his stumbling language, and while they were communicating, I was on their alert, navigating the village as far as I could.

The joy of seeing a foreign country for the first time came and went quickly, because this village was not different from our village except for the altar, which was no different from our village in Goshoge, full of garbage and rice fields, animals and people sleeping together, gray and gloom were the main colors here.

After leaving the village, we continued on, and according to the caravan, the largest city in the vicinity was Harikasu, a short distance to the west, surrounded by mountains and rivers.

Chapter 3: Harikasu-Fennai-Myrador Experiences

Chapter 4: Hefei's Carriage and Human Ladder Art [New after Completion]

When the leaves began to turn red, and the fallen leaves were like a sea of fallen fire, and when the rice in the fields became full, and the serfs who had been conscripted filled the fields, I began to understand that autumn had come, and that I had gone through the season since I left my dear Sting.

At this time, I no longer stepped into Hefei's village, the caravan people told me that this was a village under the jurisdiction of Roman Hefei, and it was no longer Hefei's territory, and from this time on, I understood that my journey in Hefei was coming to an end.

Although I have only traveled a short distance in Hephi, from Harikasu to Fennai to Myrado, to the Hesa Mountains to the north of Hefe and to the Harika Marshes to the south, it is a trip worth remembering.

What impressed me the most was that they didn't use a walk, but a horse-drawn carriage. Heffey had very developed horse-drawn carriage technology, and the carriages they made were not only very beautiful to look at, but also very comfortable to sit on.

The carriage was something to boast about, but there was one thing that I couldn't understand, and that was the human ladder for Hefei to get into the carriage.

Although the nobles could easily board the carriage with their strength, the carriage was not high. But they didn't, and developed a rich and complex art of the human ladder, and the various nobles competed with each other to see which family had the more aesthetic sense of the human ladder - of course I don't see any beauty in a bunch of people huddled together.

Later, after I learned some Heffian language, I once asked a Heffian nobleman what was the role of the art of comparing human ladders.

The Hefei nobleman explained to me with great interest the history of the ladder, saying that in the past, only the lord of the country could afford to use the 12-person ladder, but now all nobles can use the ladder.

And he also arrogantly told me that the real qualified ladder must be composed of 12 people of the same level, and let him be your ladder willingly, which represents your control over the servants, and whether your family has enough financial resources to raise the ladder for you.

As for the art of the human ladder, I feel that when I answered this sentence, the aristocrat looked stunned, and he said that the human ladder is built in a different way, doesn't this reflect the creativity of a nobleman?

Later, I went to Roman Hefei, according to my experience in Roman Hefei, Roman Hefei was also obsessed with horse-drawn carriages, but he looked at the human ladder very lightly, it was just a kind of etiquette, and the style was not as varied as Hefei here.

A country whose official name has become "the loyal vassal of Roman Hefei, the independent feudal state of Hefei" did not think about how to change this situation, but began to study the art of human ladder, which is also called creation? Sure enough, whether a country is strong or not has a lot to do with the behavior of its aristocracy.