In the early morning, there was no wind, and a faint smell of smoke wafted through the village.

At this time, every family began to cook breakfast, and those who were well-off would cook a pot of polenta and add some wild vegetables, and those who were poor could only add a little grain to the wild vegetable soup.

Alvin's breakfast today was unusually rich, and after he returned from Hundred Flowers City yesterday, he exchanged all the remaining grains and "furniture" for some rice and two eggs with the village steward, who gave him a palm-sized piece of bacon for the sake of helping him a lot in the past few years.

Before dawn, Alvin got up early, washed the rice and put it in the pot, crushed the little bacon he had eaten last night, and put it in a pot to cook.

Taking advantage of the time to cook porridge, Alvin cleaned the thatched hut that could only accommodate him, and then checked the luggage in the second-hand leather bag, and was relieved to see that the clothes and books were safely tucked inside, and a short sword was firmly inserted in the wooden scabbard.

The meat porridge poured in the pot exudes a charming aroma, which makes the villagers passing by slow down and take two more sips, imagining that tonight's dinner is also meat porridge.

When the fragrant porridge was ready, Alvin knelt in front of the pot and prayed to the god of war as he had done before, thanking him for his grace.

When the prayer was over, the porridge was colder, and Alvin devoured it.

He used to eat meat occasionally when he was at home, but in the last six years, he has only eaten it once or twice a year.

After licking the bottom of the pot, Alvin boiled the water, filled the kettle, boiled a boiled egg and waited for the next road to eat, and poured the rest of the water into the hearth to extinguish the fire.

When all the villagers began to work in the fields, Alvin stepped out of the thatched hut where he had lived for six years, closed the door, and walked out of the village without looking back.

This year's spring was a bit cold, and although the villagers had prepared the land early in the morning and applied base fertilizer, a long cold spring had to delay the planting time.

As the weather warmed up these days, the villagers put carefully selected pieces of sugarcane into the ditch, and the steward of the farm patrolled the back to make sure that the buds of the sugarcane were on both sides.

When the steward saw Alvin passing by, he walked over and stopped Alvin, patted the young man on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Good boy, I can see that you have a good life." ”

"Study hard at school, don't learn from those old boys who spend all day drinking, you don't have the capital. ”

"Don't forget...... Write back when you have time......"

Alvin bowed slightly to the steward and said, "Uncle, I wrote it down." ”

After a few more words, Alvin left, and the steward looked at the back of him leaving and sighed slightly, if it weren't for his daughter who fell in love with this kid, he wouldn't have been so interested in him.

I want to talk about my daughter...... The steward shook his head, forget it, don't harm the promising youth.

The exit of the village is a wide road, and a few kilometers to the south is the Hundred Flowers City.

This is the territory of the Horsford family, the largest sugar producer in the south, and almost all of the farms in the territory are planted with sugar cane.

The convoy of horses coming from south to north constantly passed on the road, making the road smoke and dust constant.

Alvin covered his mouth and nose with a sackcloth handkerchief, he had heard that if he sucked in too much dust, his lungs would be filled.

Early in the morning, he booked a place at a caravan in the city of flowers, and said that he would get on the bus here, and then go to the Duchy of Milan, where he finally took a boat to the City of Knowledge.

The sun was rising, and the clouds in the sky were drifting from the south.

Alvin, in the shade of the trees, was a little anxious, afraid that the caravan had just come and saw that he had not caught up and left. He has already paid the money, and if he didn't catch up because of him, no one else would return the money.

It was almost noon when Alvin, who was looking forward to it, finally arrived at the convoy, and at this time he was taking out the boiled eggs and preparing to solve the lunch problem.

The owner of the caravan apologized to Alvin and took him to the side of the coach.

Just when the bus door opened, Alvin was startled, his hand slipped, and the boiled egg in his hand fell to the ground like the mobile phone that a durian had just completed last month and used to code 3 million words this morning.

"You scared off other people's eggs, and you have to lose money. A red-haired boy in the car, also about sixteen years old, said to the man in black robe and hood sitting in front of him.

Alvin cautiously got into the car, sat down next to the red-haired boy, and said, "No, no...... It was my own hand that slipped......"

He recognized from the black robe and the black cane that sitting across from him was the man who had hired him to write the letter yesterday.

"Eggs don't. Charles said, "Do you want chicken legs?"

After he finished speaking, he threw a braised chicken leg sealed in a slime bag to Alvin.

Seeing that Alvin was at a loss for what to do with the chicken legs, the red-haired boy said: "You can ask for what he paid you, this chicken leg is sealed and sterilized, and it can be stored for a month." ”

He then asked, "My name is Enrico, what do you call me?"

"My name is Alvin. Alvin introduced himself.

"I'm sorry, Alvin. Enrico said, "Today because of our reasons, the convoy came out late, so you have to wait for a long time." ”

Alvin, who was putting the chicken leg in his backpack, shook his head nervously and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I've just arrived." ”

Enrico said: "Look at your face is tanned and red, why did you just arrive, and I will invite you to drink when you arrive in town later." ”

"Originally, there were two people on my side, but they changed their minds temporarily, so the convoy came out late. ”

Alvin responded to Enrico's words.

Today, Alvin was wearing a patched linen shirt and pants, while Enrico was wearing leather boots, thin leather trousers, and a spider silk shirt, and how he looked like a rich man's child, which couldn't help but make Alvin nervous.

Enrico and Alvin, who were familiar with each other, quickly started talking, and before the car walked out of the car for half an hour, Alvin's bottom was set out by Enrico.

"Alas......" Enrico said with a sigh and patting Alvin on the shoulder, "I almost died in that flood, when it rained heavily on my side for almost a month, my brother and I were trapped in a cave at the top of the mountain, and there was a flood at the bottom of the mountain, and we were afraid that the mountain would be washed away by the water, and then we were afraid that we would starve to death in the cave." ”

Alvin's eyes turned red, and he said, "When the flood came down from the mountain, my father helped my sister and me to climb up the tree, and he was washed away before he could climb up. ”

"My sister and I hid in a tree for two days, and on the morning of the third day, my sister was so hungry that she fell from the tree, and I could only watch her being washed away by the water......"

"Then the water receded, and I came down from the tree, ate a slime raw, regained a little strength, and ran out of the mountain where the water had washed out. ”

"After a day of running I met a group of people and followed them south, and then settled in the village. ”

Enrico patted Alvin on the shoulder again and sighed: "If you have any difficulties along the way, you can find me, I can still help." ”

Then he looked at the black-robed man on the other side, who was barely speechless, and asked, "What is this brother's name?"

"Charles. Charles replied.

"Huh?" exclaimed Alvin, "is that His Highness Charles, whom the elves often talk about?"

"How could it be. Enrico said triumphantly, "I've seen that Charles before, that Charles is a warrior, this Charles is a magician, but it just happens to be the same name." ”

Charles asked curiously, "Have you seen that Highness, what does he look like, is he as good-looking as the rumors?"

As a result, Enrico scratched his head a little embarrassedly, his face was slightly red, and said: "Actually, I only saw his back from afar in the cafeteria two years ago. ”

"That's a pity. Charles said regretfully that there are many people who have gone to the front line to brush up on experience in recent years, and it seems that Enrico is also one of them.

With this as the conversation began, the three young men in the carriage began to talk.