The ups and downs of life's fortunes are always full of unexpected twists.

The boy who walked out of the beast camp thought that he was going to become a powerful mercenary, but the disaster that fell from heaven pushed the boy's fate to the wider world.

"Go ahead, I think that's what Keynes and Randall wanted. Not only is it safer there, it will make you stronger!" Aunt Nightingale whispered to Arthur.

"When I get stronger, I'll come back again, come back and avenge the mercenary group!" Arthur said through gritted teeth.

"Never come back, and don't think about revenge?

"No, I must take revenge! I am the mercenary of the Blue Enchantress, faith is life!"

Nightingale showed a smile of relief, "It's worthy of the blue enchantress who came out, Keynes and Randall didn't missee people, so don't think about revenge before you become a general-level martial artist!"

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The rain had stopped all night just as the day was about to light, and it was a new day.

There was already a queue waiting to leave the city in front of the city gate, woodcutters who went out of the city to cut wood, hunters who went into the mountains to hunt, mercenaries who accepted entrusted tasks, caravans who came to the border to do fur and herb business, and all kinds of ordinary people who were busy making a living.

Nightingale changed Arthur into an ordinary cloth suit, and overnight entrusted a familiar caravan to go out of the city early tomorrow morning, saying that he would help take a friend's child to study in a foreign country.

Compared with the checks when entering the city, the city guards did not check the people leaving the city one by one, and no one paid attention to the teenagers mixed in the caravan.

After walking out of the city gate, Arthur couldn't help but turn his head and look back, he was still a child when he entered the city with the mercenary group three years ago, and he was already a teenager when he left today, but he didn't know when he would be able to come back?

In addition, there is a mystery that has always lingered in Arthur's heart, why did Captain Keynes suddenly become a general-level warrior, why did he suddenly die after swinging a few swords, and what did Keynes go through? Everything has become an unsolved mystery......

"Started feeling homesick so soon?" Seeing Arthur keep looking back, a slightly chubby middle-aged man came over and asked, it was the owner of the caravan, Rasinde.

Arthur smiled shyly, "It's okay, Uncle Rashind, it's just a little reluctant." ”

"It's already very good, I dare to go out to study alone at such a young age, and I didn't even dare to go out of the village when I was your age. If there is anything you need to tell me directly along the way, I have been friends with Nightingale for many years, so don't be polite. ”

Arthur smiled politely and bowed in thanks.

From this day on, Arthur followed Rasinde's caravan all the way south.

Rasinde's caravan was small, with only twelve musk oxen pulling carts of caravans, and was one of many small and medium-sized caravans that traveled inland to and from the borders of the kingdom. Racinder runs several grocery stores in Solan City, and he makes two trips a year to Huaorez City, bringing herbs and furs from the Orlando Mountains back for simple processing and selling.

Because of the frequent commuting of this route, Racinde brought only six accompanying mercenary men, and hired five mercenaries to escort him all the way in Ciudad Huaorez just in case.

These mercenaries came from a small mercenary group that was only E-rank, and the leader was a thin mercenary in his forties, but a third-level martial artist. In addition, there are three second-level martial artists, and there is also a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man, who is only a first-level martial artist.

In fact, this is the norm for martial artists on the mainland, and it can be said that Arthur became a third-level martial artist at the age of fifteen.

Ordinary martial artists begin to practice martial arts at the age of seven or eight, boiling their bodies, tempering their muscles and bones, as long as they have a little talent and are willing to work hard, they can fight the meridians of the whole body at the age of seventeen or eighteen and become a first-class martial artist. After that, it was the process of accumulating Dou Qi, quenching his body with Dou Qi, and after seven or eight years of water grinding kung fu, he became a second-level martial artist at the age of twenty-five or sixteen. The vast majority of martial artists are promoted to the third level, and the road of martial artists has come to an end, and only a small number of martial artists with excellent talent or the opportunity to be deliberately cultivated can break the threshold of the third level and become a warrior at the level of a captain.

After that, the path of the warrior is like a pyramid, the higher you go, the narrower it becomes, and the warlord is the existence on the spire that all the warriors look up to. As for the generals, it is the existence of legends.

Along the way, these mercenaries are very dedicated, whether it is the daytime pathfinder or the night patrol, there is nothing wrong. It can be seen that although Norris, the middle-aged mercenary who leads the team, is not of high rank, he is very experienced as an old mercenary.

Over time, the mercenaries soon got along with the men of the Comptoir and Arthur, often making vulgar jokes.

Fearing that his identity would be revealed, Arthur deliberately distanced himself from the mercenaries. But the young mercenary named Hasg heard that Arthur was studying in the royal city of Singaluru, and every time he stopped to rest, he always liked to ask Arthur this and that, and his words revealed envy and yearning for the royal city.

"Brother Arthur, how about we compare, both are first-class martial artists, I want to see how big the gap is between you and you, a martial artist who has the opportunity to study in the royal city?"

As soon as the caravan came to a halt at a water's edge, Norris and a few other mercenaries were around to check on the situation, and Hasg took the opportunity to get to Arthur's side again.

Because the fifteen-year-old third-level martial artist was too scary, Arthur only said that he had just broken through the first level, which aroused Hasger's interest in trying to compete with Arthur.

"Forget it, Brother Hasger, I've just broken through the first level, and I definitely won't be able to beat you. ”

"Don't worry, just a try, we don't use blades, and I'll be careful, I won't hurt you. Hasg still didn't give up persuading Arthur.

Suddenly, there was a chaotic sound of horses' hooves in the distance, interrupting Hasge's desire to compete.

"Alert!"

Nearby, Norris had already run back quickly, drawing their blades on the outskirts of the caravan, ready for battle at any moment.

The smoke and dust were rolling on the road, and the mercenaries had just prepared when a dozen tall wildebeest horses rushed forward.

The knights on the horses were tall and mighty, all in silver armor, golden cloaks, red skakats on the chest, and three flaming flames embroidered on the cloak.

"Knights of Punishment of the Church of Light, none of these guys can afford to mess with them!" Hasg explained to Arthur beside him in a low voice.

There are two systems of politics and religion in the Terran kingdom on the Beland Continent, the body is under the control of His Majesty the King, and the soul is under the control of His Majesty the Pope.

"Who's in charge here?" asked one of the square-faced knights in the lead, shouting.

"Praise the God of Light!" Rashide hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to the heart of a standard believer before speaking, "I am the owner of the caravan, please ask Your Excellency the Knight of Light to give me instructions." ”

The square-faced knight nodded with satisfaction, "We're chasing a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, have you seen it?"

Arthur was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed that it seemed that everyone's eyes were slowly turning to him......