The carriage was nowhere to be seen by the coachman, and the reins of the four horses were passed through the rectangular ventilation window at the front of the carriage, and it looked like a moving fortress.

"It's time."

Jett lifted the other leg from one leg and straightened his red-dyed armor to the edge of the flyway. She pulled out a torn, yellowed scroll from under her breastplate and opened it wide towards the oncoming carriage.

Soon after the horse's hooves stopped on the flyway, the rectangular window opened down like a drawer, revealing a pair of round objects with a faint silver glow in the dark carriage, which I thought were the eyes of some creature, but professional habits told Draenor that it was mostly the muzzle of a flintlock shotgun.

"It's not a small courage to intercept the transport vehicle of the Nagseus Kingdom without permission."

A low, unmellow voice came from the carriage, and it seemed that the driver was an elderly man.

"The 'Red Knight' of the Kingdom of Garawar in the South - Jet. Lei Lilin, who vows to join the Knights of Nagasus to fight for legend and peace. ”

Jett said in a resolute but respectful tone to the man in the car. Believing that she had memorized this line for so many years, and that was the moment she had been waiting for, Draenor only suspected that such an answer might not be enough to make the convoy guards let their guard down.

After a moment of silence, a shriveled arm half-covered by a linen sleeve stretched out from the lathe, like an enlarged version of an ant's arthropod, with a trace of strange smoke in front of everyone.

"Petition?"

Draenor didn't understand what the guard was trying to say, but Jett reacted in time, she pulled out the thin sword at her waist, raised her hands and tossed it aside, holding the rare oil painting in her left hand and handing it directly in front of the arm.

"When did the incident happen?"

"Miracle at 7:20 a.m. on December 8, 1718, shortly after sunrise." Jett whispered the numbers to the other and then whispered them a few times, it was clearly just a whim she had come up with, so she had to keep it in mind so that she wouldn't make a mistake later.

"Uh-huh......" The arm holds up the painting, and the man hiding in the shadow of the carriage seems to be carefully examining the image on the canvas with the help of the sunlight.

"The 'Red Knight' is you?"

"It's like a fake."

"Why did you join Nagasus?"

Draenor could almost feel the pocket watch in his pocket slowly working against his chest, and as time passed, he couldn't hold his breath a little bit, and it seemed that even if he continued to answer, the guards might not be able to easily believe the identity of everyone.

"In addition to what I said before, there is also the one that is to take Mr. Delano and the others who are traveling with me to Nagseus to find a place to live, we lack everything except money." Jett turned his head to look at Draenor and continued to the people in the carriage.

For some reason, Draenor seemed to sense the guard's gaze suddenly turning to him, the coin-shaped purse he had strapped around his waist to be exact.

The thin arm took the painting into the car, and then spread out his fingers and leaned against the window again.

"Travel expenses."

What kind of serious look is he pretending to ask around, and when it comes to money, it's quite refreshing...... But it can be regarded as a ruin to avoid disasters, and there is no shortage of such a point for the time being, just buy a few tickets.

Draenor pursed the corners of his lips, pulled out two glittering gold coins from his money bag, stepped forward and stuffed them into the guard's hands. As he approached the carriage, he finally smelled the smell of smoke, more like the smell of burning tea than tobacco.

At the moment when the arm was withdrawn from the carriage, the door on the side of the carriage finally opened, and out came a scrawny old man. He wore the disproportionate giant shotgun on his chest, the coarse cloth overalls that farm workers wore as standard, and a yellowed shirt that was burned with smoke holes that loosely covered his upper body, a stark departure from Draenor's vision.

The old man weighed the two gold coins in his hand, and moved the pipe to the other side, and the smoke that rose rhythmically made him scarcely open his eyes, but he turned his head sideways to make a rough gesture to the crowd, and then waved his hand behind him.

"Come up."

Draenor feigned touching the back of his neck, pushed the fire hammer hanging from his back down, and stepped into the carriage.

The old man seemed to be the only one in the carriage, and all that was there was a burlap bag full of goods. The old man, who was also the driver and guard, pouted, and pointed to the rear of the carriage with his pipe instead of his arm, and the group walked to the rear of the car in a knowing way.

"Don't touch the cargo, sit tight and keep your mouth shut."

The old man said word by word, closed the door and walked down the low ladder to the cab.

Then again, this is the first time I've seen a carriage with such a structure. The interior is much more spacious than it looks from the outside, with only one door separating the driver's seat from the cargo compartment, and the entire body is connected as a miniature version of the cabin.

It's just that the back end of the carriage is already full of goods, and there is not enough space to sit on the ground. In order to make room for the rest of the group, Draenor had to move half-bowed to the nearest corner of the corner, half-crouched, leaning against the wooden box stacked high behind him.

And the sour smell of fermented dairy products fills the car, but fortunately there is a rectangular window on the roof that is not small. He was about to open his mouth to ask the coachman, but the words lingered for a while, but he decided to "keep his mouth shut" as the old man said. So the wooden window on the top was pushed open, and he saw the clear blue sky and smelled the fresh air.

It was now almost certain that the transporter would be carrying the people to Kerton, and the first thing to do when there was undoubtedly to help Jett get the so-called "knight's register" and then ...... He needed to find a way to fill his stomach.

He had barely eaten anything for the past day, and the only thing that could quench his hunger was the ice water from the melting snow, which flowed into his stomach and fused with the burning stomach acid, and his abdomen cramped as if it had been run over by a wheel.

"In addition to the military, the economy is also important there." He remembered what Jett had said, and it seemed that Kerton was not only a stage for knights, but also a paradise for the rich.

At some point, the carriage seemed to get faster and faster, and the cold wind that gathered in the air continued to lap on Draenor's body through the skylight. Vikiriko pursed her lips and gently placed her shawl on top of her head, as if to express a silent complaint against Draeno.

After a few seconds, the entire carriage was moving as if it were falling, and the speed was still increasing. Everyone subconsciously held on to any angular objects around them, and after a jolt, a strange man's voice came from the front of the carriage.

"Leif! Pull the reins a little tighter when going downhill! You're going to exhaust these brutes to death! ”

Through the driver's door, Draenor saw a sleepy-eyed young man walk up to the coachman, snatch the reins from his hand and tie them to something.

"Noisy, you know it's noisy when you wake up! It's not your turn to teach me! ”

So saying, the old man shoved the reins into the young man's hand, and angrily raised his pipe and struck him on the back of the head a few times, then turned and pushed open the wooden door and walked towards the people.

"It's almost time for Kerton, pack your things and get ready to get out of the car."