Lying in the car body, she didn't pull up the canopy to block the wind, Golia didn't be mischievous, she could see that John's mood was not very good, so she could only obediently curl up and lie on John's chest, a little worried. In Goliath's memory, John was always unhurried and did his own thing, and his rhythm did not change due to external events. Seeing John so panicked for the first time, Gloria lay on John's chest and looked at John quietly, for fear that something would happen to John.

Soon, it was dawn. John lay in the car and watched as the sky grew brighter and brighter, and the morning sun, which had just emerged from the horizon, began to sprinkle the earth with the blessings of spring. Not long after the sun came out, John was woken up by Cook. Looking up, John found that the door of the house not far away had also been opened, and out of the façade came an old man with a hoe and a pitchfork. John drove the carriage to the house, and met the old man head-on.

At first, the old man just buried his head and walked along the side of the road, and only raised his head when he heard the sound of a carriage in front of him. John saw that the other party had already seen him, and stretched out his hand to greet him: "Do you want to buy something?" I have a lot of rare goods here, all of which have just arrived from Nimitz, and are guaranteed to be the freshest and most fashionable. ”

The old man listened to John's words, and was stunned for a while, and muttered to himself: "From Nimitz?" John nodded: "Yes, from Nimitz." When the old man heard John's confirmation, he raised his head and looked at John: "So, do you have any information about the militia battalion?" "Is there a militia battalion?" John looked at the old man: "Old man, do you have a family in the militia camp? There is still some news, although not a lot." I have only information here about the first militia battalions. ”

"Yes, yes, the militia battalion of the first battalion. The old man nodded like a chicken pecking rice, he couldn't even take care of farm work, the farm tool in his hand was put down from his shoulder, and his eyes were full of anticipation: "I don't know what information you have, do you need me to buy something?" John shook his head: "No need to do this. I don't really know much. By the time I set out from Nimitz, they had been on their way for quite some time. I left Nimitz City, they should have reached the Duchy of Manhattan. ”

"The Principality of Manhattan ......" the old man had a trace of confusion on his face: "Where is that?" When John heard this, he knew that this old man didn't know the location of the Duchy of Manhattan, and maybe he didn't even know where the location of Nimitz City was, but he heard that his country was the Nimitz Empire, and the name of the imperial capital was Nimitz City, and that's what he knew. It is possible that since this old man was born, the scope of his life has been around his village.

I thought it was a little strange before, according to this world, there are no families living alone on the side of the road, right? Aren't they all gathered in villages and towns? But John didn't ask, each with their own troubles or reasons.

The old man listened to John's words, and felt a little confused, and when he came back to his senses, he saw John still sitting in the carriage, as if waiting for his response. I don't know where the Principality of Manhattan is, but it's a nice surprise to get information about the militia battalion. The other party brought a message for himself, and although he didn't understand the message, he was grateful. The other party is a merchant, and if he can buy her goods, he should be the happiest, right?

Thinking of this, the old man put his hoe on his shoulder and asked, "Mr. Merchant, I see that you have come here in the night, and if you don't mind, you can come to my house and drink some hot soup." I don't really remember what was missing at home, but it doesn't take much time to just count what is missing. ”

John nodded, and gently raised the reins in his hand, and Marcie Mama slowly walked to the door with small steps. This dwelling was not far from where John had been spending the night, and John was still moving towards it at dawn, and the distance between the two could be heard by the other side even if he spoke loudly. A minute or two later, John's carriage reached the door of the hut. The old man walked to the door, put down his shoulder and patted the door: "Open the door, open the door quickly." ”

The door opened with the sound of a crushing opening, John got out of the carriage, and King 1 looked at the open door. The door was opened by an old woman, about the same age as an old man, with gray hair on her head and wrinkles between her brows. It can be seen that the old woman should not be in a good mood before, and when she saw the old man knocking on the door and coming back, her face was a little puzzled: "Did you forget something in the house?" The old man shook his head: "This merchant is from Nimitz City, and he has some information about the militia battalion. Hearing the news that there was a militia battalion, the old woman's frown expanded slightly: "That's good, that's great." So saying, the old woman looked at John, who was standing nearby, "Come in and sit down, Mr. Merchant." John nodded and said, "Excuse me." ”

The cottage is not very large, with a living room with a kitchen and dining room, plus a bedroom for an elderly couple. When the old man entered the door, he put the farm tools behind the door and led John to sit down at the table. The old woman also sat down at the table.

John looked at the expectant eyes of the two, and said helplessly: "Actually, when I set off from Nimitz City, the First Militia Battalion had already set off for a while, and I didn't know the information after that. Even with their location, I just infer that they arrived in the Duchy of Manhattan. "I haven't heard about their defeat, have you?" The old man's expression was a little complicated, as if he wanted to know some specific information, but he was afraid that this news would not make him acceptable.

John said: "No, although the Principality of Manhattan is considered a frontline, even in the Principality of Manhattan, there is still some distance from the real battle front, and there is no news now." The old man sighed: "It's good that there is no information about defeating the battle, at least you should be alive now." ”

John looked at the old man who didn't know if he really put his mind at ease and asked, "What, do you have any family in the militia camp?"

The old man nodded: "Yes, Mr. Merchant." It is my son, the eldest son in the family. "It's the eldest son. John nodded. Although the desire and desire to have children in this world are quite strong, every man is a wealth that cannot be despised by the family. Not to mention the eldest son, the eldest son is the heir of the family in another way, and it is the hope of a family. Even though commoners do not have this family concept, they do not value their eldest sons less than aristocratic families.