Every year after the autumn, the village delivered the rents and taxes of the year to the lord's castle, and dozens of villagers served for it, and from the fearful stories of the villagers, Dean knew very well how hard and dangerous it was to complete a two-day journey in the seemingly monotonous and peaceful mountains before him.

Along the way, the sender of the letter carefully explained, and laid out these hardships and dangers more clearly in front of Dean.

"There, you can't go there...... It's summer, and it can rain on the mountain at any time, and it will soon be completely flooded, and you won't have time to run. He led Dean out of a great circle, and the messenger looked at the valley down the hill with trepidation.

"Come, work harder, hurry, be sure to climb this mountain before the sun goes down...... This is the path that the beast wolf has trodden, and when the night comes, the wild wolf and even the bear will come out to hunt......" On a rare stretch of the mountainside, the messenger took Dean's shoulders and hurried forward.

"Hold on to the rattan! Pull with confidence, pull hard! Absolutely not broken...... Beginning with my father's father, every summer when we passed by here, we would check the rattans and occasionally replant a few more......" explained the messenger to Dean who had slid down the cliff as he tossed the seeds of a certain plant.

"Whew...... It's finally here...... Spend the night here, come, go pick up some branches, and I'll dig a hole...... What are you doing? Hurry up and put it down! Yes, of course you can't just light a bonfire, remember the old stonemason? It was here that he was burned. The messenger quickly threw away the stone used to dig the pit, and took the flint that Dean was about to use.

"Get up, you're on your way...... Now drink some water and eat dried fruit when the sun rises a little higher. ”

"No, do you see? Here are poor Roque, yes, those bones...... Alas, poor Roque, who broke his leg and can still call us when he falls...... But the cliff was so steep that we couldn't find a way down after searching for most of the day...... At last? At last...... I guess I'm starving. We can't be blamed for this, not even the beasts. ”

"This is the most dangerous place...... But now it's all right, the danger is autumn, and when that time comes, those damned thieves, the rats that usually hide, will crawl out of their nests, and hide beside them with sticks and knives, and when the village is collecting the money, they will rush out, and they will rob them, and they will kill people...... They don't seem to be here in the past few years, but who knows, maybe one day they will come out again...... These puppies are always dead. As he passed through the canyon, the messenger looked around, and the slightest movement would have alarmed him.

Mountains, forests, wolves, bears, bones, torrents, wildfires, thieves......

There were endless dangers and difficult treks, and if it had been Dean a few days ago, he would have heard about half of them, and he would definitely not have left his village for another year.

However, with my father's analysis, I understood the request of the priest, and enjoyed the envy of the villagers, as well as the obvious courtship and care of the messenger.

No matter how tired this journey is, no matter how dangerous it is, Dean, the current cowherd helper, the future cattle handler, always has courage and desire in his chest.

After the last ravine, the road was much better, and the messenger eased up, telling Dean that this was already near the village of Akle, and that there would be no more danger.

As the sun rose to its highest, Dean climbed over the last hill, and before his eyes appeared a large, slightly undulating, long plain, with several winding streams of water cutting the plain into pieces, and beside the largest stream, between the large expanses of black fertile soil exposed by the ploughed lord's commons, dotted with wooden houses.

"Look, this is the village of Ecrane...... We're here! ”

As the messenger said this, Dean saw a thick black smoke rising from another hill not far away.

So, before Floran had reached the foot of the hill, there were already two police officers resisting sharpened wooden spears, and four sturdy villagers carrying thick wooden sticks.

Dean was not panicked, not to mention that the messenger had already taken care of this on the way, even when he was usually in Floran Village, Dean had already seen similar precautions a few times.

"Outlander......*@&! ......" stood still in the distance, and the police officer who was walking in front shouted at the two men.

Except for the vague feeling that he was shouting "stranger" at first, Dean couldn't understand the rest of the words at all, so he could only watch the messenger next to him curl his tongue and use another accent awkwardly, coupled with various hand and dance postures, and barely communicate with the same hard police officer.

Dean sighed softly, which was a big reason why he was reluctant to come over to help in the first place.

The villages of Floran and Ackery are too far away.

Two days away, a road full of hardships and dangers, firmly separated the two villages into two almost completely disparate worlds.

For nearly a hundred years, or even longer, apart from the special role of the old man on horseback and the messenger of the village, there was almost never a chance for contact between the other villagers of the two villages.

For such a long time, like other strangers who have passed through Floran's village, if there is no messenger to lead the way, a stranger who steps into a stranger's village will never be able to leave.

Thinking about the years he was going to live in this strange village, even though he had mustered all the courage, Dean's heart still fluctuated.

Fortunately, the priest was kind enough to allow the messenger to accompany him for three days, which must be learned quickly—at least to be able to guess exactly what a small part of the people of the village of Akri were talking to.

After a while, the police officer on the other side finally understood what the messenger meant, and turned around and ordered one of the villagers to leave.

After the same length, if not longer, Dean felt his feet start to go numb, and the villager who had left before finally led another person over.

Dean noticed that the sender's expression suddenly relaxed a lot, "Pamela...... ￥#&*（……”

Pamela, the messenger of the village of Ackley—the lucky messenger who had just come over with an unconcealed joy on his face—understood why his village's fast legs were saying "dog stuff" so much.

The addition of Pamela greatly facilitated the process of communication.

It wasn't long before Parame was in the lead, the messenger and Dean were in the middle, two police officers with sharp spears, and four villagers with thick wooden sticks followed vigilantly in the end, and the group walked quickly into the village.

The steward of Aikeri's village was very busy, and after listening to the message brought by the fast legs from Floran Village, the steward who was checking the farm tools in the village warehouse did not say a word, waved his hand and sent a few people on the road.

The priest of the village of Acreary was a little idle, and after reading the parchment scroll from the priest Floran, the reverend of Ackle raised his head and said a few words to Dean.

"Gantt said that you are the eldest son of a cowherd, and that you are very good at crafting, and that you are very educated