Having prepared for the trip, Allet the waiter sent them to sleep in the open room. Al put down a bag of gold coins, and the proprietress blushed and reached out to take it.

"Prepare me some jerky and water, I'll leave tomorrow morning." With that, Al went upstairs.

Changing out of the uniform that he had worn for nearly half a year, Al looked at it with emotion. When I took off my Boy Scout uniform, I didn't have this kind of melancholy of parting.

Al couldn't take this outfit with him, and he packed up the books and miscellaneous bits and bits he had bought for half a year and threw them to the innkeeper for him to dispose of.

His salute consisted of a suit of clothes, a saber and a satchel containing salt and a few low-quality philosopher's stones.

As soon as it was dawn, he set off with the jerky prepared for him by the innkeeper. As for saying goodbye, there is no need.

Men's friendship is all in the wine.

Located in the forest, it is rich in produce, and caravans come and go every day. Al found a caravan to the nearest city and followed them for a silver coin.

He couldn't say that he was a road idiot, but he didn't dare to say that he would be able to get out of the way, even according to the messy map of the abstract representatives.

And when traveling, there is always an indescribable sense of security in the crowd.

Although the identification certificate that Soles asked him to come said that he was a retired guard of the city of Mesantan, he still had to sit in the back row of the carriage, which still saw that he was a fifth-level elite soldier and a pharmaceutical doctor. Also riding in an ox cart are a mother and daughter visiting relatives and a young girl holding a baby, which is a preferential treatment for women. Everyone else had to walk behind the caravan and bring their own rations.

The slow carriage walked along the cleared official road, pulling many goods, the goods were sealed with seals, and there were two teams of more than twenty mercenaries and a dozen sturdy caravan men in front and behind. People of status sat in the carriage in front.

As Al Xinqi looked around, the city of Mesantan gradually turned into a black shadow behind him, and as soon as he entered the forest, the atmosphere of the entire caravan became tense. Al's heart fluttered, and a feeling of being watched by someone spontaneously arose. Al could even feel his gaze flickering to the left and right, chasing the caravan all the time and staring at him.

The strange thing in the forest must be the druid, the escaped Mansfield Elder who rushed in and killed him with his strength, and he had no power to fight back. Isn't it him?

Al didn't panic too much, the training of the boy camp has been erasing their negative emotions, fear is a reflection of the body's instinct, a warning of danger, and it is necessary to use this reaction correctly to deal with unfavorable battles.

Even if you really face the danger that cannot be escaped, the last drop of blood will be drained in the bloody battle road.

Walking in the forest for a long time, in addition to being vigilant, you should also talk more, otherwise the depressing and tense atmosphere will make people's nerves very tense and very easy to get tired.

Al listened to the mercenaries outside chatting about the shortcomings of their parents, the plump fat buttocks of the dancers in which bar, and the strange things that happened somewhere, while he was distracted from studying his own ideas.

The baby in the carriage first snorted uncomfortably, and then cried loudly, a healthy boy. Al looked back to see the vibrant new life, but just happened to see the girl breastfeeding, blushing and quickly turning around, and pulled down the curtain for them to cover it. The embarrassed appearance of the teenager and the gentlemanly demeanor made the mother and daughter and the nursing girl chuckle.

Lunch was settled on the spot, and the travelers traveling with the caravan went to the surrounding forests to rummage for some fruit and leaves, and ate their own cakes. The lady in the carriage was more well-prepared, with fruit and homemade snacks.

"Hey, Al, would you like to have a taste?" the girl from the field boldly beckoned Al. Al refused her kindness, took it out of his backpack and touched it, and found that it was all jerky, and seeing that everyone including the mercenaries ate the coarse biscuits, Al didn't take it out, so he was hungry and ate it at night.

A nut suddenly fell from the tree and smashed on Al's head, and Al looked up to see a squirrel looking at him, wagging its tail at him, and motioning for him to follow.

Alcai didn't want to have anything to do with any druids. He closed the curtain and hid in the carriage.

When the squirrel saw that he was not coming, he scurried down and got into the carriage through the window.

Al drew his sword and stared at the squirrel.

"A squirrel, so cute. The girl picked up a fruit and handed it to him, and the squirrel watched as he swept it away mercilessly with his big furry tail and threw himself into Al's knapsack full of jerky.

"What are you doing, go away!" Al felt familiar as he chased the squirrel.

"Rob?" Al whispered, and the squirrel nodded at him, and then lunged into the backpack that Al was holding in his arms, and Al didn't hide from him this time.

"Al, this squirrel isn't afraid of life at all. The girl looked at the squirrel who ignored her with regret and said to Al enviously.

"The animals in the forest are probably bold, so I'll go out and let him go. Al hurriedly went out with his backpack.

A few meters away from the caravan, Al Cai whispered out the squirrel with a bulging mouth that was gnawing on a piece of meat chops, and looked left and right like a thief to see if anyone noticed him. Except for the druids who help people farm, to be honest, they don't have a good reputation at all.

"Rob, why are you here?" Rob was a druid, but he had some friendship with Al, and he was one of his few friends, so he was very happy.

"It's the animal messenger, I'm far away. The squirrel whispered too.

"Isn't it true that animal messengers can only deliver letters? "We are not like ordinary druids, how can ordinary druids transform into spells that ordinary people can learn. ”

The transformation spells of the Starch Spencer Druids were indeed different from ordinary druids, and Al learned them by taking up the druids without swearing an oath of faith.

"Oh, then can you not eat my jerky, you are a squirrel. Seeing him blink an eye, Al wiped out a third of his entire bag of steaks, and pushed the squirrel out in distress with his backpack.

"This is the payment for delivering the letter, are you sure you won't pay it?" "The squirrel looked at Al with contempt like Rob.

"Send a letter, what letter," Al reluctantly opened his backpack.

The squirrel jumped in and replied as he ate.

"Did you kill some of the vengeful mad dogs that were active in the Sunset Forest?"

"How do you know? You're here to avenge them?"

"No, I'm so happy that I'm willing to send you a message. It is said that there is only one person left, Mansfield, and several great druids of the Forest Council have also been cut down by dozens of Templars of the Church of Light and hid in the forest, and they have also lost a golden oak leaf to settle the matter. ”

"Golden Oak Leaf?, what's that?" The Oak is the sacred tree of the forest, an oak tree incarnated by one of the world's most powerful gods and the father of nature, Sivannas.

The Golden Oak just sounds powerful.

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