The mountains of Gisar are bordered by the evergreen broadleaf forests of the south, but they are far more pleasing than the hot and humid rainforests – the four seasons are distinct, and the small purple-skinned fruit is often made into wine, sold throughout the empire, and even sent to the palace of His Majesty the Emperor.

Although it is located on the border, it is rare to live and work in peace and contentment, it is not like the western coast of the empire, which is full of winds all the year round, and cannot go to sea for eight out of twelve months, and for two months, the sea breeze can even blow hundreds of kilometers into the hinterland of the continent, which is only two months of calm a year, nor like the eastern coastline, which is densely packed with islands and entrenched pirates of all kinds, not to mention the north, where the tribal alliance of barbarians goes south every winter to plunder.

Only the southern part of the empire is different, there are indeed some sub-races or barbarians in the jungle, but they are not large, the rainforest is enough to provide them with life, and the rainforest is rugged and inconvenient to transport, so it is miraculous that civilized and barbarians can coexist peacefully.

The town closest to the rainforest is Marula, which was originally a camp for loggers and later planted fruit trees as Gisar wine became popular.

The sound ......of wheels coming from afar, interspersed with a shout or two of the coachmen, was heard in a language that the townspeople had never heard before, but it was surprisingly elegant.

It's not the season for fruit trees, and some of the townspeople have a lot of leisure, and a few of them are curious to stand at the entrance of the town and look into the distance.

The sound of wheels getting closer and closer, and it wasn't long before the townsfolk saw five large carts approaching in the distance, each pulled by two large lizards, walking slowly towards the distance.

The big lizards twisted and twisted as they walked, causing the car to shake incessantly. They don't seem to be too well trained, and sometimes they have to go to the side of the road, and they have rough skin and thick meat, and are not very afraid of the coachman's whip. But whenever the coachman yelled and cursed angrily, the lizard seemed to be strangled by an invisible noose, and would always go back to the right path.

When the car got closer, the townsfolk could see it more clearly—what an ugly car it was! The body was made entirely of logs, not even the bark of the tree had been peeled off, but it was crudely cut into sections, tied with rope, and barely used as a board. The two big wheels are directly two logs, and this time I remember to remove the bark, but I forgot to hollow out the wheels. A triangular broken shed was erected above the car, barely sheltering from the wind and rain.

The combination of the broken cart and the lizard left the townsfolk stunned - what was going on? The sun was coming out in the west? The barbarians in the woods would build carriages?

Before the townsfolk could figure out what was going on, the lizard cart stopped nearby, and the driver jumped out of the car and walked towards the townspeople.

When he got closer, the townspeople realized that he was not a barbarian of the woods—a barbarian could not smelt iron, and would never have such a close-fitting fine scale armor, nor would he have a shining helmet.

There was still some distance between the cart and the townspeople, but the coachman approached in a few big strides, and before they looked at it from afar, they only thought that the armored coachman was mighty and majestic, but now that they looked at the figure that was a full head and a half taller than themselves, the townspeople realized his height.

The visitor stood in front of a young man, casting a shadow that obscured the boy's entire body, and several other townspeople saw that the situation was not good, and were ready to retreat - some reserved first slowly retreated, retreated to what they thought was safe before turning around and running, and one more cowardly, just turned and ran, and fell halfway.

Lucien was scared, he had never felt so scary before a warrior in full armor. Lucien swallowed a mouthful of saliva and shrunk his neck, "Ride...... What do you command, knight?"

Of course, Lucien didn't know that the knight lord didn't look like this, and he only vaguely guessed that the knight lord could afford this kind of full-body armor - after all, the south had not experienced war for hundreds of years, and even the governor of the town was the head of the lumberjack's guild, and Lucien had never seen a knight since he was a child.

The armored warrior lowered his head, and Lucien couldn't see his expression clearly through his helmet, but he felt that the other party was examining him, so he swallowed again.

"Okay, don't scare the kids. A voice came from the middle car, articulating the words clearly, but with a strange accent, soft and high-pitched, and if Lucien had been to the beach, he might have thought it was a bit like a whale or a dolphin.

In Lucian's eyes, the mighty and terrifying armored warrior was like a mouse hearing a cat barking, and he trembled all over, and hurriedly and honestly stepped aside.

Lucien was a bold child, and when he realized that the other party had no intention of harming him, his fear quickly subsided, and he was replaced by curiosity - who was the man in the car, he must be noble and rich, so why did he ride in such a broken car?

Lucien usually likes to listen to old people tell stories, and when he has the opportunity, he matches the scene in front of him with the character in the story - there must be a fallen nobleman in the car.

Of course, there was Faust in the car, and in a sense, he was indeed a nobleman in distress, so the boy's guess was not wrong.

Faust had been reading in the car, and there were many holes in the cloth, and the light that came in was enough for people to borrow to read. However, just now, Faust suddenly noticed that the guards had stopped, and he lifted the curtain to see a guard holding a young man, not knowing what to do.

He couldn't help but frown, "What's going on?"

The guard hurriedly explained, and he hurriedly explained in Aventu: "Your Excellency Diplomat, I just discovered a small town, and I just stopped a human to ask for directions. "These days they have seen how good this diplomat is, and all six of them are in awe of Faust.

Faust nodded secretly, the six guards left by Prince Leoric were completely owned by him, with their current state, even if the old club Prince Leorick suddenly appeared in front of them, and there was a conflict with Faust, they were still in between.

"You can't even speak the lingua franca, ask what way?" Faust was so pleased with the result that he only rebuked him verbally. "Stand down, I'll ask for myself. ”

Faust watched the guards return to the first cart as if they had been pardoned, looked back at the boy who had been stopped, and asked with a smile, "Child, what's your name?"

Lucien had already fantasized countless times just now that the young man in the mountain village rescued the nobles in distress, so he was appreciated for the story of Feihuang Tengda, and now he couldn't hide his excitement, and he reluctantly performed a half-baked and full of mistakes and omissions, "Pavilion...... Your Excellency, in reply to your words, my name is Lucien, Lucian Evans. ”

"Well, then, Mr. Lucian, can you tell me about this? Faust's psionic tentacles grew stronger and more sensitive as he meditated along the way, and he even read Lucian's superficial thoughts.

Ha, another chivalric novel, Faust first mocked himself, but then he thought that the other party was just a small-town child, and such fantasies were exactly what they should do at their age.

He had finally left the rainforest that made Faust uncomfortable, so he had been very happy these days, so he didn't mind amusing this Lucian, "If you say it well enough, then come and be my squire, and I will give you the honor of kissing my shoes." Faust tried his best to imitate the aristocratic tone of chivalric novels.

"Yes...... Yes, sir. The astute Lucien hurriedly changed his name, "This is Marula Town, under the jurisdiction of Red Rock City, in fact, no one cares about it - to get to Red Rock City, you have to cross the Gisar Pass, I heard that the shortest place is also a thousand yards high, the mountain road is only three feet wide, there are cliffs on both sides, and you can only see a white line when you look up......"

Faust automatically ignored Lucian's next few nonsense, which were nothing more than vernacular slang lamenting the difficulty of mountain roads, in short, something that Faust was not interested in.

But Faust still got some useful information from his words, such as the general geomorphological features of this area - since they came out of the rainforest, Faust has been climbing the slope for the past few days, Faust has a premonition that there may be a high ground ahead, and now it seems that there is more than that.

Lucian's shallow insight was only a shallow insight in his own mind, but it became useful information in the mind of the keen and erudite Faust, and as Lucien recounted it upside down, a magnificent picture unfolded in Faust's mind.

Faust marked the name of the Gisar Plateau on a map in his head, which in a broader view could also be called the Gisar Isthmus, where two continents meet, and the continental plate collides and uplifts to form a highland, and in the center of the highland, is the dividing line between the two continents. It was a huge mountain range, the Gisar Mountains.

The Gisar Mountains are so high that they are difficult to climb by manpower, but in one part of the range, it may be due to complex geological phenomena or other reasons, in short, there is a narrow crack in one place, which the locals simply name the Gisar Pass.

This narrow passage gave people hope to climb over the mountains, so some homeless people who had no land to cultivate flocked to the city, and people established a colony not far from the mountain pass, and opened up the land for farming.

Clearing the land inevitably involves cutting down trees, so naturally some people become lumberjacks. Later, the trees here were discovered by wizards to have magical effects, and the wood here was instantly worth a hundred times more.

There were more and more lumberjacks, and one of the lumberjack camps gradually evolved into the current town of Marula.

Faust was so pleased with the amount of information he had received that he also developed a crush on the fantastical teenager.

He patted the boy on the shoulder, interrupting his gushing speech, "Child, you will be my retinue from now on......"

"Really?" Lucien was overjoyed, he thought there were still several tests, but he didn't expect Faust to take him as a squire so easily, "I'm really ...... My lord, my lord...... I—I don't know......"

"Now that I am your master, therefore, I order you to keep your mouth shut. Faust waved his hand to stop the incoherent Lucien.

"Whose master are you?fart!you damned slave trader, eat me with an axe!" a gruff voice interrupted the conversation between Faust and Lucian.