The caravan stayed overnight all the way, and marched south without hurrying or slow. In the caravan, in addition to daily exercise, the panda chatted with the merchants and guards to learn some customs.

Each place has its own different customs, and the content of these customs is complex and varied, even if it is a "two-legged bookcase" and sound, it is impossible to know everything. For people who want to put down roots in this world, it definitely doesn't hurt to know a little more.

This is just like those old rivers and lakes on the earth, who can often understand more than a dozen dialects, can talk to the locals wherever they go, and know some local taboos, and will never easily violate them and cause trouble for themselves.

It has been more than two years since the crossing, but most of the timers are still deeply estranged from this world, and everyone consciously or unconsciously rejects the society that integrates into this world and still maintains their independence.

They are very different from the protagonists who can adapt to the new world and quickly integrate into it as soon as they cross over.

To take the simplest example, until now, when the traversers communicate with each other, they are more likely to use the names they used in the original game, rather than the names of the world they designed for themselves.

But time changes everything, and now they have integrated into this world a lot more than they did when they first crossed over. In a few years, a few decades, they will be more integrated into the world...... Maybe in a few decades, they will look no different from the people of this world in other ways except for their different origins.

Just like a wanderer who has lived in a foreign land for many years, the years will precipitate the foreign land into his hometown, and his hometown will become a smiling memory in his dreams.

Panda thinks that maybe when everyone starts a family here, it will be almost the same.

"Mr. Bell, do you think that's right?" asked one of the guards as she slid her punches into a stance.

The panda looked at it carefully, let the opponent throw a few punches into the air, then shook his head and said, "Your fist is too murderous." ”

He looked at the guards around him who had learned from him, and said, "I know you are all people who lick blood at the head of a knife, but in many cases, empty-handed combat is about 'subduing' rather than 'killing'. If you want to kill your enemies, use your knives more effectively. I teach you empty-handed combat in the hope that you will have more appropriate combat methods when you need to restrain your lethality, not that you will learn those professions such as divine fist messengers and beat others to death with your bare hands. ”

The guards nodded their heads to show that they understood what he meant.

One of the stewards of the caravan looked at this from afar, smiled, and said to the other steward next to him: "This Mr. Bell is not only very capable, but also has a good character." ”

"After all, it's a holy warrior, a holy warrior of the Church of the God of Suffering, it's just a matter of ability, and there must be no problem with his character. The steward who had tried to recruit pandas said.

"It's a pity that he's just on the same road with us, and when he gets to the south, he'll have to go to the Federation. ”

"No way, he said it at the beginning, he wanted to go to the archipelago area. It's just because time is not in a hurry that they follow us. ”

"I don't know if he will come to Tara Khan again in the future, if only he could settle here in the future. ”

"Tara Khan's situation is getting better day by day, and the Count is really a capable man. If this continues, sooner or later we will become prosperous!"

"Yes, he is much more pragmatic than previous counts. If you want me to say, there is no need for any kind of development or anything like that! As long as you build and prosper your own territory, you want people and money, why do you care how many vassals you have?"

"We don't understand the ideas of the big guys. In the past, there was certainly a reason for pioneering, and now that we don't do it, there is certainly a reason not to do it. ”

A steward, who had been listening in silence, suddenly looked left and right, lowered his voice and said, "Do you know? ”

"What is the reason?" asked the two stewards curiously.

"You've been in charge of trading with the South, and you've lived in Tarakhan for a short time, so you don't know. I've heard a few things...... There is a big devil in the north, fierce and cruel, and unreasonable. He made the northern territory his own territory, and no one was allowed to open up, and many people died for it!"

The two stewards were shocked and asked, "The earl doesn't care?"

"How, how to manage, do you want to fight for our own lives for the sake of those nobles in the north?" the steward who lived in Tara Khan City most of the time sneered, "We promoted development back then because the earl needed subordinate vassals. Now that the subordinate vassals are enough, the new earl cares about his control over the territory and the prosperity of the territory. As for those who want to go up by pioneering...... If they have the ability, they will deal with the big devil themselves, and if they can deal with it, the earl will not hesitate to reward and canonize them, but if they can't deal with the big devil themselves, then don't say anything!"

"Don't churches care?"

"It's not easy to manage. We don't have any powerful churches here, even if we reluctantly organize a crusade team, people can't beat them and escape, and the masters of the church can't always be stationed in the barren and impoverished north. The steward who broke the news sighed and said, "After all, our plates were too big to take care of." Even if you don't have this big devil, sooner or later there will be other troubles. ”

"Okay, don't talk about these unhappy ones, let's talk about happy ones. Not far in front is Henry Bode Manor, where good wine can be produced, and when we get to the place, I have a treat, let's go and have a good drink!"

"It's been a hard journey, and only the wine can make me feel a little warmer. ”

The panda's ears trembled slightly, and he could hear the distant sound clearly, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

When it was getting late, they came to Henry Boder's estate, famous for its cider, and the steward bought a few barrels from a merchant he knew well, and those who had leisure went to drink, and Panda came to the tavern.

There were only four or five people sitting and drinking in the tavern, and only one or two of them were armed, so it was obvious that there were not many adventurers here.

Panda came to the counter and put down a gold coin: "Please drink." ”

The chubby bartender looked at the coin with some surprise and replied, "Even cider doesn't need that much." ”

"Let's buy some news for the rest. The panda replied, "Is there anything worth saying?" ”

The bartender laughed - the gold coin was a good extra snack for him, after deducting a glass of cider for each of the guests.

He took out the wine bottle and the glass from under the counter, filled each glass with fragrant cider, and then beckoned everyone to come and get a glass, and when the guests smiled and thanked them and took the wine glass, he put away the wine bottle and said to the panda, "What do you want to know, sir?"

"I'm a paladin, so let's start with ghosts and stuff. Panda said.

The bartender thought for a moment and said, "A few years ago, the old baron's old courtyard north of our manor was once haunted. Just a few months ago, a few strange adventurers came and cleaned up the ghosts over there - and now there is no news of hauntings here. ”

The panda was slightly stunned and asked, "Strange adventurer?"

"Yes, they're of different races, but they seem to have a good relationship. They don't drink, and they don't seem to have a lot of experience in messing around, but they are really good under their hands, and they have cleaned up a lot of troubles, and the money is not expensive, and they speak very politely, just like the clergy who came out of any church. The bartender said with a smile.

The panda smiled too—if you think about it, you can understand who else could it be who matches the bartender's description, except for the traversers?