The hot spring village is not close to Vanilla City, and it takes about five or six days to reach it on horseback.

In the dark and chaotic era, from Garano to Vanilla City, and further afield, to Shamrock City, Giethoorn, Lily of the Valley...... At the time, this large area did not belong to the kingdom of the Griffons, but to a country called "Tomiri".

This is a human kingdom that has existed for less than a hundred years after the name of its founding queen, and it is also one of the dozens of kingdoms that have been established by humans after the fall of the Magic Empire.

The great griffon kingdom annexed more than a dozen human nations in the two hundred years of the original chaotic era, and the kingdom of Tomili was one of these annexed countries. However, although the griffon kingdom annexed these countries, many of the names of the cities, villages and towns in these kingdoms are still in use today.

Of course, this does not include Garano. It was a new city built after the unification of the griffon kingdom, which can be distinguished from the names of these cities, villages and towns.

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By this time, the sky was already a little dark. In the distance, beautiful, verdant mountains become shadowy. On the side of the road, the fields full of all kinds of crops that I saw during the day slowly faded away from the colorful colors like a drawing board, and turned into monotonous black and gray, which looked a little gloomy in the night breeze.

Between the fields and the mountains, there is a turquoise river, and the river flows slowly, looking upstream in the direction of the flow, and you can faintly see a large embankment built upstream in the distance. The levee is like the mouth of a monster, constantly pouring out rushing water.

At this time, Barrett was holding the 'carrot', slowly walking along the paved road connecting Garano and Vanilla City, looking for a place to camp at night.

What is today's date? He thought hard, it seemed to be April 13th, or the 14th, or at most the 15th, but not more than the 16th. If nothing else, he will be able to complete this task of delivering the letter in time.

Today is Barrett's fourth day out of Hot Springs Village, and in two days at most, he will be in Vanilla City. Along the way, the barbarians did not choose to stay in the villages along the way, but chose to travel as fast as they could, until dark, and then slept in the wilderness. This will undoubtedly save a lot of time.

In fact, Barrett was more accustomed to camping in the wilderness as he is now, at least in a more liberal way, without restraint, and without being cautious about soiling his master's sheets.

Of course, the premise is that it must not rain, and there should be no light rain, otherwise you will really suffer.

'Carrot' snorted disapprovingly beside him, shaking his head and shaking the reins in Barrett's hand. Barrett knew what it meant – the 'carrot' was tired, needed to rest, needed to eat, needed carrots!

"Come on, go further. Barrett soothed, "Let's find a dry place, at least it has to be covered with fat grass." In addition to the grass, I will reward you with two apples, half a bag of corn, and, five carrots!" He stretched out a palm and stroked the bridge of the horse's nose, "If you can't eat it, you can save it for tomorrow morning." ”

The horse had been running around Barrett all day, so Barrett decided to treat him to something. When Carrot heard his words, he raised his head haughtily and sneered, as if to laugh at Barrett for underestimating his appetite.

In the distance, he noticed a ball of fire jumping softly, and the light of the fire was particularly conspicuous in the darkening environment. The barbarian had already noticed the flame, and he estimated that it must have been a lit bonfire, and the owner of the bonfire must have been travelers who, like him, had to sleep in the wilderness.

He continued to move forward, and the campfire grew closer. Barrett saw five men and women, young and old, sitting around the campfire, and a carriage parked next to them. The carriage was parked upwind to shield the travelers from the cold night wind.

Barrett had no intention of coming forward to talk, because the travelers who met by chance at night would subconsciously keep their distance from each other, implicitly vigilant, not to mention that he was also a tall man with a sharp weapon at his waist, which would undoubtedly make people even more jealous.

The camping area chosen by this group is really good, the ground is flat and spacious, dry and tidy, and it should be able to accommodate two or three more groups of people. If Barrett had to choose, he would have chosen this place as well, but in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he still planned to go some distance past these people.

Because of the proximity, Barrett could feel the people at the campfire staring at him nervously. The brute's keen senses allowed him to perceive the expressions and states of everyone at the campfire:

The fat middle-aged man with a scarf on his face closest to him by the campfire had a somewhat panicked expression, another man in a light gray felt hat and a coachman smiling at Barrit, but the hand holding the stick kept using his strength, a little girl of three or four years old burrowed into her mother's arms, and her mother looked at Barrett with a calm expression without a hint of panic, and finally an old man with gray hair was dozing off with his chin on, as if unaware of his approach as an uninvited guest.

Barrett understood the mood of the men, so he nodded briefly and politely at them, ready to continue walking.

But as soon as he had passed the group, a sudden burst of words came from the campfire, "It's late at night, if you don't mind, join us here for the night." ”

He stopped, and turned to look over the campfire. "Believe me," said the man dressed as a coachman, "There are no good camping spots for a long way on. He said another word to Barrett.

"Are you sure?" Barrett asked.

"I'm sure!" smiled the felt-hated coachman, "I've been running the road from Galano to Vanilla City for nearly ten years, and I'm familiar with every place on the road where I can camp. "In front of me is a large patch of weeds made up of sweet elephant grass and grass ephedra, and there is also a thorny curly ear grass in it, which neither man nor horse will like." That land has been abandoned for a long time, and they are ......"

"No, I mean, are you sure you want me to join you?" Barrett asked again.

The coachman straightened the felt hat on his head, looked at the people around him, and then smiled at Barritt, "At least you don't look like one of those robbers who rob for a living, otherwise you could have rushed straight at us, do you think anyone here can resist your hand?"

The obese middle-aged man and the young mother did not say anything, as if they acquiesced to the coachman's idea of "making his own decisions". But in Barrett's opinion, they should have discussed this plan in advance after they sensed his presence from a distance.

The coachman's timing was very accurate, and it was only at the moment when Barrett had just passed the men and was about to continue walking.

He initially tested Barrett's personality, and sincerely said this "temptation", and then pointed out the last resort of his own actions (all of them were unarmed people), so such temptations are not annoying.

"Actually, I used to be a robber for a while, not for a long time, maybe only two or three years, but now I've changed careers. However, if I meet a good target, maybe I will return to my old job. Barrett said with a serious face.

With his words, Barrett felt the whole atmosphere suddenly tense again, "Hey, it doesn't seem like a good joke. He spread his hands helplessly.

"Especially at night, it's even less funny. The coachman and the others breathed a sigh of relief, "Come over and warm up before you make the next joke that makes us change our minds." ”

"Thank you for your kind invitation. "Barrett took the carrot down the road and walked towards the group of travelers.

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