The comfort of the wagons was poor, and they were now walking in the wilderness, and the road was unkempt, so it was even more bumpy, and bumped and bumped as they traveled.

But that was for the other wagons, and the carriage that Norman was in was surprisingly stable, and it was not very bumpy, and the groom felt a little strange, and couldn't figure it out for a long time, and in the end it had to be attributed to the fact that his carriage was stuffed with two big living people, especially one of them was so strong, which probably played an extremely important role in the stability of the carriage.

That's one of the reasons why Curry likes to drill into Norman's car.

But if one were able to lie under the carriage and look up reflexively for a while, one would notice a strange pattern on the floor of the carriage, which would occasionally appear with a faint glow, and then disappear as if breathing.

It was a magic array that Chen Qinghe wrote down casually, and it was also the reason why their carriage was so secure, for an archmage, it was so easy to improve the quality of life.

In the carriage, Norman was making his instrument and talking to Curry about the fairy tale, which was already coming to an end.

“...... The Emperor trembled a little, for he knew that what the people said was true, but he thought to himself: No, I must finish this procession. So he walked ahead with a proud gesture, and his courtiers followed him with their non-existent skirts, but all the people were saying that he really had no clothes on!"

After listening to this story, Korry giggled and said, "The emperor and those ministers are so stupid, they really think that they have clothes, and they are not as smart as a child. ”

Norman also smiled and said, "yes." He didn't plan to say anything, but Chen Qinghe, who was sitting opposite him, opened his eyes and sighed: "Your story is very interesting, although it is just a small fairy tale, the meaning contained in it is very profound, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it with wisdom." ”

The story of the emperor's new clothes told by Norman may have been a funny joke for the little boy Curry, but for the great literati Chen Qinghe, what he saw in it was much more profound. It was also because he could see those things that he deeply admired Norman who told the story.

In the recent process of getting along, the two have gradually transitioned from a trading relationship at the beginning to a friend relationship that appreciates each other.

After hearing this story, Curry was still unsatisfied, and wanted to pester Norman to tell another story, but before he could say anything, the carriage gradually slowed down, and finally stopped completely.

As is customary, it is likely that this is going to be set up for rest and camp.

The sound outside gradually became noisy, and life was noisy, and Kouli went to push the car door to take a look, and sure enough, the carriage in front of him had stopped, and people got out of the car one after another, checking the goods, digging pits and making fires, all of which were not lacking, and then looking at the height of the sun outside, it should be the time for lunch.

"It's time to eat!"

Curry was happier than listening to the story, and suddenly jumped out of the car door to find his family, and the child's undisguised nature was vividly displayed at this moment.

Norman and Chen Qinghe didn't get off the bus for the time being, but they paid the money, they were guests of the caravan, they didn't need to get off the car to help with the work, they just waited for dinner.

Norman continued to play his instrument.

He probably did get started with the "Funeral Heart Sutra", which is mainly reflected in the fine control and sensitivity of his body, speed, etc., so it is also very easy and handy to make a musical instrument.

When he had almost finished the body of the piano in his hand, there was a sound outside calling them to eat, and the two got out of the car.

In the outdoor open-air restaurant, on a flat ground on the right side of the carriage, three large cauldrons were set up on three fires, two of which were boiling mushroom soup with bones, and the aroma wafted from afar, and one pot was broth, which was much smaller and much less fragrant.

There are a lot of people here, everyone is bitter, and there is nothing to pay attention to in the wilderness, sitting or standing, holding a plate of mushroom soup in one hand and a piece of black bread in the other, eating deliciously, but many people's eyes are glancing at the pot with broth from time to time, and their eyes are full of greed. But they just looked, and their noses fluttered, and the bread was served with the rich aroma of broth.

Those broths were prepared for a few big men in the caravan, but they were not something that civilians could eat, even if they were given money.

Norman and Chen Qinghe walked over here, each holding a plate, and the chef who watched the pot served a plate of mushroom soup to the two of them, and then each gave a piece of black bread, which was their lunch.

As "bards", the two are naturally not qualified to enjoy the broth, but it doesn't matter to the two who are used to eating meat, drinking this wild mushroom soup has a different flavor.

Seeing Chen Qinghe holding a plate of mushroom soup in front of him and eating it with black bread, Norman was in a trance for a while.

In fact, he would never have imagined that a dragon would have such a small appetite.

In his imagination, a creature like a dragon must eat a pig at every meal, right? But the fact is that Chen Qinghe's appetite has always been small, not much different from ordinary people.

"Our dragon clan's transformation technique is not a simple transformation technique, but a spell that is really turning into a human form, and in human form, our consumption is not much different from that of humans, so it is not surprising that I eat so little. Of course, if I were to change into my own form, I would have eaten much more every day. ”

This is Chen Qinghe's statement.

A group of people were eating and talking, and the people around them were chatting all the time, and from time to time there were chatty guys chatting with Norman and them.

"Tucker City is two days away, right?"

"My wife should have given birth on this trip, and I don't know if it will be a boy or a girl who will greet me. ”

"There's too much salt in the mushroom soup today!Damn Zack, don't you know how expensive salt is!"

......

Norman was also laughing and chatting with the caravan men beside him, who had just gone through a battle of life and death, and he enjoyed the laid-back feeling, of course, it would be better if he could replace the coarse black bread with soft white bread and some green vegetables.

Everyone was eating and chatting, and after a while, a middle-aged man in a black robe and two middle-aged men walked over.

As they approached, the voices of the people around them unconsciously lowered, and Zack, the cook who had been waiting for the pot by the fire, hurriedly served them broth and prepared fine white bread.

Not far from the fire was the flattest ground, on which there were a few simple wooden stools and a table, on which no one sat down.

Chef Zach had prepared the food, brought the rich broth and white bread with thick slices of meat to the table, and served a few more plates of mushroom soup, and the three of them went straight to the table and sat down to enjoy their lunch.

This is the grand lord of the caravan, a real mage master and two knight masters.