The mage in the caravan was named Yalman Miller, a two-star black-robed mage, and this information was told to Norman by the caravan buddy Druux, who was now talking and laughing with Norman, and in addition to this, Druux also explained the reason why such a small caravan would be accompanied by a real mage.

"The boss and the Yarman mage knew each other, and it just so happened that the Yarman mage was also going to Esbjer, so they went together, and the boss was to bear all the expenses of the mage along the way, and Yarman promised to provide shelter for the caravan at the right time. ”

In fact, the real mages are not without people who take this kind of work, but the mages are all nobles, and the cost of doing this kind of bodyguard work is very expensive, usually those big caravans will hire one or two, and it is impossible for a small caravan with less than a hundred people like they are in now to hire a mage, which will consume all the profits of their long-distance transaction. And Duru's words explain why this small caravan is accompanied by mages.

It is also because this mage master is not a guard paid by the caravan, but a distinguished guest invited by the caravan owner, so the treatment is much better than that of the guard mage in the ordinary caravan, and he is treated with the highest standard that the caravan can support.

"Look, this mage lord looks so elegant when he eats!"

Duru, who was sitting next to Norman, was eating like a pig and making a snoring sound, and at the same time kept glancing at Mage Yarman with his eyes, his eyes were full of yearning and reverence, and he praised him: "This is the real nobleman, and it is really different from us!"

Probably due to Yarman's momentum, Durux said these words in a very low voice, which was like a mosquito cry compared to the bold and loud voice just now.

Norman looked at Duroux as if he had seen himself in the past: when he first went to Cárdenas, wasn't he just like Duroux, yearning for the life of the aristocracy, and blindly worshipping and envious of the powerful for no reason.

After Duru admired for a moment, the subject gradually shifted, "Alan, you've been to so many places as a bard, so have you ever seen a real spell?" I mean, the kind of spell that Mage Yarman has mastered, not the tricks you use to trick children on the streets. ”

The daily work of these caravan men is to rush and guard, and the daily life is very boring, and the small talk at this meal time is their rare pastime, so as soon as the head is opened, it is completely closed, and the crackling and talking is non-stop.

Norman was too lazy to make up the story, so he simply used "I haven't seen it" to perfunctory Durrou. After Norman denied it, Durroux thought for a while: "It's not a good idea to think so, but I'm really like some blind bandits can come to the door and let this old mage make a move, and show us what a spell looks like! I've never seen what a spell looks like, and if I can see it this time, it's worth bragging about it to Pico for a while......

Caravan owner Dennis would definitely give you a taste of whips if he knew he had a black-hearted guy like you who was waiting for the bandits to come to his door.

Norman thought boredly to himself.

The caravan was full of rough people, all of whom were not elegant, and they were like a group of hungry ghosts, and they ate very quickly, so most of them had already finished their meals after a short while, and they all sat around here to eat.

Because the mage master and the two knight masters were still dining, the big guys didn't dare to speak too loudly, they were whispering to each other, and in the end, I don't know who proposed it, let a few bards give the big guys a paragraph to relieve their boredom.

"Come on, Ernest, sing a song and listen!"

"Alan, I heard you have a lot of interesting stories, let's tell a few!"

"Cecil, I wonder if you're a bard, I've never seen you as a dull bard, give us something!"

......

In addition to Norman and Chen Qinghe, there was also a bard in the caravan, the guy who sat not far from Norman with patches on his clothes but was quite neat, a man in his thirties, with a normal body, slightly stronger than Chen Qinghe, and always with a modest smile on his face.

This man's name is Ernest, according to what Durroux just said, this man was met by the caravan yesterday on the way, unconscious on the road, and after he was rescued and shook awake, he learned that he was a bard who was going to Kolo, but when he was halfway there, he got lost in the woods, and finally came out with food, but he had eaten all the food, and he had been hungry for several days, so he fainted on the road.

The caravan owner was also kind, and after looting 2 of the only 3 silver narls on this poor man's body, he was allowed to go on the road with the caravan, of course, the treatment could not be compared with Chen Qinghe and them, there was no carriage to go, they could only go by themselves, and they had to help the caravan work on weekdays, but this was already very good for Ernist, it was much safer than him going on the road alone, and there was something to eat, so that he would not faint from hunger again, otherwise if he was left alone, he would probably die.

Under the coaxing of the crowd, Ernest stood up, cleared his throat and quickly began to sing to everyone.

He sang a hymn of the Father, with lyrics from the Holy Scriptures, and the tune was a good song, but it was too boring for Norman, who had heard the grandeur of Victory, but the rest of the caravan listened to it with relish.

For these people who only work in their daily lives, listening to songs is a rare pastime, and naturally it is good or bad, and some of them are good to listen to.

And just then, Norman heard a faint sound in his ears.

"This person is a mage, and he is at the level of a black robe. ”

It was Chen Qinghe's voice, but the content of the words surprised Norman: The person in front of him was a mage?

Norman subconsciously squirmed slightly, and unknowingly cast an arcane sensitivity to detect it, and indeed detected the fluctuation of magic power in this Ernest!

The total amount of mana this person is even greater than when he was in Nikaro, and Norman estimates that this person is likely to be at the level of a three-star black robe.

How could a three-star black-robed mage disguise himself as a bard and blend in with this caravan?

Norman couldn't guess the origin and motives of this Ernist, but he found it interesting: there were four mages in a caravan of less than a hundred people......

Qingyi Literature.