In the early morning, a beautiful Shire whistle whistle blows a melodious rustic tone.

The whistle in the hands of the halfling also adds a touch of softness and vividness to this wilderness full of weeds and rubble.

Even in the caravan's carriage cage, some of the strong slaves with chains stopped being irritable for a while, and became a little quieter.

This temporary caravan included not only merchants who traded goods, but also slave traders who were involved in the slave business, and more specifically, slave traders who specialized in gladiators.

This kind of gladiator merchant selects some strong slaves with a professional eye, trains them to become gladiators, and participates in some gladiatorial competitions organized by the royal family or nobles to make a profit.

The fragrance wafted away, and Bilbohm hurriedly threw down the whistle, sprinkled some powdered seasoning in time in a borrowed iron pot, and began to stir it with a long wooden spoon.

When Loki woke up, the halfling used the sharp kitchen knife he carried with him to dismantle the eagle owl beast.

The eagle's thighs, smoked into easy to store bacon, eagle wings, and some offal are stewed into this large pot of tempting broth.

"Little man, this broth has been stewed for so long, is it still not good?"

A rude voice next to him asked, it was a gladiator wearing only leather shoulder pads on his upper body, revealing a strong muscle, and behind him, there were also many people waiting impatiently.

The aroma of the food became more and more enticing, and the halfling stopped stirring, and finally waved his hand and shouted.

"Great traveler, foodie, musician, Bilbom Spirits Deer's own sky rosemary soup, a bowl for only two silver coins, please pay ...... first"

"It's not too expensive" The gladiator threw down the money, directly put the wooden bowl into the pot, scooped it full, and ate it in a few clicks, regardless of the temperature of the hot mouth.

More and more silver coins were received, and most of the half-pot of broth quickly bottomed out, but the halfling man recognized the same, and directly stopped the gladiator who was leaving.

"Big man, you didn't pay enough, didn't anyone else teach you, except for real children, don't mess with a three-foot-tall Charr?"

Bilbohm tilted his head, looked at the tall gladiator figure, and said eloquently.

Loki had heard that Shireshire, located near the middle of the continent, was beautiful and peaceful, and was home to some halflings, and that the owner of a pastry shop in Senkin Town was also from that place.

The gladiator glared at him arrogantly, and said directly: "Just so much money, maybe when I think about it in the future, I will return it to you, the little man who can't wear shoes." ”

Bilbohm turned around and waved, like a fly, and said disdainfully: "Lying human, I didn't expect you to give me money anyway, so I took the ...... myself."

The gladiator touched his trouser pocket, but the money bag was gone, and he immediately rushed at the halfling in anger.

"You damn thief, I'm going to chop off your hand......"

There was a burst of chickens and dogs, tall and strong gladiators, but they couldn't catch each other, and the nimble halflings also provoked the angry gladiators from time to time, like a stage farce.

Loki took out some dry white bread and soaked it in the thick broth, which instantly became a worldly delicacy, and he began to gulp down its bio-energy.

Bilbom Spirits, Strength: 0.69, Dexterity: 1.85, Constitution: 0.75

He could see that a gladiator with the strength of a level 4~5 apprentice, although his strength was not bad, he was not an opponent of a halfling in any case.

The seemingly loyal Shire, like a nimble rabbit, sometimes used a long wooden spoon to whip the gladiator's nose and weakness, and was always teasing each other.

The gladiator merchant walked over, with a pair of deep, keen eyes, and apparently saw something, and ordered two of his men to stop the gladiator, but did not trouble the halfling.

Bilbohm waved his fist and said loudly, "Cowardly fellow, I wish you in the gladiatorial arena to pee your pants in fear of beasts and enemies. ”

"Hmph, hmph......"

Walking to the side of the iron pot, the halfling looked like a sad face again: "The 'sky rosemary soup' I carefully cooked has been eaten, and there is not even a little soup base left......

Loki was satisfied, and pointed to a small pile of silver coins next to him, "At least you made some money, many people here were infected by your food and consciously left coins." ”

Bilbohm shook his head and said, "Loki, you killed the Eagle Owl, and most of the money here is yours, so I'll keep some money to buy spices." ”

He grabbed a handful of gold coins and said to himself, "Rosemary needs to be replenished, I remember there are spice merchants here, maybe it will be cheaper......

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The intricate caravan marched due west in this uneven wilderness full of weeds, shrubs, and gravel.

One evening the next day, the temporary team had not stopped on its way, but it was attacked by a group of wolves and beasts of a small scale.

It's just that there are a lot of guards in the team, and there are several subordinates of the slave traders, and strong gladiators who have been trained to have a certain amount of freedom. With the combined efforts of everyone, the group of wolf beasts was quickly dispersed.

The half-elves didn't make much of a move, just slightly hooked the reins of spades on their wrists, and then held the steel crossbow to play the necessary role of long-range support.

The furs, the wolf's tail, and some teeth and bones were not wasted, they were all collected and bought by three merchants who had a skin business, and the money received was also a share of Loki's.

Mosquito legs are also meat, Loki collected a few silver coins, and under the constant chatter of the halfling man next to him, he promised to go to Bluewater City and invite him to have a drink.

At noon the next day, after leaving Fog Castle City for almost four days, I finally saw a blue river in the distance.

This is a tributary of the long Cooper River, and in the direct sunlight at noon, the shimmering river reflects the blue of the sky, and looks like a sapphire spread on the ground from a distance.

Some locations in the upper reaches of the river are the destination of this trip - Bluewater City, there are many castles and tall buildings of brick and stone in the city, and the gray stone brick structure has some quaint city walls, which look quite complete, at least much better than the condition of Fog Castle City.

In terms of size and population, Bluewater City is much better than Fog Castle City, so it's no wonder that in the eastern and western ranges of the Cooper River, the Diocese of Silver Flame has set up the archpriest of Cooper here.

The moat at the gate of the city is adapted to local conditions, almost surrounding most of the 'Blue Water City'.

Holding the reins of the somewhat active spades, and walking across the City Gate Bridge, Loki could still see the river below, not passing by some merchant ships, although they were not large, but there were sails and oars.

This temporary caravan finally parted ways.

Bilbohm had apparently remembered his previous agreement, riding on a small donkey, guiding the half-elves to the best tavern in the city.

Loki didn't refuse, he happened to have one less guide who knew Bluewater, and this halfling claimed to be a traveler, and he had indeed been to Bluewater a few times.

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