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A strong cold wind swept over the treetops, and the forest, which had slept all night, awoke from its slumber and began to quarrel with each other.

The autumn forest, shrouded in the silence of all waiting, seems to herald the coming of a blizzard. After the cold autumn wind blew, the trees seemed to be frozen, and the silence returned to its original one.

In the morning, Jamila awoke from the cold and found herself in a makeshift tent with two women, Desay Vi and Julia, covered with some blankets made of animal fur and a few parcels, presumably to make pillows for herself and others.

Jamila rubbed her aching head vigorously, remembering that everyone had drunk too much last night, and it seemed that Ellen had carried herself into the tent to rest. Thinking of this, a ruddy smile suddenly appeared on Jamila's face.

"Yamila, early in the morning, what are you happy about?" Mo Cha's face suddenly stretched into the tent, stared at Yamila and asked lewdly, "Miss our boss?"

"What tea, you ......"

"I must be missing our boss!" Mo Cha teaped.

"No!" Jamila retorted, blushing angrily. "You lewd/trivial horse thief, get me out of here. ”

"What's wrong?" said Julia, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Desaivi was also woken up by their voices.

"It was our head who asked me to wake you up," Mocha said with a hippie smile. "I didn't want to disturb your sleep, let alone disturb someone's lovesickness. ”

Jamila was embarrassed, scooped up a package in his hand and threw it over, Desaivi was annoyed that he woke him up, provoked Jamila again, and joined in smashing him.

The tea was smashed and screamed "ouch", laughed and ran away.

When Jamila and Julia and the others went out to the tent, they found that there had been a torrential rain last night, and Alleyne, Merck, and a group of men such as Krados were wringing some wet clothes and items.

Seeing that the ladies were awake, Alleyne instructed the mercenaries to pack their belongings and weapons and prepare to set off for Dehrim.

The mercenaries rode steady dwarfs/horses along winding mountain trails lined with strange trees: some with thick trunks at the top and thin at the bottom, some with thin trunks up and down and thick in the middle, and some trees straight up to the sky.

Alleyne looked at the green willow trees on the side, which made his eyes clear and fresh, and the rich canopy of the poplar tree, which seemed to be greener and deeper, together with its tall torso, made him feel a majestic breath.

Compared to the vast world of Virginia, which is covered in snow and ice all year round, the country of Swadia surrounded by plains is a completely different scene.

The trees are verdant, the birds are singing, and the vibrant color of the land makes people feel full of life and vitality.

"It wasn't until today that I realized how beautiful the mountains and forests of Swadia were. Mo Cha stretched his waist and said proudly. "Why don't we bypass the city of Dehrim and go straight to Parabun. ”

"Tea, just your thoughts, don't think I don't know. Alleyne noted. "Are you afraid that when you get to Deherim, you will meet the gentleman you offended yesterday?"

There is no denying it. "Aren't you worried at all?" he reminded with a frown. "If we continue to Dehrim, isn't that the same as a sheep's mouth?"

"Your worries are completely unnecessary," Alleyne said nonchalantly. "Could it be that the gentleman knew that we were going, and then waited at the gate with a group of soldiers, waiting for us to throw ourselves into the net?"

"It's entirely possible that you make this assumption. Mo Cha agreed, and put forward his own opinion. "Maybe he has ordered the painter to draw the heads of several of us, and when we enter the city, the guards at the gates will compare them and arrest us. ”

"Tea, your imagination is so rich!" said Alleyne grinning at him. "Hmm...... Maybe you have the potential to be a great prophet. ”

"Really?" Mocha couldn't help but be a little excited when she heard it. "Do you really think I have a talent for this?"

Ellen looked straight and spit out two words seriously. "Really. Then he burst into laughter.

Mo Cha drove his horse closer to Ellen and whispered, "Boss, I suddenly have an ominous omen. His right hand silently reached out to the other's slightly bulging pocket.

"What did you predict again?" replied, unaware, Alleyn with a smile.

"I feel that this omen is getting stronger and stronger, there must be something ahead. Mo Cha said pretendically. "No, I'll have to go investigate. So saying, the horse thief smiled lewdly at Aryne, and spurred his horse away on his own.

At this time, Merck drove forward to ride side by side with Alleyne, and asked curiously, "What mission did you just say?"

Ellen turned his head, looked at the young mercenary beside him, thought for a moment, and replied, "Lord of Chanda, Count Arassis has entrusted us to travel to various countries to convey the signs of the coming of the dark world. ”

Merck's complexion turned gray in an instant. "What? Dark World? Isn't that a legendary story told by a bard?

"Don't get excited, man, listen to me calmly," Alleyne quickly reassured. "We don't need to discern whether it's true or not, we're just responsible for delivering the news to the kings of the five powers.

"I'm sorry, I just got out of hand. Merck blushed and said with some embarrassment. "I used to think that mercenaries only worked for the rich merchants and lords......"

Merck was a little speechless, realizing that his words would hurt the dignity of the mercenaries. But he forgot that at this moment, he was also a mercenary.

After the awkward atmosphere lasted for a while, Alleyne was the first to speak: "I heard that your hometown is in Lentia Fort, quite a beautiful name. He changed the subject. "Tell me about your hometown!"

"Fort Lundia is the domain of Count Rayland, and I don't know if he's a good lord," Merck recounted. But he exempted families who had soldiers from half of their taxes, much to the benefit of the Hockmans, who could always hear their father's gratitude to the lord. ”

"Hochman?" Alleyne asked. "Is this your last name?"

"Yes," Merck nodded, then continued. "My family lived in a castle, so I had access to a lot of crossbow craftsmen, and I quickly got along with them because my hobby was their profession. ”

Ellen suddenly had some envy for the Rhodok companion beside him, the surname he had, his father, and even the other party's hobbies.

"The castle is surrounded by green mountains, and this beautiful line took root in my eyes. When the sun rose, the herders led the cattle and sheep to graze the grass on the hills, the farmers planted wheat, potatoes, peas, flax and other crops on a slightly flatter ground, and the training ground was full of jingles, and I always watched the crossbowmen train next to the range. Sometimes the officers would allow me to come in for training, and he would always praise me for my performance. ”

"This is my family, my hometown. Merck said proudly.

But what about my family, my hometown?