"Regardless of sand and stone, falling into the water sinks to the bottom. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Felljans muttered. There was indeed an indescribable depression in his heart. The wise poet understood the meaning of this sentence, which was nothing more than saying that the truth would be revealed one day, and there was no need to pursue it by himself, which seemed reasonable, but he thought about it for a while, and if he said it like this, perhaps one day someone would write this epic in his hand, and he would not have to write it, so he couldn't help but laugh bitterly again, and then laughed again, causing passers-by to cast strange glances.

Even if I sink to the bottom, I have to see clearly what kind of bottom it is, otherwise what is the meaning to me? Feljans felt that since he lived for himself, he had to explore according to what he wanted to explore. He ignored James's persuasion and was determined to find out what Leon really had to do. He carefully recalled the words that James had spoken when he was in a panic when they had parted before, and finally remembered the word Salander, as if there were also their old friends. So he decided to set out on an immediate journey to the mysterious land of Salander.

The night before leaving, Feljans took advantage of the candlelight in the room to open the map of the continent of Calradia, carefully looked through it to find a road to Salander, and based on the words of the caravan leaders in the Rhodoc Mountains in his memory, he roughly knew that there were three routes to cross. The first route is from Uxhall through the Amera Fort Mountains and then through the Menaye Mountains to Sharitz, the second is through the Grand Canyon and the Dehrim Heights via the Garmiyad Fort to Amerad, and the third is through the Dehrim Heights after passing through the Kugit Savannah and then through the Azugang Pass through the Great Desert to Barryyah. The second of these roads is the fastest, but it may pass through the hardest hit areas of desert bandits, and the first road is the safest, but it is troublesome to climb over the mountains. The third road is the slowest winding detour, but the scenery is also the best.

The young poet thought for a while and decided to go to the Kugit steppe, after all, he had never seen the steppe himself, and when he wrote about that part of the Kugit Han Kingdom, he could only use his imagination to gallop it, and now he can see with his own eyes that it is exactly what he could not ask for. Besides, he heard from the caravans that the most dangerous horses in the steppe had been exterminated by the queen, so he decided to set out early tomorrow morning.

These young and fantastical young people often set out in high spirits without knowing what the road ahead would be.

To the east from the plains in the middle of the continent lies a vast plateau known as the Dehrim Plateau, which means "to see from above" in the ancient Calradian language. Since the War of Kings, King Harauth has built a new large town on the high ground in order to observe the movement of the four directions and firmly occupy the initiative to attack from all sides in the center of the continent, which is the origin of the city of Dehrim. Looking up from the plains, Fellians looked up like a taciturn, weather-beaten warrior, scarred but stubborn in peacetime.

The poet entered the city in the afternoon, where many merchants had already arrived, and the land of the four wars of the war years now finally enjoyed the benefits of its geographical location. It is well connected in all directions, and no matter where you go, you will always pass through here, and there are many villages around the highlands, and it is one of the main grain producing areas on the mainland, so it is normal for it to become more prosperous in peacetime. Feljans went to the tavern first, and it was already noisy and lively. He then made another show of his voice, which attracted the attention of the crowd, and to the applause of the people, and then he bowed humbly, and took the opportunity to ask if there was any caravan to Tulga, and at this time a number of merchants came to ask him what kind of treatment he had asked for with his caravan. Feljans replied politely, admitting that he didn't ask for money, but it would be better if the caravan could go to Salander, and most of the merchants just smiled wryly, waved their hands, and did not respond. In the end, only a middle-aged man in a leather jacket who looked like a merchant came running up to greet him with a smile on his face, saying that he was on his way to Salander, and that it would be nice if he could go with him. Feuernance observed him carefully. The man had a thin face, dark and rough skin, as if he had suffered from many years of travel, and a leather jacket was worn out, and he looked like a man who had been on the trade routes for many years. But what makes people uncomfortable is that he often squints those eyes, as if he is trying to hide something. Poor Feljans suffered from the loss of experience, and did not know that some merchants were not buying and selling ordinary goods, and the young poet, though he was a little uncomfortable, only said that he was too sensitive, and that the man was so enthusiastic, so he agreed. The man happily stretched out his hand and spoke in Calradian in a thick Kugit accent: "Then let's leave tonight, my name is Pogačar, and it's nice to meet you Feljans." ”

"Nice to meet you. Feljans shook his hand, feeling only a stiff force.

In the evening they set off as soon as they were ready, and along the way Pogačar did not say anything more than he had ever said about it. Feljans felt strange and asked him a few questions, such as why they were reluctant to go to Salander after so many business trips to Tulga, and wanted to solve the doubts in his heart. Pogačar also honestly replied that Tulga's spices were famous far and wide, and they were the most lucrative commodity on the mainland. Moreover, there are a large number of high-quality horses in the Kugit grassland, which is also the favorite of merchants who love to show off in peacetime. As for why the number of merchants to Salander has plummeted, it is because of the rumors that came out during this time, and it is said that Queen Aisona wants to realize the unfinished dream of her predecessors, destroy the kingdom of Salander, and achieve complete conquest. Fairyans just took it as an ordinary rumor, and did not listen to it. But suddenly he felt that something was very wrong, and asked the middle-aged businessman:

"You're a merchant, but where are your goods and your troops?"

The man smiled slyly, and Ferjans was now unable to distinguish such a smile: "It's all in front, they are waiting for me in front." ”

Gradually, they came to the boundary of the grassland, the stars in the sky were vast, the night was quietly spreading, and the endless grassland slept silently under the vast night. Feljans was so absorbed in the realization of his vision that he did not notice the kind of people who greeted Pogačar in front of him.

However, it was too late, and when Felljans came to his senses, he felt a painful blow to the back of his head, and then lost consciousness.

Pogačar dragged Feljans, who he had knocked unconscious, to the ground, and he dismounted, dug out Feljans' bulging purse, and quietly tucked it into his leather jacket. Then the gang of men on steppe horses and dressed in kugit armor came to his side. He glanced at Feljans, who was lying on the ground.

"How much can he sell for a small body like his?" asked Pogačar a man of considerable age with a full beard and a beard, who seemed to be the leader of the group.

"Hey brother, don't you know, he is a very good poet, if you sell him to a rich and noble family as a servant, the money you get is not comparable to that of selling a few pirates before. Pogačar put on a friendly look, but his heart was full of disdain. This kind of mentality is normal, and the reason for this must be started with the origin of these slave traders in peacetime.

It is well known that the human trade was brought by the Nords from the distant continent of Yamuna during the Northern War, and the outstanding representative of this was Ramon, a slave trader from Tiha. This trade reached its peak during the War of Kings, when the number of captives was so large that it was often sold in wholesale, and the profession of slave trader was even more popular at the time, and even some knights did it

Cargo under their hands. In times of peace, the supply of goods became scarce, and the human trade was severely cracked down on by Queen Azona, the largest slave trader, Ramon, was arrested and hanged, and the huge wealth he had accumulated over the years was confiscated. At the same time, however, more slave traders were lured by huge profits and went underground. Pogačar is a prime example of this, and they are often complacent about their resourcefulness.

During this period, the queen also spent a great deal of effort to eliminate the bandit gangs and their nests that had grown up in various places during the war, but the policies towards different robber queens varied. Like the bandits of Rhodok and the forest bandits of Eledege, they were originally natives of Karad, and the traditional queen mainly appeased them, allowing them to return to the village to farm or to recruit into the army. Most of the robbers were willing, after all, they were forced by the war in the first place. However, gangs like the pirates, the snow bandits, and the ringing horses are not having a good time, and the queen has only one measure, and that is to kill them all. As a result, many robbers went underground, wandering the dark and damp streets of the city and turning to other things.

Naturally, the robbers were in collusion with the slave traders. Slave traders in towns were responsible for finding "goods" and buyers, and robbers were responsible for transporting them, and now that goods of the quality of Ferjans were scarce, it was not a problem for "goods" of the quality of Feljans to sell for thousands of dinars. And the distribution of this profit must be that the slave traders make a lot of money, because they have the most abundant network resources, and these desperate robbers can only earn a little living expenses, barely surviving, this is the status quo of human trafficking in peacetime.

Now that Feljans had become a big piece of fat, the robbers naturally did not dare to slack off when they heard Pogačar say this, and tied Feljans carefully without being too tight, and carried him on the horse. Pogačar had already identified a wealthy merchant buyer from Kudan, and now all they had to do was get Feljans to Kudan safely along the way. The horses are ready to cross the Sagicher Pass, which should be there in about three days. After they had discussed it, they parted ways, and Pogačar was going to Rana to prepare for the next batch of "goods".