Lord Corgi took his leave, the caravan was attacked, soldiers were killed, and many things needed to be dealt with by him.

Knock, knock, knock!

Soon after, however, there was another knock on the door of Gray's room.

"Master Gray!"

"Come in!"

Gray spoke, and then saw the middle-aged steward push the door and walk in, and when he entered, he bowed respectfully to Gray, and then stood stiffly.

"Sit!"

Gray motioned for the other to sit down and talk.

"Thank you, Master Gray."

The middle-aged steward sat down flattered, half of his ass sitting on the chair, and the other half of his ass was dangling.

In this world, there is a natural disparity in status between the aristocracy and the commoners, and the nobles have the power to kill the commoners, so that the commoners are very cautious and cautious when facing the nobles, for fear that some inappropriate words and deeds will anger the nobles and cause death.

"How's it going, have you found the caravan heading to the Marquis of Oka?"

Gray asked lightly.

He was no stranger to the cautious attitude of the middle-aged steward.

The concept of the noble class and the lowly class of the common people has long been deeply rooted in the bones of the people of this world.

He didn't mean to correct it, because it wasn't something he could correct, the general environment was like that, and of course, the main thing was that he liked this somewhat privileged status.

"Found it, but it was a bit rushed."

The middle-aged steward said.

"A little rushed in time? When did this caravan depart? ”

Gray looked sideways at the middle-aged steward.

"They'll leave early tomorrow morning."

"Early tomorrow morning?"

Gray raised a frown.

Originally, he had planned to visit the Sidney family, and then stay at the Sidney family for a few days to borrow some books.

I didn't expect the time to be so rushed, it was naturally impossible to visit the Sidney family and borrow books from the Sidney family.

For fear of causing Gray's dissatisfaction with his work, the middle-aged steward hurriedly added.

"Master Gray, this is the only caravan that has recently headed for the Marquis of Okka."

"Alright, I know, come and show me the way tomorrow morning."

Gray waved his hand, since the time was so rushed, there was no way, as for visiting the Sidney family and borrowing books, there would be time in the future.

"Yes, Master Gray."

The middle-aged steward stood up and saluted Gray again before leaving respectfully.

The next day, Gray woke up earlier than usual, and spent more than an hour finishing his morning practice, washing, and eating.

Even if he was on a trip, he didn't plan to let go of his cultivation, and as for his cultivation being seen or disturbed by others, it wouldn't be so.

As one of the best rooms in the inn, Gray's room is an ensuite, not only has a living room, a bedroom, a bathroom, but also a cultivation room that is not too large, which can completely ensure that the cultivation will not be seen and disturbed.

Soon after, the middle-aged steward arrived and led Gray in the direction of the city gates.

Near the city gate, several caravans were parked on both sides of the road, ready to leave, and they came to one of the caravans.

"Master Gray, it's here!"

"Hmm."

Gray stepped out of the carriage and looked at the caravan he was about to embark on.

It was a caravan of about a dozen wagons and about 100 people.

After explaining his intentions and paying the high fare of a gold coin, an old man in the caravan who seemed to be in charge of affairs suddenly had a smile on his face.

When they ran down, it was only the income of more than ten gold coins, but carrying a "noble young master" was enough to have the income of one gold coin.

Of course, this kind of good thing is rare, but this time it is lucky, in addition to this noble young master, there are four people before, and this time it is enough to earn five gold coins just by pulling people.

"This young master, I don't know what you want from the carriage?"

The old man asked cautiously as he led Gray.

Since the fare has been paid, and the ride is still a noble young master with obvious status, naturally he can't be lazy, otherwise if he causes dissatisfaction on the other party, it will be miserable.

He heard that it was for this reason that some caravans were detained by the nobles, and in the end they lost all their money.

"Just keep it clean, and if you can, it's better to have fewer people."

Gray thought for a moment and said.

Because of the lessons learned from the previous life of crowding trains, Gray put forward the request of "fewer people", after all, if there are too many people, crowded in a carriage, people crowded with people, it will definitely be very uncomfortable.

"Fewer people?"

Hearing Gray's request, the old man looked a little embarrassed.

Although the caravan had more than a dozen carriages, there were quite a few people, and they had to pull goods, so it was not impossible to free up one carriage alone, but the other carriages would definitely be very crowded.

But after all, it is a big customer of gold coins, and it is also a noble young master, if other people are allowed to sit in the same carriage with this noble young master, and there is a conflict at that time, it will be miserable.

He thought about it, but decided to free up a carriage alone.

But at this moment, it suddenly occurred to him that the four people who had taken their caravan before had brought their own carriages, and there were only four people in total, including the coachmen, which fully met the conditions of this young master.

Thinking of this, he spoke.

"Young Master, please come with me!"

Leading Gray, the old man came to a wide carriage.

The carriage did not represent a family or anything like that, but it was very luxuriously decorated.

The body is decorated with high-grade silk, the front of the car has two rune lamps inlaid with precious stones, and the horses pulling the cart are tall and strong, I can't tell what breed it is, but it is definitely a high-quality horse breed.

The carriage in front of him, even compared with the two-horse carriage with the Fergus family as the façade, is no longer too good.

And the most special thing is that the driver who drove the car was actually a strong man in a black uniform.

"Blood warrior, I'm afraid the strength is not weak."

Gray secretly guessed in his heart.

Battle uniforms, even the cheapest ones, cost at least a few dozen gold coins, and even the wealthy Sidney family would never use the battle uniform as a soldier's standard equipment.

And the battle uniform on this person's body is obviously not like the kind of standard battle uniform that is only worth dozens of gold coins, so this person must be a blood warrior, and his strength should not be too weak, otherwise, he will not be worthy of the battle uniform on the other party.

And what made him even more curious was what the identity of the people in the carriage was, not only with such a luxurious carriage, but also with a blood warrior who was obviously not weak as the coachman.

"What's the matter?"

Noticing Gray and the old man approaching, a strong man in a black battle uniform, looked sideways.

It was a man with a thick beard, a brown beard that completely covered his chin and the left and right sides of his face.

"Your Excellency."

The old man hurriedly said.

"This noble young master is also going to take our caravan, but the carriage of our caravan is a little crowded, I wonder if I can let this noble young master take your carriage?"

Hearing the old man's words, the brown-bearded man frowned, turned his head sideways and spoke into the carriage.

"Miss, there is a noble young master who wants to take our carriage."

"Yes!"

Inside the carriage, a girl's cold voice sounded.

"Come on."

The brown-bearded man made way of clearing enough space to get into the carriage and said to Gray.

Gray nodded to the brown-bearded man, lifted the curtain, and stepped into the carriage.

In the carriage were three beautiful women, two young women, and a young girl.

Two young women, in their early 20s, were dressed not in aristocratic attire but in elaborate women's battle suits, one orange and the other red.

The girl was wearing a blue aristocratic dress with bright purple hair that hung down to her waist.

The skin is fair, the face is exquisite, and the eyes are black and white, transparent and smart.

It's a very beautiful girl.

Even Gray, who has occupied this body for more than a year and has seen many beautiful aristocratic girls, can't help but comment on the girl.