Not to Uber's expectations, the next day the sky was clear, and the caravan was out of the redwood forest in the morning. As the caravan advanced www.biquge.info the meadows and shrubs on both sides of the road encroached on the thick woods, and finally were replaced by scattered wheat fields. The occasional encounter with a farmer who was doing farm work nearby did not stop everyone's footsteps slightly, but rather hurried up. Experienced people knew that they would never have been able to reach Lodetai before sunset without making an effort to make it this way.

Aaron silently followed the group, as if exhausted by the constant rush, and became silent and quiet. Uber and Torrev knew the little boy's distress, but they had no intention or way to comfort him.

As the leaders of the caravan, they had to think about what to do with the goods of the twelve carts. The aristocratic lords of the Xilin Federation exploited the merchants and peasants in every way, and the so-called fairness was only for those who had the ability and courage. Lord Lodetay's Baron will not let go of their piece of fat. Although the purchase of household goods from the federal center of Lille is extremely cheap and has a huge price advantage on the eastern border, the lack of support from large dealers and many city dwellers makes it an extremely difficult task to sell. Except for the two of them, although the rest of the caravan did not have much experience, they also knew from the expressions of the boss and the boss that the impact of the failure of this trip to the Southern Boundary Fort was not so easy to erase.

While on the road, the travelers are still wholeheartedly looking forward to the arrival of the end. But when the journey is really coming to an end, they realize the beauty of the simple process of travel, but they also have to face those complicated problems outside the journey.

Therefore, when the caravan arrived in Lodtay in the last rays of the sun, the small town, which was considered beautiful, did not arouse the cheers of the crowd. Aaron looked at the jagged wooden or stone buildings surrounded by wheat fields from afar, and even felt the urge to cry - parting is always sad. But the guards were concerned about setting up camp as soon as possible, and it was already getting dark. Fortunately, they had been here a few times and knew that there were several open spaces outside the residential area, which was not only convenient for setting up caravans, but also without worrying about safety.

The busy crowd is still planning their own plans, the way forward or the way back. No one thought that on the other side of the town, in the stone castle that was not tall enough, the young and handsome noble prince had a strange smile on his face.

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Baron Rondy Ryan, lord of Lodetay, is ill. When he heard the news, Torev felt even more bitter. The cool breeze of the early morning breeze blew, and he almost shivered. He knew that the old practice of visiting the baron and presenting some "gifts" to express his intimate feelings could not be repeated, and he did not know how much he would lose in this business.

Surprisingly, a servant from the Baron's castle came to pay an early visit and brought an invitation from the Baron's second son, Guise. "Lord Guise is glad to learn that your caravan is carrying a large amount of goods and wants to trade in Lodetay, and invites all the members of your caravan to the castle for a while. Mistress Guise will connect you with the big local merchants, and I am sure it will be a wonderful meeting. The old servant's face was sincere, and his words were full of respect.

The old servant's back was hunched, but he still did his best to make the caravan see that he bowed deeply. Aaron watched him from the back of the crowd, as if he had seen himself with a tragic fate, to be precise, no different from the poor old man. Just when he could hardly resist the promise of the uncles, Torrev saluted back and said that he would definitely go to the appointment.

"It's just that we've just settled down, and I'm afraid we still have to sort out the goods, so we can't..."

"Lord Guise has already instructed the city guards, all the masters, and this young master, just go to the appointment happily. The smile on the old servant's face was so thick that it seemed that he would be able to squeeze out a few old age spots in the next moment.

Torrev knew that there was no way to delay, the second young master, Guise, was really a shrewd character, much more careful than his arrogant father. So he could only take the lead and walk towards the streets of Lodetay. It's just that the old rubble flakes on the street seem to be really glaring at this time. Uber and the others slowly followed, and everyone's faces were not very good-looking.

The old servant was now more attentive, and ran to Torrev with two wizened trousers, and once again gave him a pitiful but disgusting smile. Aaron followed last, and when he was about to turn the corner of the street, he couldn't help but look back at their camp.

I saw a group of guards standing by the tent in disguise, their armor was bright, and the long swords they wore at their waists seemed to be of the highest quality. It's just that these people are very different in size, so it's very funny. There was a short and fat middle-aged man with the most fancy clothes, a fat body that was about to tear the plate armor, which was quite eye-catching among the guards.

Aaron couldn't help but recall his days working at the Fort South's Pig Farm. I thought to myself, if I put this fat man down, maybe he didn't have the strength to push him onto the big chopping board. When he came back to his senses, he realized that the figures of Torrev and Yuber were gone, but Akril noticed that he was walking slower and slower, and lowered his steps and waited for him.

When he caught up with Akril, he usually had a smiling face, but he had a solemn face on Akril, who was kind to everyone. Noticing that Aaron was following, he said softly: "Aaron, when you get to the baron's castle later, remember to talk less and act less." The tone was very serious, and even the title was changed from the usual intimate "young man" to the big name "Aaron".

Aaron had only been out of his sleeping bag for less than half an hour, and he only felt that this was a very awkward statement, but he also knew that it was a very formal reminder. In his own thoughts, these few days were the last days he spent with the caravan, so he naturally had to have a better time. So he nodded heavily and let out a thick nasal "hmm".

Hearing his deliberately long voice, Akril gently touched his head, and a smile appeared on his face, which disappeared again. Aaron didn't appreciate it, and rubbed his hair fiercely, as if to completely eliminate the effect of that kneading.

He grew up in the Southern Frontier, a unique city in the territory of the Minotaurs, and although he had seen many profiteers and thieves, he did not know how harsh vampires the nobles with noble titles were to the common people. Even the numbness on the faces of many of the inhabitants of the small city of Lodetai was regarded by him as a dullness of the early morning, and as for the shabby linen clothes they wore, they were only a cut below the linen clothes he himself wore, and naturally they were completely ignored.

Although the stubborn teenager has experienced hardships and suffering, the heart that grew up in a relatively fair environment is still terrifyingly naïve.

The group slowly passed through the small city without walls, and got closer and closer to the castle of Baron Rundy. In the process, the sun slowly rises, and there are few clouds in the sky, announcing another good day today.

The fortress made of solid bluestone occupies everyone's field of vision little by little, and it looks a little dazzling in the sun. Its surface has taken on a deep inky color due to the erosion of time, but it has also become smooth and supple due to the carving of wind and rain. The castle is surrounded by sage plants and blooming pale blue flowers.

It was the first time Aaron had seen such a beautiful building, and he couldn't help but imagine the scene behind the tall brown wooden door.

At that moment, the two heavy walnut doors slowly opened, and two teams of gun-wielding guards stepped out, and a rhythmic symphony of leather boots and gray stone paved stone paved played out. These guards were tall and muscular, and with their uniform bright silver steel armor, they looked imposing. This group of people is much more powerful than those city defense soldiers, and Alun secretly scolded himself.

At this moment, a handsome brown-haired young man stepped out of the ranks, wearing silver chain mail, breeches and riding boots, with a scarlet cloak on his back, and a gorgeous long sword at his waist, which seemed to be full of grace. It's just that his face is slightly pale and his cheekbones are slightly higher, so his face looks too feminine. But Aaron couldn't see so much, but instinctively felt that this "Master Guise" was a bit like some of his former vicious bosses.

As for Torreve, he put on a smiling face, and then got down on one knee to kiss the extraordinarily woven riding boots. But Guise was quick to pick him up, and his smile was far brighter than he was.

"This is the big boss of Torreve, and he is indeed a mighty and bold man. ”

Torrev looked a little uneasy, and said curtly: "Lord Guise is laughing, with your demeanor, even if old Torrev lives for a few more decades, he can't think of anyone who can compare with you." ”

Gies laughed as he led Torev towards the castle. He also turned back to the rest of the caravan and said, "Everyone, please hurry, I, Keith Ryan, welcome you." ”

Aaron walked through the door and saw a long dining table stretching deep into the hall, covered with red flannel neatly arranged about twenty sets of cutlery. Even during the day, the huge Yuanli crystal lamp on the dome was radiating a milky white soft light. White porcelain dishes and silver-plated knives, forks and spoons shimmer in the light.

Gise sat lightly at one end of the table, and without saying a word, pulled Torrev to sit down under him, and said to the crowd: "Distinguished guests, please sit as you like. The smile on his face never disappeared, like a spring breeze that kept blowing, and people couldn't produce a disgusting emotion.

But Torrev's smile faded, and after Gise had finished playing the scene of harmony between the guest and the host, he couldn't help but ask softly, "Lord Guise, what about the other merchants?"

As if he had expected him to ask this question, Gise smiled and said, "Don't worry, you are guests from afar, so I naturally have to entertain you first, and then let those local merchants entangle." Their mouths are so powerful that they spend half a gallon of saliva for a gold coin. ”

Torrev was helpless about this set of very considerate words, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth again.

At this point, Keith snapped his fingers, and a middle-aged man in a tuxedo walked in through the side door. Only then did Aaron notice that in the corner of the hall was a black piano, its smooth lines containing indescribable beauty, but it was very inconspicuous. The tuxedo man bowed to the crowd and looked at Keith again. The brown-haired boy then said, "Iannis, just play it, I can still trust your hands." ”

The melodious sound of the piano surrounded the somewhat cold hall, and a team of beautiful maids in white dresses walked in through another door pushing a dining cart. Silver plates were laid out on velvet one by one, followed by crystal clear glasses and a few bottles of red wine that seemed to have been precipitated by time. The white hands of the waitresses lifted the lid of the silver-white plate, and the hidden delicacies were revealed, and the faint fragrance filled everyone's noses. The blood-red liquor then flows into the transparent goblet, and the sound of the water is very pleasant.

Guise looked even happier, holding up a glass of blood-like red wine and saying, "I've never liked napkins, so I've never asked anyone to eat them, I hope you understand." To apologize, I'm going to take this first drink of the bar. With that, he shook the cup in his hand and poured the small amount of red slurry into his mouth.

Aaron followed his example and raised his glass with the others. After drinking the slightly sour blood red wine, he still sarcastically carried in his heart that the legendary red wine was not very good, and the scene in front of him blurred. He tilted his head and stared at the bright crystal lamps in the dome, the angular lines becoming more and more crooked, and the light seemed to fade little by little.

Eventually, there was only darkness left in front of you.