This caravan from Blarney City was like most caravans of this era. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info a group of merchants who wanted to make money, hired some local warriors to escort them, and traveled between towns and villages.

Whether it's barley, pig iron, salt, or anything else, they sell anything that makes money. Unlike the Middle Ages, in this world, all lords were heroes depicted in stories of various races, true or false, and merchants did not need to worry about the noble lords coming to collect tolls from them.

As long as you are not too greedy, remember to pay some money like the town tax collector on a regular basis. Of course, for those hillbillies who want them, not only do they not need to give them a little profit that is never too much, but they can also use the benefits of bartering to hack them.

For example, this trade caravan exchanged pig iron and tools at a cost of 500 gold coins for furs, fruit wine, barley, and air-dried meat that could be sold for 800 or even 1,000 gold in the city. If the merchant directly said that he would buy it with 500 gold coins, it is estimated that the merchant's graves will have grass growing.

Although it takes two days longer than going to Hasig, Hasig is right next to the official road, and most business travelers will replenish their food there. So the villagers of Hasig are not easy to deceive, they know the price of goods in Blarney City.

In general, several merchants were quite satisfied with this trade. On the way here, I didn't encounter road bandits and scattered rebels, and when I went back, there were two magicians and two high-level warriors with me, so I thought that even if I encountered a large group of road bandit caravans, there would be no loss.

Li Chenglong, who was following the caravan, was bored, and planned to throw all the luggage on Ao Lie's body on the merchant's carriage, and rode up himself to start practicing horseback riding.

Li Dequan carried the felt, carried the cooking utensils that the master had nothing to do, found a carriage stacked with furs, and walked over. The soldiers guarding the carriage subconsciously wanted to stop this Viking barbarian, but when they remembered the duel they saw in the martial arts arena in Belgul Village, they still knew a little to get out of the way.

The sound of stone-made cooking utensils smashing against the fur attracted the attention of the two merchants. Although he was a little distressed about the goods, the merchant who was walking beside the carriage carrying fruit wine where the sorceress was sitting was listening to Wen Na talk about how the man named Li Dequan knocked down the warrior behind him who could lead people out of hundreds of mermaids in the moonlight.

After weighing his little arms and legs, he felt that it was better to forget it, at most he lost a few gold coins on the fur, and there was not much for everyone to spread out. I don't know what is like in other places, anyway, there is only one currency in circulation on the Emerald Isle, round gold.

It doesn't matter which god's sign is printed on it, as long as the weight is recognized by people. A standard gold coin is larger than the average person's little finger cap. Anyway, for the Celts, who were overrun with blacksmiths, they could borrow a place to change the mark on the gold coins themselves. For example, in order not to cause unnecessary trouble because of their faith, merchants generally used gold coins without any imprint.

It is said that in the past, the sacrifice of Sarasa in Blarney City could be used to make beautiful gold coins of the water dragon from gold. But even at that time, the Gold Water Dragon Coin was only circulated in the upper class of society and was used as a sacrifice to the gods.

There were no robbers in the way, no hungry beasts, and the caravan spent the day peacefully. Find a flat meadow at night, unload the wagon, and form a circle.

Except for the two female magicians, who were able to sleep on a bed made of sacks filled with barley, they found a sheltered place in the circle and fell asleep on the ground covered with a cloak made of thick cloth. The tasks of the alternate vigil were carried out by Celtic shield swordsmen hired by merchants.

Four more uneventful nights had passed, and nothing had happened except that almost all the merchants had been able to recite the story of Venna's adventures.

On the sixth day, the caravan came to a river, and Venna, who had been distressed by the caravan's people not believing her story, stopped the caravan looking for a ferry boat along the river. walked up to Li Chenglong, shook one of his arms with both hands, and begged Li Chenglong to conjure up another bridge.

I don't know if it's caused by the conflict between beliefs, or because I can't guess this Wen Na, who is supposed to be bent on revenge but is more optimistic than anyone else, or just the tension caused by a simple virgin being approached by a woman. In short, I hope that Wen Na can stay away from her, Li Chenglong, and agreed to her request, but on the condition that she is not allowed to peek.

Under Li Dequan's supervision, everyone gathered in a depression not far away. After the trees and Li Dequan's tall body blocked the last bit of vision, everyone couldn't see where Li Chenglong was, and what was he doing?

Standing by the river, I scanned the upstream and downstream and found that I couldn't find any raw materials that could be used to build the bridge. This is not the last forest, and tall trees and roots in the soil can be used as raw materials. But Li Chenglong, who had said a lot of words, for the sake of the boy's self-esteem, put his hands into the river, mobilized the power of the jeweled timepiece, and built an ice bridge that could allow a carriage to pass and had a little surplus. To prevent slipping, the ice is covered with small irregular protrusions and slender ravines.

From the time Li Chenglong took everyone away to the time when everyone was called back to the river, it took less than a quarter of an hour. Seeing the ghostly ice bridge in front of her, even Wen Na, who originally wanted to show off a few words to a few merchants, couldn't help but whisper Jasmine's praise in her mouth.

The accompanying caravan guards were even more overwhelmed, and they began to chant the names of all the Celtic gods they knew, as if they were looking for a miracle that had been created by any god.

Seeing this scene, Li Chenglong, who felt that the person in front of him and the original Bandon people were gradually overlapping, felt an indescribable irritability. Ignoring anyone, he turned around and walked up the ice bridge to the other side of the river.

Li Dequan, who was not affected, silently led the horse behind him. Hannah, who was the first to react, couldn't see Li Chenglong when she came back to her senses. After looking around, he interrupted the merchants who did not care about keeping their beliefs secret, but also kept praising the gods they believed in. Remind them that it's close to May after all, and the ice bridge could melt at any moment.

Although it is said that this is a miracle, not an ordinary ice cube that will not melt yet. But the merchants immediately began to organize mercenaries to push the wagons and start crossing the bridge.

In the first half of the day, the first few merchants were still discussing whether Li Chenglong was a divine envoy while walking, asking the female magician if he was a group of people who had returned to the kingdom of God now, and when he reached the top of the bridge, he saw Li Chenglong sitting on a big rock on the river on the opposite bank, looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle. Li Dequan was like a pillar leading the horse and standing straight aside.