Although the power rivalry and war in the steppe have never stopped, these are small fights, and about a year ago, the situation changed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 According to the leader of the caravan, after the outbreak of the war in Moxi, it seemed that it was different from the previous border friction, not only transferred a lot of central troops from the imperial capital, but also many big figures of the empire went to Moxi to supervise the war. And Moduocheng, an important town in the western Xinjiang of the Guangming Empire not far from the grassland, was besieged by the Macedonians, and the trade routes were cut off, and it was precisely because of this that they were forced to make a detour from the grassland.

The leader of the caravan said with a sad face that if the war continued like this, I am afraid that it would not be long before even the road of the grassland would be cut off. In fact, less than half a year later, news came from the Steppe King's court that the great steppe king had issued an edict from the Golden Horde, demanding that all tribes in the southern part of the Geerqin Grassland move westward from now on! At the same time, he also ordered the Loufu Department, one of the seven tents of the steppe royal court, to supervise the completion of this matter, apparently intentionally, to prevent the war between Macedonia and the Bright Empire from affecting the grassland. After all, southern Xinjiang is close to the Hangai Mountains, the grasslands are widespread, there are hundreds of large and small tribes, tens of thousands of grassland people, and there are also two seats above the royal court, so the status is not unimportant.

However, soon after learning the news, Muttel made up his mind to leave the tribe. The destination of this caravan was the western frontier of the Bright Empire, the province of Moxixing. Mutel's plan is to try his luck in the Empire of Light, although he has seen a lot of things about the outside world of the steppe since he was a child, but for this huge empire, Mutel is still full of all kinds of reverie. The sumptuous silk fabrics, the delicately crafted ceramics and jade, the sharp swords and the various irons were all produced in this strange and majestic country. The country's capital, the city of Gilliat, is even more fascinating, and it is said that it is home to almost the pinnacle of human civilization on the entire continent. After all, the Bright Empire has been inherited for hundreds of years, and not only is it one of the best existences among the countries on the continent, but Gilliat can be called the first male city in the mainland, even older than the establishment of the empire, and it is an ancient human city with a history of thousands of years!

In this way, Mutel followed the caravan for almost a month, because of the war, the trade route between Macedonia and the Bright Empire was closed, and the caravan could only go back and forth along a few tribes in the hinterland of the steppe.

The merchant grooms and hired mercenaries in this caravan numbered nearly a hundred, and although it was not as good as the caravans of hundreds or thousands of people in the big families, it was still close to a medium size. Mutel is silent, although he is a steppe man, but in the eyes of these merchants and mercenaries who have traveled all the year round, most of them will not deliberately treat him coldly, plus he is smart and intelligent, and he is also quite calm and capable of dealing with people, so he gets along with these people quite well.

However, in this caravan, the only people who did not communicate with him much were only two people, an adult and a child to be exact. The adult was a young man of the same age as himself, and strangely enough, this young man who didn't look very big was still carrying a teenager. Although the young man seemed to be quite white, Mutter never seemed to have spoken to anyone, and in the whole caravan, only the caravan leader and a few merchants would occasionally enter his tent, but they would only come out after a short while, and every time he went, he would look polite and smiling.

According to the old man in the caravan, these two people met on the way back from Macedonia two months ago, and the man claimed to be from the Moxi Province of the Bright Empire, and learned that the caravan was heading to Moxi, hoping that the caravan would take him and his disciple - oh, that is, the child.

Originally, the leader of the caravan was reluctant, after all, he met such a person of unknown origin on the road, with his cautious and sleek temperament of many years of business, he just wanted to shirk it, but the young man was not angry, but after talking to the caravan leader privately for a while, the leader immediately agreed to his request, and arranged a separate tent for him, and his attitude became extremely respectful. Although everyone was a little strange about this, they tried to ask the caravan leader, but the leader always laughed and did not say anything.

There are even more brainy subordinates who speculate whether this young man will be a noble young master who wanders out but gets lost under a big family in Moxi, and promises to give the leader a large sum of money after returning to Moxi, which makes the leader so courteous. However, in a private conversation, when the leader heard this, he directly pointed to his subordinates' noses and said with a look of disdain: Of course, this young man is not an ordinary person, but even if he is the young master of those families in Moxi Province, he may not have the noble status of this master! Also, you people should be more deferential to this young master, and don't speculate blindly for Lao Tzu behind his back, if you accidentally annoy this big man, I won't be able to protect you! Hear clearly, don't look at others, just say you kid!

As soon as these words came out, although everyone didn't dare to ask anything more, they at least affirmed that this young man was not small, and he was flexible in his mind, and he also wanted to be close to this big man, but after being reprimanded by the leader several times, he could only give up. However, this "big man" seems to be quite kind, and he always has a smile on his face on weekdays, unlike those aristocratic lords in the city, who are arrogant and domineering. Only one thing, this young aristocratic lord didn't seem to like to communicate with people, from the first day on the road, the leader gave up the only carriage in the caravan, he didn't show up much, three meals a day were also taken care of by his disciple, and he was also closed his eyes on weekdays, looking lazy...... Anyway, it's a strange guy.

As for his name, he had never heard of him, and the children who followed him were only called his teacher, but in the mouth of the caravan leader, it seemed that the young man was called "Mr. José......

The leader of the caravan naturally knew about these things, but he also understood that the identity of this big man was noble, and with this figure in his caravan, he was afraid that he would not have to worry about any safety issues. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but regret hiring too many mercenaries, he had already decided to return to Moxi from the grassland a few days ago, after all, a businessman like him was also quite sensitive, and seeing the scale of the war breaking out on a larger and larger scale, even the last bit of luck in his heart could only be dispelled.

Although the profits of doing business along the way are very considerable, no amount of gold is worth more than one's own life, and even in peacetime, there is no shortage of robbers and horse thieves and the like on this trade route, let alone in such turbulent times as now. You must know that for such a round trip, the cost of hiring mercenaries alone accounts for most of the profits. And he had heard about these wars on the Northwest Frontier before, and even gritted his teeth and hired a dozen cavalrymen.

Originally, I was still a little lucky, but I didn't expect the situation in the northwest to be so tense, and it seems that now I can only wait for the safe return to Moxi, and then dispose of these trucks of goods at a low price. Fortunately, most of this batch of goods are cheap goods such as ladypot ironware, and several small and medium-sized tribes along the grassland have also sold a lot, and they will not lose too much money, and with this big man in charge, I am afraid there will be no accidents.

Besides, this leader also has his own plans, this time he passed through the Geerqin grassland, and naturally brought a lot of private goods, most of which are not visible. If there is such a powerful magician in charge, I am afraid that even if I can't make much profit this time, at least I have some confidence, and I really can't push this magician master out to block it.

You know, magicians are not regulated by the laws of the Empire!

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