A mist rises in the early morning, and although it dissipates soon after the sun comes out, it is also somewhat like a herald of the end of summer.

The temperature in Aurora drops quickly at night, but unlike the cold air that can be spent in the humid south, the dry north only needs to hang up a tarpaulin to keep the wind out and build a fire inside to ensure a warm night.

The newly bought shovel has not yet come in handy, but the large and small axes are very useful.

Perhaps because of its proximity to the four northern islands, the feel of the axe purchased at the subway artisan shop reminds the girl of Avenella, who was heavily influenced by the culture of Dan Lasso.

For centuries, the Stinging pirates who used axes had a remarkable tradition of forging axes, and although they are often thought of today as a bunch of poor woodcutters who casually took their own cutting axes into battle, in fact, the quality and feel of the tomahawks made by the four northern islands were no worse than those of swords.

Cutting axes are usually not sharp, as they are suitable for cutting meat, but they will break faster against hard wood. On the other hand, with a relatively blunt blade and a thick axe surface, you can bite deep into the wood when you hit it by mass. However, the downside of this approach is that it will be difficult to control a blow when used in combat, so combat axes are deliberately forged thinner, lighter, and sharpened like a razor.

The pair of axes that Polusaro bought is somewhere in between, and is typical of people who were heavily influenced by the Dan Lasso culture. The small axe is quite light and sharp, and it is very useful for chopping small branches used to light fires, while the large axe is thicker, making it more efficient for cutting trees and separating larger firewood.

However, the axe is not the most surprising thing among the newly purchased equipment.

Just buy it and put it away, you will never know the full pros and cons of it, and many things are not really used, and you will not understand what those details are for.

Because it was bought by Henry, Mira only noticed the difference in the hem of the tent when she first bought it. It wasn't until she actually started using the tent in the last two days that she realized that the whole thing was completely different.

The most obvious difference between the tents used by the Northland travelers and the types used by the southern tents and armies is that it has a hole in the spire in the middle of the tent.

And for good reason – you don't need to be a sage to see the smoke coming out of the hole at the top when the campfire is lit inside the tent and the smoke comes out of the hole at the top.

Anyone who has camped in the autumn and winter knows the importance of a campfire, as the orange light not only warms the body with hot food in the cold, but also soothes the mood and prevents the whole person from collapsing from exhaustion.

But if a bonfire is lit inside the tent, if the smoke has nowhere to circulate, the people inside will cough incessantly, and they will not be able to sleep all night.

So in the past, campfires were basically set up outside when camping, which was similar to the local military tents. Armies with a large number of horses, donkeys, and mule carts with well-established logistics usually carried iron grills for firewood and food. Their tent also had a section of the gallery that could be supported by two wooden poles, and if they needed fire, they would be able to solve it here.

But given the range of issues such as space and load, this is clearly not something for travelers or adventurers in small groups. Coupled with the bitter cold weather in the north, the best location for a campfire is obviously close to the place where you sleep at night, rather than the perimeter of the tent, so as to provide enough warmth during sleep.

The result is this excellent design of a pointed tent, which unfolds into a large piece of fan-shaped fabric and has overlapping openings that can be closed on one side. There is a collar in the middle of the place, take three or four long wooden poles and insert them on the ground to form a frame, and then the collar is set on the top of the wooden pole, and the hem is fixed with ground nails to prevent the wind from drilling into the gaps, and a camp tent with a lot of internal space is set up.

The campfire is set up in the very center of the circular tent, and the people lie a little further away on the periphery of the circle. Choking smoke is expelled through the opening at the top, while the heat is retained in the tent to warm the body and mind.

In the hands of skilled men, it would take no more than 15 minutes to set up such a tent, and even less if there was a carriage with a long pole. However, when traveling close to the forest, even if you don't have a wooden pole, it's easy to find materials for the frame. In the vast and sparsely populated region of Aurora, there are always many dead trees on the forest floor, and people can't pick them up. Therefore, when camping, you don't even need to cut down trees, you just need to find the right size on the ground, then use a small axe to cut off the excess branches that may puncture the tarpaulin, and use your footsteps to measure the distance and insert them into the mud.

In the rainy but relatively warm south, tents focus on waterproofing. In the relatively dry but cold north, being able to light a campfire in the tent to warm the body becomes a more important consideration.

The circular hole in the center of the tent is at the highest point of the tent, and the huge angle of inclination makes it easier for rain and snow to slide down, and only those that fall vertically will fall into the camp. In addition, people sleep on both sides, but they do not get wet with their bodies or their clothes and food.

It can't stop the torrential rains that fall in the south, but it's an excellent choice in the autumn and winter in the north.

The so-called customs and customs are probably nothing more than this.

In these small details of life, you can always see the wisdom of life accumulated by the local working people for thousands of years.

Nothing can be eaten fresh all over the world. Aristocratic tales of aristocrats, who feel that they have mastered the mysteries of the world, who embrace the thinking that everyone else is just ordinary people, who have detached themselves from the basic life of the masses and become unearthly, and who are finally overthrown by the people they despise, are not uncommon throughout the ages.

No one is better at life than others, southerners adapt to the southern environment, and northerners have made the best choices in their environment.

In a nutshell.

To exist is to be reasonable.

The reason why a sage is a sage is not because he knows a lot of knowledge. If you just have knowledge and detach yourself from these details, it is like the famous fable - the great magister who sealed himself in the ivory tower, after the disciple who took care of his life left, could not even cook for himself, and finally starved to death with a full stomach full of magical knowledge.

Henry has always been close to life, and has always respected the wisdom of the people, his strength comes from daily life, from life, from the subtle knowledge accumulated by countless predecessors over thousands of years, rather than a closed-door car that is detached from the people's foundation.

What this title represents is not some kind of transcendent existence that is detached from ordinary people - although it is not wrong in a certain sense and in a certain direction, if it is to really give this vague and ambiguous concept a precise name-

The so-called "sage" should be regarded as "standing among the people and transcending the people." ”

It is precisely because he has knowledge beyond ordinary people's knowledge that he is able to show them the way. And it is precisely because he is still standing among the people, and everything he does is based on the subtle wisdom accumulated by thousands of years of working people, that he really understands what ordinary people think.

Now the Luo'an girl, who is much more mature than in the past, thinks so.

There is still a lot to learn, and this is the experience, the necessity of travel.

It may be a stable life to always stick to that square inch, but this stability is built on the immutability. The life of adventurers is criticized by most people, and the reputation of mercenaries, travelers, and merchants has not been good since ancient times, and people use them to get what they want, but in their hearts they also think that these people are also disturbing their stable lives in some way.

The stronger the ethnic unitarity, the more xenophobic the area, the more you can feel this atmosphere of rejection from thousands of miles away - Mila who has packed her bags and is about to get back on the road turns around, and she has forgotten how to pronounce the village that is already on the edge of the field of vision behind her, and you would not think there is a village from this point of view if it were not for the smoke rising from which the breakfast is made.

The wool left over from the sheep that had been killed by the dire wolf was sheared as much as possible, and the sheep that had been dead for several days due to the heat had no meat to use. The villagers did their best to remove the usable parts in an attempt to recover the cost.

For them, the loss of a Euroa sheep is not a small economic blow. Although the fur of the dire wolf can be sold for some money after being stripped off, it is now summer and it is an old wolf, the coat color is not particularly good, and the wolf head has been blown up by the giant, and the price of the wolf skin without a complete head will drop a lot, and it is a loss overall.

The constraints of life make these villagers have to play some tricks when they issue a mission, not to say that it is a dire wolf and can be regarded as a verification of the strength of the comer, but it is also not explained for the existence of giants, which is a bit deliberate.

On the one hand, they are indeed living in poverty and poverty, and the village chief needs to raise funds to invite a mercenary to deal with affairs, and two gold coins and 20 silver coins are not a small amount of money for them.

But on the other hand, they stumble silently everywhere. If Henry hadn't broken it directly yesterday, or had voluntarily reduced his pay out of compassion after it, these people wouldn't actually be grateful to them.

"Mercenaries are blood-sucking war ghosts who make money by taking lives. If it's really a good person, why don't you just don't take a penny and provide free labor?" Such concessions can only be exchanged for such a result, not only will they not even get the full amount of the remuneration they deserve, but they will also make themselves sulky.

It can only be said that the poor must have something to hate. After the sage showed Kramer the use of the great sword as a weapon in Suomir's current bad reputation, and they did everything possible to please them out of fear, Mira looked at it, and the only word "pathetic" in her heart was in her heart.

If the Luoan girl is still like this, our Sage Mr. is naturally even more.

It's just that he has seen a lot of such things, from the beginning of the incident, everything has been seen through by those gray-blue eyes, and at this moment there is still a calm in his heart, if he has to say it, at most it is only a little emotion.

Henry said "can't go back", and Mira now vaguely empathizes.

She didn't know all about Kramer's glorious history, but at least judging from the mouth of the Suomir mercenary in Polusalo and the legends that had been vaguely heard before reaching Suomir, it was clear that it should not have been a weapon that made people look horrified like this.

The country has changed.

Like the transformation of the four seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter flow year after year. It is true that things that never change can really exist, but it is indeed surprising that the thoughts in people's hearts can be changed so easily.

The order to illegalize Kramer's greatsword was issued more than twenty years ago when the current queen ascended the throne, and it was a reasonable decree to be sure, naïve, but indeed a choice made for the sake of peace.

As a weapon that played an important role in the history of the two countries, Kramer was a national totem for the Suomir people, and a symbol of shame and fear for the Padrosi people.

To improve relations between the two countries, it is not a bad decision to start here. It's just that the naïve queen obviously thinks about the war too simply, and thinks that as long as weapons are banned, the hatred engraved in the hearts of the people of the two countries caused by this thousand-year-old bloody struggle will also disappear.

The Great Sword ceased to exist in Suomir's land, and the queen herself, to whom the Great Swordsmen were allegiated, was deprived of their homeland and faith by her own hands. The choice she gives is brutal – "to choose to continue living in this country, or to wander with that weapon." ”

In the midst of such a complex situation, the result of a naïve attempt to change the situation is the result of the well-trained Suomir greatsword mercenaries who have become traitors in a cruel either-or. They are no longer welcomed by their homeland, and Kramer, once a national totem, is now stigmatized as a weapon that undermines the friendship between the two countries, a "weapon that eats the hearts of good people."

After more than twenty years of expulsion from the country, cursed and stigmatized, the Great Swordsmen who have returned from the turmoil of the Padrossi Empire are unlikely to bring peace and prosperity to the country.

No deeper understanding is needed, what has been seen and heard so far is enough to conclude that Kramer is on the territory of Suomir.

It is already equated with "outlaws".

No one knows where the greatsword mercenaries who have received the mission of escorting them north and have entered the territory of Suomir have gone, and what purpose they have returned to this land that has turned their backs on them.

Like Kramer himself, who has been stigmatized, the once-glorious Great Swordsmen of Suomir may now be a twisted being. Having lost their hometown and the goal they fought for, what they have left in their bodies may only be there in the end.

Full of hatred.

This weapon is entangled in blood.

It is a rootless weed, like an old wolf who has been expelled from the pack, and may die in a foreign land, but until then it will be like a crazy trapped beast, hurting others again and again in despair, loneliness, and incomprehension.

Kramer is no longer as glorious as it used to be, and the swordsman wielding them is no longer a continuation of the legend of the past that saved the country from danger.

Except for only one.

Only.

Except for one person.

Kaleva may have been a young man with a not very bright mind, a mouth and limbs that moved too quickly, but his heart was bright, and even if he didn't know it, he did realize something to some extent.

This is the fundamental reason why he would choose to keep up with the two.

- These two people are incompatible.

The man with black hair and gray eyes and the girl with white hair and blue eyes are strangers in this northern country.

They did not belong to Suomir's lands, and although one of them had a great sword, he was not one of those murderous great swordsmen.

If something is going to happen, it will not be wrong to follow these two people.

"Hurry up, you rice-eater. After a brief breakfast, everything was packed up, and at Mira's urging, Galeva, who led the little unicorn, followed the two.

They continued to walk across the vast expanse of Aurora.