The high-temperature and high-pressure weather, which had been backlogged for more than a week, broke out endlessly, and the tarpaulin crackled and rainstormed for two or three hours without any signs of stopping. The interior of the makeshift shelter www.biquge.info Fun Pavilion leaked like a sieve, and although visibility didn't improve much, they decided to venture out and try to find a glade.

There were no trees, hills, or other more reliable shelters, held in place by a few wooden poles and hemp rope stuck in the mud, and the soft canvas began to sway from side to side as soon as the wind picked up. Staying in it is not said to have spent the night, and a few hours of rest and recovery are a luxury.

Every once in a while, the canvas had to be checked left and right to reinforce, and with the icy rain leaking from the top and pouring in the corners, no matter how good and optimistic a person was, he would inevitably be frustrated when he encountered such a situation.

It's time to go out and find a more reliable campsite.

The team arranged for the trip consisted of only four people, and in addition to Uncle Mario, there were two mercenaries and our Mr. Sage. They were all people who were more experienced in the wild environment, and at this moment, not only Henry, but also the others had taken off their armor and weapons, wearing only light clothes, cloaks, and a pathfinder stick, and walked outside.

"Be careful. Mira said this to Henry, and the sage nodded, and it was understandable that the girl was a little worried about this situation, after all, human power is difficult to match with nature, even the sage.

The ground drained from the torrential rain at a rate that could no longer keep up with the rate at which the rain fell, even though the trail was still relatively high, and a layer of water that did not reach the soles of shoes had already accumulated.

A few of the puddles were ankle-deep, but luckily the Padrossi were mostly wearing leather sandals or short-tops, which would not have been as heavy as lead in the West Coast-style boots.

Still, the feeling of wetness inside the entire shoe was unpleasant, and within less than 10 minutes of being out of the rudimentary canvas shelter, their limbs were soaking wet. A cloak fastened to the chest with buttons and leather cords is far from being an effective protection against the rain in this situation, and when a gust of wind blows, it will be lifted and the clothes underneath it will be wet.

It was the right decision to reduce the number to a small number of the strongest and most experienced adult males, because it was still difficult and arduous for them to take every step, let alone others who were not as good as them.

The wooden stick in his hand played a big role, and when inserted into the dirt, it provided a reliable anchor point for moving forward. The four of them advanced slowly, the surrounding terrain was unclear, and with this low visibility and slippery ground bonus, they could accidentally fall into a gutter, break their legs or necks, and die of hypothermia or suffocation before help arrived.

Henry, who is the tallest and has the best physical fitness, is naturally the best choice to take the lead, and he stops in front of him as a signpost. "Over there, it seems!" "Ahh But this mouth, nose and throat were immediately poured into a mouthful of rain by the strong wind, and for a moment it was as painful as if it were drowning.

Two mercenaries come to Mario's aid, and the sage takes the opportunity to look in the direction the uncle said.

It was a terrain that was noticeably higher than the surroundings, and Mario would have noticed it for granted.

A year-round traveler doesn't need to be a botanist to be able to tell the general terrain from the vegetation – there is usually room for camping underneath a sufficiently large tree. Because their canopy robs them of sunlight, there are no shrubs or other woody plants underneath, just small flowers and plants that need less sunlight.

Their sturdy roots cling to the soil also prevent soil erosion, and the presence of large trees to protect them from the wind and rain is usually higher than elsewhere.

So finding your way to higher ground is in most cases a good choice, and although the trees are likely to be uprooted when the wind blows too strong, causing disaster for those seeking refuge below, it is much better than fighting a rainstorm with your own equipment in an exposed area.

The ideal shelter is a cave large enough to be halfway up a mountain, but in the southern part of the empire, where there is a lot of soil and dense shrubland, most of the caves will be obscured by them.

And in the overall low altitude area where they are currently located, the cave can only be caused by rain erosion, and even if they are lucky enough to find such an estimate, it is already filled with stagnant water.

With only bad and worse choices, struggling to survive is the norm for traveling merchants and adventurers in this era.

This is also the reason why most traveling merchants do not bring their families with them, after all, even in a prosperous and relatively peaceful country like Padrosi, the threat of humanity has decreased, and the weather changes mercilessly.

It took them nearly forty minutes to complete the short journey, and they would have been able to get here a little longer had it not been for the accident in the carriage just now. The cloak was blown by the wind, and everyone was soaked from the waist down to the skin. As their body temperature drops in the torrential rain, every movement becomes as sluggish as lead, and it is the right decision to remove their armor and weapons, in which even a short knife weighing hundreds of grams can be overwhelming.

"Whew—" But it's worth the adventure, as the terrain is much taller than the surrounding area and is indeed home to a number of tall and dense perennial trees. After struggling to step through the surrounding shrubs like stars holding the moon, the four of them felt as if they had entered the eye of a typhoon, and they instantly felt relieved.

The cold wind and rain overhead were mostly blocked by the trees, and the ground below was wet, but the merchant's uncle, Mario, and the two mercenaries sat down unconcerned, panting. Only our Sage remained standing there as if nothing had happened, and he reached out to wipe his long-grown hair to the top of his head, and the gray-blue eyes under the deep sockets reflected a faint gray light, and in an instant it seemed to others to look like gods or other creatures more than mortals.

"It's possible to set up camp here, but it's a bit of a hassle to get here. Henry looked left and right, staying under a tree during a thunderstorm was not the best option, but they could only minimize some of the risks for now.

Luckily, there is more than one big tree here, and overall it is the best choice for this time.

"The carriage can be pulled to the side of the road and covered with canvas. "Uncle Mario has been through this situation after all, and traveling merchants like them will have a lot more trouble than a mercenary with only personal supplies. In addition to the tarp on the outside, some of the goods that are afraid of moisture will be wrapped tightly by several layers, so that in case of emergency, when people have to leave the carriage to take refuge, they can put it in a safe place and are not afraid of being destroyed by natural disasters.

"I'm going to get out of the way. Henry nodded, and the others were still resting there, and just as they were hesitating about how the bare-handed sage was going to "open the way", he walked over and single-handedly uprooted the bush and threw it into the distance.

“...... Monster. A mercenary whispered to the three of them, a low shrub that looked small but had deep roots. When the farmers weed, they had to use a shovel to loosen the soil for half a day to clear it, not to mention that the soil was still filled with rainwater and compacted, not to mention that it was much heavier.

Being able to uproot it with one hand, then lifting any of them up with one hand and throwing them out is not a problem.

Henry didn't pull out too many bushes, just made a small gap that made it less troublesome for others to come over. He naturally noticed the attitude of the three Mario, even though the visibility was getting worse and worse at the moment, the sage's senses were far beyond ordinary people.

This matter, as well as the previous incident of breaking through the earthen wall with a sword, he had no intention of hiding it. This kind of simple and brutal display of power can be very effective in controlling the situation, and anyone wants to live in peace if they can, but when they can't achieve all this, it is a step back to ensure that there is no conflict of interests.

Demonstrate your value and deterrence and make people understand their importance in the team. If you start a conflict with yourself, you will be very detrimental, but peaceful coexistence is the right option.

They don't need to be friends, they just need to be able to live together peacefully and move forward with the same goal.

The world of children is always black and white, and this is also true in the eyes of some young people or religious fanatics.

Friend or foe.

But in the wider world, neither trust nor hostility is so simple, and more often than not, people only have temporary common interests.

As long as this goal remains unchanged, they can still remain as a community.

The mercenaries and merchants are in the middle of it, but they don't necessarily understand it, and Henry's every move is subtly creating such an atmosphere according to the situation created by the current environment.

Indeed, he has the ability to address the targeted hostility that the merchants may have against Margaret and even his own party because of the frustration of the transaction.

But he won't do it.

The aristocratic lady wanted an adventure, and she did enjoy it, but it was clear that there was a deeper meaning than just being influenced by the literary influence of fiction.

She was reluctant to reveal it, and even if she did, Ferruccio would stop Margaret from speaking out. Although the sage had already guessed a lot from the details, he still needed to wait for himself to pierce the window paper before proceeding to the next step.

Therefore, he was happy to maintain the current rather awkward situation, remaining silent and passive, waiting for Margaret or Ferruccio the butler to start acting first.

This may feel a bit excessive and insidious, but it is the best way to deal with these Padrosi nobles who like to hold on to their faces until the situation collapses.

Time passed slowly, and the situation was urgent. The sky gradually began to darken, and the rain showed no signs of abating.

There's still a lot to do, and if they don't speed it up, they'll have to do it in the dark.

Only those who have experienced it may understand how difficult it is to deal with everything in the dark at night in a rainstorm, so the merchant uncle and the two mercenaries, although physically and mentally exhausted and still want to catch their breath for a while, can only stand up with a stick on the trunk of a tree and follow the footsteps of our sage to return to the camp together.

Although the rain was still heavy, the wind had subsided when they returned, which made their progress somewhat easier, so it only took a little more than an hour to complete the exploration, including rest.

The joy of hearing the news of a better campsite was found under the tarpaulin, and the people shivering under the tarpaulin breathed a sigh of relief, a must-have for adventurers and traveling merchants. Despite the bad luck for days, they are good at ignoring the bad luck and focusing on the little improvements.

What separates an adventurer or traveler from a citizen who is at peace with him is not their experience and survival knowledge, nor their physical prowess, but their optimism in the face of adversity.

A lot of times it's not that bad, but people just get on the edge of the bull and end up defeating themselves, so that the situation that could have been controlled deteriorates even further, and it really collapses.

Henry's calmness and composure is the reason why those around him trust him, after all, people prefer to trust a smooth and mature person at all times than a child who loses his temper and is awkward.

After deciding to go to the campsite there, it took them more than half an hour to pull several wagons to the side of the road, tie them to trees, fix them, and then untie the reins and let the horses go with them. The tarpaulin, which had been felt to be too much, was not enough at this point, and they had to put the wagons close together, and then the goods were stacked hard to cover the two wagons with one canvas.

Henry's flatbed wagon didn't have much cargo on it, so they took it off and let the empty cart be blown away by the wind and rain, so that they could save a tarp to build the camp.

Before leaving, Uncle Mario ran back to pick up a suitcase, and the middle-aged mercenary Moro carried a few metal utensils in the heavy rain, and the cloaks fluttered and the group took the horses to re-advance in the heavy rain with difficulty, and finally barely reached this relatively calm woods like the eye of a typhoon before the sky completely darkened.

Everyone's body is soaking wet and chilling.

The metal vessel that Morrow carried upside down on his shoulders was a semi-circular cauldron that was meant to be a cookware, but it served a different purpose in this situation where the ground was soaked.

The mercenaries and merchants grabbed the last rays of light and pulled up their tents, and after digging a simple pit with sticks, the mercenaries placed the cauldron directly on the ground. As soon as it was lowered under the tent, Uncle Mario opened the waterproof wooden box, which contained a pile of black charcoal, and a small iron hook on the lid of the box hung a fire sickle and a few flints in small belts.

The improvisation of using the cauldron as a brazier to avoid the damp ground was an essential shrewdness for adventurers, and when the bonfire was finally lit, they erected another cauldron on top of it.

By the time the rain had halved and it was pitch black, the belated dinner was starting to heat up as the warm campfire provided enough heat.

Two full days passed, and they could finally catch their breath.

Everyone is exhausted after slackening, and in this case, a simple soup with just a little salt can lure you to open your index fingers.

A bowl of hot soup warms the body that has been chilled by the rain and wind.

This is the moment that people are looking for in the midst of a difficult journey that is close to bliss.