A little more than two weeks after the flotilla's departure, the fleet arrived at Karasen, a port north of Longinus, where it was still rainy and smog so that even the best lookouts felt as if their eyes were covered with a veil. The black banks peeking out of the fog made the sailors hug and cheer, and some had even begun to figure out how to spend their newfound gains. Some of the Quaids, accustomed to the shaking of the deck, were also glad to finally be able to leave the seemingly perpetually damp and musty ship, and step onto solid ground with their feet wrapped in polished leather boots.

The Dragoninus, who were fishing on the shore, were surprised and worried by these tall warriors, so that in the end someone even went to tell the garrison of the port. The middle-aged man with the title of duchy controlled more than three dozen soldiers.

The chain mail and weapons that had been in the box for more than two weeks had been stained with rust by the humid air, and when mixed with a kind of rust-proof paraffin wax applied to it, it gave off a pungent and spicy smell. This left the Quaid to abandon the banner of the 'Dragon Inus Ice Dragon Quaid Mercenary Regiment' to enter the port, even though the officers had been emphasizing this since they set out.

The rudimentary docks, made of oak planks and stone pillars, were filled with merchants, some of whom were clearly from other countries, but more often local traders of Longinus. Rainy weather can't stop their desire for shiny steel coins, so it's interspersed with shops of all kinds of things.

"Are you going to come to the Horseman's Inn, which has big, comfortable beds and the hottest maids in town, and maybe a glass of wine will invite them for a good night. A bald fat man in ordinary clothes came to the front of the team and said in a trembling tone as full of ** as possible. He saluted with his fingers clenching his fur hat, his throat rolling and swallowing the saliva of fear.

The quaid in front of him was stunned, and then the centurion pushed away a few warriors who were blocking him and shouted, "Damn horsemen, who knows if the tickers in your bed have sucked up blood." Fooling strangers on the docks is not something we Dragoninus should do. ”

The centurion's northern accent made the fat man stunned, and then turned around and ran away amid the laughter of the local vendors. The barbarians didn't chase him, but the bald fat man slipped on the ground in a panic and fell clumsily into a muddy puddle of feces and garbage. When the centurion and his companions completely squeezed out of the ranks, the other merchants who wanted to deceive the group of large warriors immediately retreated into the crowd.

"Where are we going next? find a clean and comfortable hotel?" said Riga in his gritty voice, jumping onto the thick oak-planked pier on the boat's gang. The hunter had just overcome the disease that had afflicted his body, and now he had finally regained some energy. The doctor's apprentice stood nearby, carrying a wooden box behind his shoulder. He rescued the hunter who had fallen to the ground after being tortured by the rain, with ointment and some boiling water. "Swear by Akpuler's name that Riga needs to get enough rest, or the disease will rob him of his health. ”

"This is the domain of the Grand Duke, my hometown. Sir Martin tightened the strap of his sword around his waist, tugged at the leather armor with the iron ring on it, and said to the Quaid with a smile. "The Archon of Karasang will prepare clean shelter and food for us. As soon as Jazz finished speaking, a group of Dragoninus soldiers in light leather armor tore through the torrent of vendors and walked straight here.

"In the name of His Excellency the Grand Duke and His Excellency the Count of Lytonnes, the consul of the Northlands, you are not allowed to carry weapons into the city, strangers. The guard's eyes swept back and forth between the Quid warriors, and then the gray-haired middle-aged knight stared at them with a slightly defiant look.

"Why? whose decree is this?" the mercenary clan, who was talking closely with the hunter and hoping to save the rift between the two sides in Harusa, shouted out of the warrior pile.

"You should have heard me, Sir. Seeing the shield of Sir Dragoninus hanging on the Legion's Captain's chest, the Garrison's tone softened a little. "Lord Lytonnes fears that they are disturbing the order of the city. ”

"They must go into town!" roared Sir Martin, baring his teeth, looking like a loyal and fierce hound. With a solemn and slow expression, he grabbed a leather cylinder from his bosom and slowly unscrewed the lid. "This is an order from His Excellency the Grand Duke, do you think you can refuse?"

The knight immediately shuddered as the tawny parchment covered with dragon-shaped fire paint was spread out in front of the garrison. "Get out of the way! Let these bravest and strongest warriors enter the city. He shouted so loudly that the soldiers who followed him immediately divided into two lines. They pushed the vendors to the side of the road, even though there were stinking puddles of feces and mud.

"Sir Excellency, I will personally take you to the inner city. After watching the sailors of the fleet bring down the suitcases of luggage and horses, and the garrison officer ordered the soldiers to help, he stood beside the commander of the regiment, Sir Martin, and said in a respectful tone. "The inner city garrison and the consul will prepare shelter and delicious food for you, and most of the military camps left over from the last Grand Duke's northern expedition are still empty. ”

"Very well, these Quaid warriors are already shaking their heads on the boat, and they need to recover as soon as possible and then rush to the southern border in the mud. The mercenary leader pulled off the hard leather gloves he was wearing and shook his palm, which was wet and stuffy. "When the rainy season stops, blood will continue to pour water on the earth. ”

The rain and waves kept the longship water-free, so the sailors and quaids were already soaked white, and even stinking murky droplets could be poured into their boots. Ships sailing on inland rivers are too small, and only those large ships with several decks that crisscross the North Sea can carve out dry and warm accommodation for their crews.

Captain Luke and his sailors were equally eager for a fire and a comfortable bed, so after unloading their cargo in the dock warehouse, the fellows rushed to the hotel with the money they had received. Only after a comfortable sleep on a dry bed will they have the energy to go to the tavern to drink and fight, or to look for the flame in the body. For this group of companions who had fought side by side, the centurion made a point of asking about the hotel where they lived. After receiving the somewhat elegant name 'Green Kingfisher', the Dragoninus and their promise to rush to Ambergris together after they had slept comfortably. However, Riga looked at the eyes of this companion, and always felt that he was recalling the taste of that ** proprietress lady.

Ask for everything, running naked. (To be continued.) )