The road from the Soladin Heights to the coast is not a very accurate one, although we have used the metaphor of a mouse's tail before.

It is not a single, straight avenue, but has a number of small branches, some of which stretch crookedly into the kingdom near the southern slope, and the left to the area where the Church has a great deal of authority.

For two centuries, since the Koriconrad people first settled in the dense forests of Banpo and carved out a narrow walkway to the coastline, the inhabitants have been moving to the rear for two centuries, and the roads have been widened.

And this has created Corey Conrad's unique geographical division, which we compared to the "long-tailed rat" earlier.

Sixty percent of the settled inhabitants of this mercenary kingdom lived in the city-states, a high percentage compared to the 90 percent of the people of the other countries on the West Coast of the same era who lived in the countryside - but let's not forget that the country was a nation of mercenaries, which meant that the vast majority of its citizens actually fought overseas all year round.

Sixty percent of the population consisted mostly of these inhabitants as family members of mercenaries and artisans and merchants of all kinds, and as the most common civilian unit in other kingdoms, peasants were scarce. They have no farmland or food to grow, and they are hired mercenaries, and the nobles of the kingdom are themselves the heads of the mercenary guilds, and the Koriconrads obtain food and other things from other nearby kingdoms through trade. Although both the kingdom itself and the volume of trade were very small, this method of relying entirely on trade for supplies was unique in the barren West Coast.

At the end of the day, there are more than three times as many of the Corey Conrad residents who are employed outside the home than the settlers, and the remaining forty percent of the people who live on both sides of this long avenue are not all engaged in supporting mercenary occupations.

There was a statistic in the Raman era. The young soldiers of the regular army regiment wore more than ten kilograms of wrought iron ring armor, plus short swords, spears and large square shields weighing several kilograms. With supplies and supplies, everyone can walk about 30 kilometers in a day's foot.

-- Of course, the unit of kilometer came into being in the days that followed. Therefore, there will definitely be a certain deviation in the conversion of this number. All in all, this data is about the maximum distance that today's mercenaries can reach on foot every day, and for various reasons, it has also been listed as a reference object.

The long walk is about twenty-five to thirty kilometers away from an inn where you can stop, and if not there is at least some place like a supply depot, and based on their presence there will be all kinds of shops, blacksmiths for repairing equipment, and so on.

Most of these buildings are located on both sides of the road as far as you can see, but further afield, some areas are dotted with homeless households. Not many people know their origins, some of them are retired mercenaries, and some are former merchants. Still others are the families of nearby artisans.

There are many dangers in the jungle, but as long as you don't stay too far away from the avenue, the beasts are not too close, and ordinary robbers don't bother to take care of these people who don't have much oil and water.

Leisurely pastoral style, birds singing and flowers, and the breeze is gusting.

Due to some supplies and receiving tasks, they had set off the day before after lunch, and they had only walked for half a day due to the rain. I haven't reached the location of the hotel in front of me. This is the fundamental reason why they chose to camp.

After a day's consumption, the four of them crossed the road early the next morning and walked through the middle of the sparse woods. Go and resupply the water.

Water flows downward, and this is a common principle everywhere. On the east-facing road on Corriconrad's side, there is naturally no shortage of streams flowing in the forest, most of which are clear and drinkable, and the mountain water is more or less the same, and the sediment and stones are natural filters. As long as you don't choose stagnant water that doesn't flow, there's not much to worry about.

The most famous stream on the right side of the road is a creek that doesn't even have a name - it sounds a bit of a word, but the locals really just call it a roadside creek.

The creek stretches for a long distance, and it is usually where travelers rehydrate, with only a few coming from the south choosing other water sources. When Henry and the others came over, they happened to see a group of people in front of them, who seemed to have just finished fetching water, and walked forward from the path in the woods for some distance. I think they may not be the only ones who have stopped temporarily because of the heavy rain.

Despite its high terrain, the climate of the Soladin region is still as unpredictable as the rest of the tropics, especially during the storm season in June, when the sun is shining on one side and it rains at the same time, or the sun is shining one moment and the next day is cloudy, it seems that the night is coming early.

The closer you get to the coast, the more obvious this becomes.

The clever merchants simply chose to make their way through the forest to escape the scorching sun, and they were not the first to do so, for the grass on either side of the embankment, about a man's width, along the babbling stream, was noticeably lower than elsewhere.

Before Henry's arrival, many people often chose to do this.

Everything has a cause and effect, roads, villages, city-states, countries, and human civilization are gradually established and expanded in the lives of generations of people.

Relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to draft water, civilization will always rely on the resource-rich areas to begin to sprout, and learn to avoid the sun like the people in front of you and go down the edge of this stream, everyone did see a leisurely old man.

He was sitting on a large white rock by the stream, fishing with a bamboo rod in his hand. The old man was slender and looked like an ordinary peasant on this side - in fact, it was probably so, although there were many retired old mercenaries living on this side, but as soon as the group came over, they met some hidden masters or something. Apparently not something that would normally happen either.

The stream flowed in a hurry, and here it was not particularly rapid, but it was terminated by lakes and ponds below, and in the summer the fish were very fat, and the old man pressed a hemp rope with a stone, and at the other end of the hemp rope was attached a large rattan basket. The lower part of the rattan basket is immersed in water, and there is some swaying from time to time, as if there has been a lot of harvest.

"Oh, outsider, that's a bit of a surprise. The formation of four people and two horses naturally attracted the attention of the old man, who had just glanced at him ordinarily, stopped his movements because of the combination of four people with bright hair, Mira stared at the shaking bamboo basket, and the old man smiled.

"Do you want to eat it, this is a high-quality white-bellied herring. It is only in the summer that they swim out of the underground river and run to the lake to spawn. He put down his fishing rod, not at all worried that a fish would be hooked later, and took out a fish from the bamboo basket next to him and showed it to everyone to see.

"If you cook a pot of delicious fish broth, it will taste great even if it is served with a dry and hard dough. The smiling old man said as he described Mira swallowing a mouthful of saliva at this time. He cocked up his fingers.

"40 Danno, no two prices. ”“...... It's expensive. Amonica next to her sighed. But one yard to another, they finally decided to buy the fish.

After all, there is still a day to go, and it will always be better to have a nutritious breakfast to warm your body.

The old man is a native of Corey Conrad, and he knows what can be picked in the wild during this season, and he has a little pointer. And the crowd understood how to look for them.

Bamboo, a fast-growing plant that began in the south of Avenella and has some presence in some of the hard lands of the Rideira region, although originally grown in the east, it was also strong enough to adapt to the local soil and climate after crossing the sea with the Lamanites hundreds of years ago.

The mountainous area near the Soladin Plateau is the most sunny half-slope for bamboo growth.

This emerald green, which was disparaged by the scholars of West Valier, was very different from the trees, and was well known and accepted by the locals. A certain part of the food becomes one of their daily foods.

In the summer, plump freshwater fish and fresh bamboo shoots are washed and cut along the gently flowing stream.

The sound of "Click, Click!" echoed through the trees, and the white-haired Luoan girl skillfully lit a bonfire with flint and steel, and then put one end of three pieces of wood about a handful in diameter taken from the side into the bonfire to roast.

"I'll help you. The fair-skinned Amonica said as she smiled at her as she smiled at her, and then the two of them turned around and removed the iron pot from the horse's back, as well as a quenched and hardened hook with a ring on the other side.

The task of cleaning the freshwater fish and searching for the bamboo shoots fell to our sage, but Joshua, who was unable to do such a thing because of his eyes, did not stop, he took the short, only a few bytes of Braille book he had just made, sat down and began to study slowly.

The birds were singing and the old man sitting on the stone in front of him yawned a lot.

The two girls were chatting about something while cleaning the iron pot and getting ready. Time seemed to slow down here, and Joshua smiled a little as he looked at the place where the two of them were backs, and then continued to study earnestly.

There's no need to worry about anything, and you don't need to rush somewhere. "Amonica, what's wrong with you? Sensing the other party's sudden stoppage, the white-haired Luoan girl turned her head in confusion, and the girl with long blond hair shook her head and responded to her concern with a "hmm~" voice, and then smiled slightly: "I just think that it would be nice if such days could go on forever." ”

Her smile was genuine, but Mira furrowed her eyebrows slightly—she instinctively noticed the flicker of unease on the other man's face, but since Ammonica wasn't going to say it, she didn't want to persecute them.

"Okay, okay, don't think about it so much, let's bring it back together. The blonde girl overshadowed everything with a bright smile, and the two of them returned to the campfire with the iron pot in hand. The three pieces of wood, which had been roasted and blackened, were picked up by Mira, and she succeeded in sharpening the wood by grinding it haphazardly on a rough rock that had emerged from the dirt beside it.

- This technique was also learned from our sage man, the art of hardening wood after charring it has been used for thousands of years, and people used it to make bows and arrows in the past, but Mira did this so that the stand could be deeply rooted in the earth without swaying.

After all, a hot pot of soup will not be pleasant from the point of view of food or safety.

Three long sticks were plunged deep into the earth, and Mira then took the twine and wrapped the upper end around it tightly, leaving a small section through the ring at the end of the iron hook, and then hung the iron pot on it.

The water in the pot was also taken from the creek, and our Sage was very efficient, and while Mila was preparing for the boiling water, he cleaned the freshwater fish and found a lot of fresh bamboo shoots.

All kinds of spices are still relatively rare for people here.

Although we mentioned earlier, Corey Conrad has a harbor near the coastline. But to be honest, given the small size of this country, the so-called port is actually only five or six galleys moored. Naturally, it cannot be compared with the appearance of the people coming and going in Wasana, the largest port on the west coast, and there are only five or six small supply stations near the port, which are not particularly large, and even the town has not been built.

Therefore, although it has a certain amount of maritime exchanges with the southern inland and the east coast of Mobigas, which are rich in spices, most of the kingdoms of Cori Conrad, which only exports war power to foreign countries and does not attach great importance to trade, ordinary people naturally cannot enjoy expensive spices and condiments.

The only supplies available to the shops here are salt in small wooden cans, which are close to the coastline and are not particularly expensive while maintaining good quality.

The bonfire burns and the fish and bamboo shoots are placed in the pot.

Yesterday there was a heavy rain, and the sun was not particularly violent at this time, and many of the firewood collected was carrying moisture, resulting in a somewhat large and choking smoke.

But the wait and stay is worth it.

As the old man said, with the delicious fish soup, even the tasteless cereal dumplings taste extraordinarily fragrant.

"It's nice to spend it like this once in a while. ”

The sun's rays were temporarily obscured by the passing clouds.

It's another sunny day. (To be continued.) )