When more than a month had passed since the height of summer, and the sun was still shining, but the beauty of the sea was no longer of interest, the merchant ship reached the northernmost town of the Padrosi Empire.

The fully loaded sailboats were slower, but by not berthing at any port and just making a trip north, they were able to keep this time within reasonable limits.

But this trade-off also comes with its own costs.

Fresh food is difficult to preserve, especially in the warm summer wet sea, and most of the food is difficult to last for more than a week, except for the long-term storage type.

For more than a month, the only fresh ingredient that can be considered to be eaten regularly is seafood. But it was a merchant ship rather than a fishing boat, and the seafood was mostly caught with rods and nets in the evening and at night when the sea was suspended. When there were no fish, no matter how good Rao was the chef on the ship, he really couldn't play too many tricks with beans and shelf-stable pastries, noodles and rice.

Shorter routes, or more ports of call on the route, will periodically replenish the area with fresh ingredients, ensuring that passengers always have a delicious meal during their trip. But that kind of travel was used by aristocratic merchants for pure fun, and for most people, this kind of merchant piggyback travel plan is the right choice of economic and affordable.

If you want to save money, then the comfort will naturally be greatly reduced. For more than 30 days, every day was baked beans, boiled beans, dough cakes and noodles, and occasionally paella. As soon as the novelty passed, people immediately began to feel tired of the taste, and they remembered the fresh vegetables that were available every day on the six fields.

Of course, these meat-lacked menus were for ordinary travelers and junior sailors, and the ship's high-ranking officers would not have eaten so shabby. To some extent, Henry and Mira, who were the captain's guests, were also invited to enjoy bacon and wine together, but after all these factors, they politely declined the hospitality under the pretext of keeping a low profile.

The lackluster sea trip of more than a month was spent without any thrills.

The day we arrived in the northern town was also sunny, with a sunny and warm summer that made you think you had never left Parnila.

It is only when you see the water, which is much darker in the water, and the houses that are very different from those of Parnila, that you feel like you are in a foreign country.

It's a unique town.

Located in the northernmost part of the Padrossi Empire, it has two names: Polusaro in Lamani and Southern Aurora in Suomir – literally, it belongs to the southern tip of a region called Aurora.

From the name, you can see how close the relationship is with the kingdom of Suomir, but in terms of the division of the border, it is actually the territory of the Padrossi Empire.

The complex situation and history can be seen not only in the name of the town, but also in the people and buildings of the place.

Each of the shop signs in Polusaro is written in both Chinese languages, and the buildings are more of a Suomir-style mass plain structure than the bright warm colors of Parnila.

These taciturn people from the land of a thousand lakes and islands of snow and aurora have a unique aesthetic for building buildings.

Suomir-style buildings are not particularly tall and rarely decorated. They take the subtle and restrained beauty to the extreme, and the hut they build does not have any flashy elements at first glance, but it is very attractive.

When the snow falls in winter, the eaves of the houses are half a meter thick with snow, and the chimneys begin to emit heating smoke and the windows glow orange, it is really like a dream, like a fairy tale.

The sleek and talkative Lamanites and the inflexible Suomirs, like the sun of Parnira and the snow of the north, like the passionate fire and the silent ice, two diametrically opposed peoples coexist in this town.

This is where dreams meet reality.

To the south is the political center of the Padrossi Empire, where the current world is at the pinnacle of imperial power, and the things that are born in the imperial capital and the decisions made can almost become the weather vane that affects the entire Rigal world. To the north, there is the prestigious Aurora Sanctuary, home to the White Church Jetina Church, and Heinzwöm Meteor Lake.

The political center of the world and the supreme spokesman of God on earth connect these two extremely important places in the town of Polusaro.

will choose this place as a port of anchorage, apparently the owner of the merchant ship wants to grasp both hands, and make money from both the dream and the present world at the same time.

As a relay station, the town has always had a lot of passers-by. Whether you want to go south or north, it is the most economical option to take a boat here and then turn 6 or go by small boat.

Naturally, the people who took the boat this time were no exception.

Unlike Parnilla, the port of Porusaro is an open deep-water port without much protection. There are no surprises in the gentle currents here, and with years of sailing experience, the helmsman can get the merchant ship closer to the harbor without the need for a navigator.

For a small town port that was much smaller than Parnilla, such a large merchant ship was almost the limit of what it could accommodate. The merchant ship had apparently been going back and forth between the two places for a long time, and it was almost a regular flight, so the port staff who had been prepared for a long time rushed over to prepare for it. The large merchant ships were an important source of economic resources for the town, and they did not dare to slack off.

Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, this Raman proverb that is now used in many industries, the sage and the Luoan girl can be regarded as seeing the scene that is really the same as the literal meaning today.

Once in the town's harbor, it took the helmsman and the crew of the harbor below for thirty minutes to bring the huge merchant ship to a proper place.

They were obviously experts in the industry, and the people on the boat barely felt any vibration at the moment they came to a steady stop, until the treads attached to the pier were lowered and the side of the boat made a "pop", and many people were startled and came back to their senses.

"Get off the boat, get off the boat, get together, if you still want to take our ship on the way back, remember that we will come back again in three months, and the old customers will be discounted! Remember to keep your belongings, get off the boat, get off the boat!" was still the loud-voiced sailor, who did not know his name, and he waved the small flag in the opposite direction, while the travelers began to pack their bags and prepare to disembark.

The first to go down were the small merchants who slept in the Chase Shop, and the young travelers who wanted to venture out and see the world, the former with their goods stored in the holds' hold on the sailors' floor, mostly loaded in large backpacks supported by hardwood, while the latter had only their own carry-on equipment.

They stepped onto the pier on foot, and the junior sailors, who had already been prepared, led all kinds of cattle up from below, and handed them over to the horse dealers waiting in place or to the people who were traveling with them.

There are not many such people, and the total number of cattle and horses is actually only about fifteen.

In the process of walking, fresh horse and cow dung fell on the deck, and the little sailors in charge of cleaning looked at this scene with mops and buckets with sad faces.

Henry and Mira, who had taken over the unicorn and the two horses from the first mate, put all the equipment they were carrying on horseback. After a short farewell, he pulled the reins and began to walk out step by step, and when he arrived in the town, the two dressed as mercenaries and wore orange mercenary cards around their waists, despite the lack of armor and swords, still attracted a lot of attention.

However, more people's eyes were still on the little unicorn in a gorgeous aristocratic horse robe, and this dazzling scene coupled with the rank of the orange mercenary, many people immediately came to the fact that the two were escorting the foals for the nobles, and made a conclusion in their hearts that they would not try to trouble them.

The human heart is such a thing, and it is really easy to operate it with the right method.

It is always easier for human beings to believe the "facts" they deduce than the words of others. Therefore, according to Margaret's plan, Ye Hidden in the forest, with a more luxurious high-profile display on the surface, there is no need to elaborate, but most people "understand the facts".

There is no need to make up a perfect lie that cannot be cracked, if you talk too much, it is easy to be exposed. There is no mention of taciturnity, only hints are provided through these details, and the rest of Ren Jun's imagination is that people tend to come to obvious conclusions, not to mention, and always believe in their own conclusions.

With such a deep grasp of human nature, Mira, as a peer, admired Margaret at the same time, but also a little glad that she was not born in an aristocratic family.

Ignorance is often a blessing, and knowing human beings too well makes it even more difficult to trust and be close to them.

Margaret was so, her own teacher.

This is no exception.

The reason why he traveled alone before she met her was gradually understandable as she accumulated more knowledge in all aspects.

The girl looked at Henry in front of her, and in the middle of summer, wearing only the loose shirt and light waistcoat that was popular on the East Coast, she walked ahead. Kramer, sheathed, was wrapped in layers of sackcloth and carried horizontally across the saddle, as was Mira's sword. There were also folded Brigundy plate armor, as well as books, clothing, and a few other miscellaneous belongings.

The equipment is not much, because the carrying space of the merchant ship is limited. Items that are not too valuable, such as travel goods, are more expensive to bring on the ship than to buy new ones locally, and considering the difference in climate, they do not buy a whole large package at Parnilla, but travel lightly.

The girl noticed that as she went north, the sage became more and more reticent.

Even by his standards, the number of times he spoke was a little concerning.

With the words in his mouth and the contacts he had been in all his hands, Mira could more or less guess that this place of Suomir was of great importance to Henry. But the relationship between the two has always been like this, needless to say, he will tell himself if he feels necessary.

It's not the feeling of being distant, it's an unreserved relationship of trust.

"Step-" Henry naturally noticed his disciple's eyes, but he didn't say anything, but suddenly stopped in the middle of the plank path and glanced up at a painted shield on the beam.

As the other pedestrians walked by, they frequently looked sideways at the little unicorn, and Mira stopped and looked up.

"In the year 1338 of the Lamanite calendar, this pier was built in the name of Emperor Sigsumond Woznorion Saxiyutu I in order to reconcile with Suomir. May the friendship between the two countries last forever, just as black—" Mira frowned, "dug up?" she said, the horizon-blue royal background on the two-hundred-year-old wooden shield faded to sky blue, the patterns of lily of the valley and daisies on the top were blurred, and the text below was written in rigid Raman script, and the part below the phrase that friendship endures became pure wood.

Although it is crooked, it is clear from the traces that someone crossed it out directly with a wooden chisel, rather than a natural peel off over time. It's just that it's been so long and it hasn't been replaced or repaired, which makes her feel a little puzzled.

Henry's gaze rested on the Emperor's name.

Nowadays, the Raman script, which is rarely used, was once the standard script for royal and aristocratic writings. All young Paderrossi aristocratic men had to learn this orthographic script, and now the elegant and beautiful Raman script used by aristocratic women in the past.

As its name suggests, the formal document is rigid and square, full of manly strength. But compared to the beautiful text itself, the surface that should be gilded is dull and mottled, and it is clear that no one has taken care of this hanging board since someone chiseled it here two hundred years ago.

It has not been removed, nor has it been repaired and maintained.

The corners of the sage's eyes twitched, and although his face was still calm, it was clear that he had noticed something through this.

"Teacher?"

"Keep walking. Henry spoke, and the three of them got back into action. They followed at the back of the line of passengers, and behind them the loud sailors of the merchant ships were already yelling for the men below to carry the cargo.

Footsteps were heard in front of them, and the porters of the pier were greeted by the tall young men dressed in Suomir's traditional costumes. When they staggered past Henry and Mira, they couldn't help but glance at the sage.

"Step-" The young people stopped.

It was rare for the young Suomir to return from a foreign land, especially when they also caught a glimpse of a long strip wrapped in sackcloth hanging from their war horses—

"Hey-" One of them, a young man with a turban on his head, who was also about 1.89 meters tall, stepped on the pallet and walked towards the sage: "You one." ”

"......." Henry turned his head and looked at the other calmly.

"The town doesn't support this kind of thing, don't make trouble. He said this in the language of Suomir, and the sound and grammar of the Lamanite language were so different that Mira next to him was confused.

"Kalewa, don't-" Another young man leaned over to try to dissuade him from the average height of 188, while the young man known as Kaleva pursed his lips tightly and shook his head vigorously: "Don't dissuade me, I just want to find out here." ”

"Those who turn their backs on their homeland and go out to wander outside, and become mercenaries who take blood-stained money, are not worthy to come back here. You just didn't intend to obey the Queen's orders to leave with that kind of thing in the first place, why have you been all ...... lately? Do you want to ruin our lives again!"

Galeva said this, and Henry raised an eyebrow, and the whole person turned around.

"Da-" He stepped on the wooden floor, and although all of the young Suomirs who were porters were not much worse than him, several of them combined were inferior to the sage's aura.

"Tsk-" There is still a gap between mercenaries and workers, and despite their size, they are never warriors. The young men, who did not want to admit defeat, struggled to straighten their backs, and the sage opened his mouth, looking a little nervous, for fear that the provocation of the leading Galeva would not be able to resist the provocation and cause these traitors, who had killed people among the natives without blinking, suddenly decided to sacrifice their swords.

Henry opened his mouth, and then suddenly spat out another language that was unfamiliar to Mira:

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Uh-" The young porters looked at each other.

"I'm sorry, but I'm from Dan Lasso. Replaced by a stiff Lamani language with a strong northern accent, Henry lied without a red face and a heartbeat.

"Ahh The young man who had dissuaded Galeva was evidently one of the peacemakers, and when he had said this to Henry in Lamani, he reprimanded his accomplice in Suomir.

"I won't delay you, but please note that weapons are strictly controlled in the town!" said the young man, with a sleek and amiable air that was more like a Padrosi than a Suomir, as was often the case in such mixed towns.

"Thank you. Henry said this, and then turned and walked down without looking back. Several young Suomir breathed a long sigh of relief, then chatted and continued in the direction of the merchant ship, except for the man named Kaleva, who still looked incredulous, and stared at the sage's departing back through gritted teeth.

"Step-" The moment she slowly stepped down from the trestle and re-stepped onto the solid ground, Mira turned her suspicious gaze to her teacher.

"Why do you lie like that?" she said in Avenella.

"Less hassle. Henry shrugged: "You don't understand, but you should see it in your eyes, they are quite sensitive to Kramer's weapon." ”

"Hmm. Mira nodded, she was already very good at it, so even if she didn't understand Suomir's language, she could still notice the fact that the other party stopped when he saw the big sword.

"But when I heard what Margaret was talking about, and what other people were talking about, I always felt that your sword should be some kind of ...... How should I describe it. She pondered for a moment, "Something like the longbow of the Avenella, or the battle axe of Dan Lasso?"

"Do you mean to say that it is the representative weapon of the nation? ”

"Hmm. She nodded.

Henry looked at the white Luoan girl, was silent for a moment, and then looked at the harbor in front of him. Busy crowds came and went, and tall northerners could be seen everywhere, many of whom looked at them, taking advantage of the noble coat of arms on the little unicorn to attract their attention, and Heng used a piece of cloth to cover the large sword hanging horizontally.

"Perhaps, little girl. The sage spoke, it was the height of summer, but the tone in which he said this made Mira feel as if autumn had arrived, and when the leaves fell, she looked at all that was in the distant sky—

Nothing goes back to the feeling of not going back.

"In the past, perhaps. Henry said it again, and the two of them walked together with their horses towards the exit of the port.

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