Riding on horseback, he was handsome and dashing, about 30, but the young knight was not a man of great force or intelligence, his name was Flender. Kazdale.

Although the aristocratic Cazdale family was not very wealthy, their main source of income was handicrafts, and the Flanders family was the source of some of the best blacksmiths in Bretonnia.

But even so, a good craftsman is nowhere near the name of a knight, but after the defeat of the Chivalrous Brotherhood, Flender is completely disheartened.

At this moment, he didn't have that set of bright plate armor on his body, just armor sewn from the leather cloth, and at most he could take some of the chain mail in the family.

And he doesn't have such good swordsmanship, he has always practiced brute force combat by striking iron.

However, 5 points, 3 points and 2 points, he may not get a perfect score, but he has always been qualified, luck and courage make Flender not weak, but it is also far from being strong.

He rode a pack horse, which was mostly short-legged for the common people, and was not suitable for combat except for endurance, after all, Flender could not afford to hire a groom, but compared to some chivalrous knights who did not have horses, Flender was not bad.

Flender had come to Palaón, and his ancestral land was not here, but Carcassonne in the Great Plains, but the dense forests in the distance were very fond of his memories.

The sheer size of the Eltholoren Forest is still fresh in people's minds, and the presence of the immortals is a terrifying reality in Bretonnia.

In some ways, Paraon is easily reminiscent of Guisoleo.

Most of their territory is either mountains or forests, but the forests of Paraon are the northeastern part of the Eltholoren Forest, which is different from the Ardennes Forest of Gisoleo.

Most of the border between Paraon and the Elven Kingdom is separated by the Grismeri River.

However, where the river faces south, the border goes north and is connected to the mountains. On the border is a group of trees that have been guided over the centuries to form an intricate web of forests.

Even dwarves who grew up in cities can see that this is definitely not natural. The elves chose to stay away from Paraon, and they hoped that the Paraons would do the same.

Anyone who deliberately trespasses will be severely punished.

The Bretonians were reluctant to engage in large-scale logging in the Eltholoren Forest, even if it was a piece promised by the elves.

Because they feel that this whole forest is connected to the goddess of the lake, it is a sacred place. The timber from the forest was often used to build the Chapel of the Holy Grail, and even then very little was harvested.

Villages in the forest depend mainly on pig farming, collecting forest food, and small-scale agriculture. Many villages are built around trees rather than cut them down, as most trees have platforms on their branches that can be used as shelters from the Greenskins.

The Paraon valley is quite fertile, its edges are used for grazing, and the valley core is used for farming. The village here looks like a typical Bretonnian village.

The part of the Grey Mountains that passes through the Pallaon is not so sharp and jagged, which makes the population relatively large enough to settle and produce here.

The southern part of Paraon is flat and barren, so houses are built on the plains, while in the mountains no one builds on fertile soil, so houses built on steep slopes can be seen everywhere.

Paraon, on the other hand, is an impressive city because it is carved directly from a protruding part of the edge of the grey mountains.

The Grismeri River flows along its bottom. For thousands of years, the inhabitants of Palaon built their houses, shops, walls, chapels of the Holy Grail and palaces in stone.

Bretonnian law prohibits civilians from living in stone houses. But the dukes of Paraon believed that wooden houses would ruin their glorious city, so they allowed peasants to live in stone houses, though not unlike commoners living in caves.

Flender is also amazed by the vibrancy of the area, where adventurous people are calling for an experience and a name for themselves.

However, cave-like dwellings may have attracted some other races, such as dwarves.

It was the first time Flender had seen dwarves, or so many dwarves, who formed small societies and hugged each other like little moles.

Sometimes with ale, sometimes with miner, it was clear that the Pallaon was fine with them.

Flender dug into his wallet, he had exhausted his savings and had to join the group of adventurers to find a job enough to make ends meet.

But his goal is not to become an adventurer here, but to leave Bartonnia, and beyond the Axe Pass is the Grey Lady Pass, and then the Empire's Helmgat Fortress, where Flender wants to join the conscription and become a...

Soldier...

It's strange in Bretonnia, a man who gives up his nobility to become a soldier, but whether it's stupidity or courage, anyone who can make a change is worthy of respect.

Flender sat on the floor with his pack horse in tow, a rag written on a pen borrowed from a roadside shop.

[Adventurers ask for tricks, price negotiations.] 】

Then sit with other guys who are desperate or hungry for excitement.

Flender remembers talking to the people next to him. "Sir, it's time for you to take a shower..."

Sitting with a group of peasants, Flender could even see their oily hair and smell the cumin-like armpits.

The man laughed, revealing his yellow teeth. "Enough, sissy, that's what a man is called!"

Flender rolled his eyes and could only cover his nose, hoping that someone would come to work for him sooner.

Soon a man dressed as a noble servant, perhaps a butler or a messenger, walked past the adventurers like a turnip.

"Too skinny to do it."

"No weapons, no."

"Too smart to work."

Until he saw Flender, who was good-looking, with clean hair, and even had a pony, obviously a little better than the others, but only a little.

The butler pinched his throat. "Oh, adventurer, are you interested in working for the Balk family?"

Flender looked left and right, and it took a while to react.

"Oh? Calling me? ”

The butler nodded.

Flender immediately shouted. "How much am I willing?"

The housekeeper thought for a moment. "6 silver coins."

Although it was not much, but it was barely enough for him to reach the empire, Flender licked the corners of his mouth, rode his pony, and walked towards the castle in the territory with the butler under the envious eyes of the adventurer next to him.

But he didn't know that six silver coins were far from being that easy to earn.