There are many kingdoms on the west coast of Mobigas, and if you make your way south from the Strait of Ancicipi in the far north, you will find similar but not identical customs along the way.

The protrusion of the Tambur Mountains in the country of Avenella is often considered the north-south boundary of the west coast, from where the climate gradually shifts from subtropical to tropical, with more abundant vegetation as temperatures rise.

The West Valyers refer to this side south of the Gorge as "Ri Shomo Delatier" - often referred to simply as "Rideira", meaning hot, humid hell - and the climate here is obviously unbearable for the West Valiers who live in the dry and cold plains of Inznir-Prospel -

And this is also the deepest initial impression of our Luoan girl who has just come here.

For Mira, who had lived in the Plains of Acasta for more than a decade, she was accustomed to things like the continuous rain in spring and the wetness everywhere, and the girl had never even thought that there would be a more humid place than she had ever seen.

Travel is one such thing that always breaks down your stereotypes, opens your mind – and sharpens your mind and body in every sense of the word – in our case, it's about food and gear.

In addition to fresh water from the Garlil, the largest river on the west coast, the Marshy Wetlands in the Ridaila region, a large part of the water vapour comes from the Moeby Gas Inland Sea.

As if for the sake of positive and negative balance, the altitude on this side of the West Coast is the lowest on the entire West Coast, as if to balance the positive and negative balance, and in addition to some saltwater lagoons, there are also large areas of saltwater wetlands in the coastal area.

The highly salinity saltwater and freshwater wetlands are closely linked, providing valuable commodities such as salt in abundance and easily accessible to the kingdoms of the Rideira region, while also creating unique ecosystems.

The giant amphibian crocodiles, and some of the water dragons, are the biological specialties of the Rideira region, and another feature that has been criticized by all adventurers and even the kingdom's armies is the damage caused to metal and leather objects by the extremely salty humid moisture.

Our Milla knows this very well.

Because of the peculiarity of Henry's greatsword, the sage almost never needed to take care of his weapons, so he never taught Mira how to do so. And when it came to the humid and hot south, this led directly to unfortunate consequences.

Two days.

After only two days of not going to inspect it, the one-handed sword made of steel that the girl was carrying had become rusty - but that was not the end, the hot and humid climate had done the same thing to her chain mail, which had been soaked in sweat and oil from her body, and she had not paid attention to it in the months since she had purchased it, because of the cold weather.

The same was true of the metal, nor was the leather much better, nor was the hard-leather scabbard used to carry the one-handed sword, nor the leather armor which was used with the chain mail, all of which smelled strangely from the scorching sun and the salty air—and the girl even found a small patch of white salt flower on her saddle one morning during her journey.

-- It's just early spring, and how unbearable it will be to get to the heat of summer.

The salty air gave everything in her mouth a salty taste, even the taste of bread with nothing added, and the humidity and heat made it inevitable that the girl, who had not felt much affected by her leather armor and long-sleeved clothes every day, had become irritable after a week and a half of coming to Rideira.

The large inhabitable hard land here is relatively scarce, so the number and distribution of villages are much smaller than those of Avenella behind them, and they have only encountered locals and traveling mercenaries for a long time, and even if they occasionally see the smoke of a campfire, it is only a makeshift camp built by adventurers.

There is no village in front of you, no shop in the back, and you can't even find a place to take a bath, which makes the little face of the girl who loves cleanliness wrinkled.

Her always clean white found that it inevitably became a mess, and the smell of her body made her want to take off her leather armor and long-sleeved coat because of the hot and humid heat, but the dense leeches that had attracted to the horses during her experience in a swamp of fresh water quickly made her dismiss this idea.

Fatigue, upset.

In just a week and a half of being here, Mira felt more difficult than the previous two or three months - and with the several dangers she had experienced along the way, she now only felt that she might not be suitable for the profession of mercenary - but the idea was then banished from the girl's mind with great perseverance.

This is true of many things, and it is not a one-time setback that makes people want to give up, but the small things that go day in and day out.

- The white-haired girl's performance The sage was in the eye all the way, her irritability and restlessness, fatigue and nervousness, which began to show intermittently as the journey continued, but Henry did not intend to do anything about it.

One of the reasons is that this path was chosen by Mira herself, and although there were some problems some time ago, it was still a smooth beginning, which may have made her feel a little fluttery, and this is harmful to anyone.

Most of our lives will be in the midst of irritable and boring daily chores, and nine times out of ten things that do not go well and unsatisfactory, the path of mercenaries is naturally the same, the climate, food, water, fatigue, weapon maintenance, and body cleanliness. Compared to combat, these small details that many people are accustomed to are the first thing to overcome.

She had chosen this path herself, and she had to work to overcome it—and that led to another reason for Henry's inaction.

The twelve-year-old girl, even though she seemed irritable and frustrated for a few days during the week and a half, was always able to regain her energy.

This was very gratifying to the sage.

There is no such thing as an undefeated person, and no matter who is in this world, they will have experienced failure in some way.

So the kind of pride that prefers to bend is not, to be honest, a quality worth promoting—at least compared to the perseverance to persevere after being frustrated many times and getting back up, this kind of stubbornness that simply stands still and rejects any change.

Yes, much worse.

Time passed slowly, and after many trivialities in the afternoon, with rusty chain mail and itchy discomfort, the two finally arrived at the northernmost town of the kingdom of Crane, which was named after the fief of Prince Edward of Avenella, called Chester. This is no coincidence, in fact there are many city-states on the West Coast that bear this name.

The reason naturally starts from the mighty branches of the Lamanid Empire that were defeated and migrated here. Although the greatest part of the legacy of the Lamanites was left to Sivalier, the details scattered in other directions also blossomed everywhere - the most typical of which was language.

Lamani is the oldest systematic language in the world of Rigal, and although this statement is somewhat controversial, it is indeed beyond reproach if the definition of language is strictly followed by the academic associations.

The vast majority of the modern Rigali world, with the exception of Ottolo, including the lingua franca of the West Coast and many other popular languages, are based on Lamanite, and many of the classic words that have been derived from this have the same original meaning - for example, the word "Chester" we have mentioned has the meaning of "town" in Lamanite.

I come, I see, I conquer.

Even a thousand years after the fall of the Empire, the culture that remains behind still fulfills in a sense the long-cherished wishes of the great emperors of the past.

There are two flowers, one on each branch. Let's turn our attention back to the two protagonists.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed in the dirt roads, and mercenaries with horses and horses were rare in such places, so the two of them attracted a lot of attention.

The buildings here are mostly made of wood, and in order to avoid dampness, the floor is separated from the ground by pillars at the bottom.

The wisdom of mankind is evident in such details. Mira and Henry continued on their way, and after a short walk they found the inn.

Hotels are always easily recognizable landmarks in any era, and the average resident's house is rarely such a large size, and with the neat design of the compartments, even if there is no tag, ordinary people who have traveled a few times can easily recognize it.

"A room. Henry rolled over and dismounted, and said as he looked down at the balding shopkeeper because of his height. The dusty sage was naturally not able to wash during this time, and the messy stubble and dirty face, combined with the height and the deterrent power of the big sword behind him, were not high, and the store manager was stunned for a while, and then he reacted and began to ask how long he would stay in the lingua franca.

"Let's pay for two days first, Ella silver coins will be used. The sage nodded, and Mira behind her yawned heavily.

Finally arrived at a populated place, and the relaxed Luo'an girl suddenly felt a little sleepy.

"Yes, your Excellency the mercenary. The mercenary of the blue card is a small character, the store manager said in a polite tone, and Henry asked again.

"Do you have anything to eat?"

......

Time passed, and the first thing the two did when they finally came to a populated place was to take a good shower.

In early spring, the temperature in the Ridaira area had reached 20s to 30 degrees, and the water in the several wooden barrels prepared in advance for the guests was slightly warm—the bathroom was a small wooden cubicle, with a wooden board nailed to the head in a slightly higher corner, and the candles on it glowed dimly.

This kind of separate compartment is unique to the marshy area, and the people of Avenella are accustomed to bathing in the rivers and lakes in the north, while those who go further south prefer to bathe in the large Lamanite baths.

The reason for not bathing outdoors is very simple, there are many crocodiles and leeches in swampy areas, and if you are not careful to bathe in the wild, your life will be gone. The reason why no large baths were built was because the population of the villages and other settlements was not so large.

Refreshed.

Taking off their armor and changing into relatively clean clothes, Mira and Henry, with their long hair wet and wet, walked down from the second floor of their residence with only a small sword.

The first floor is a restaurant and a tavern, which seems to be the standard model of all inns, and the money has already been paid before, so the two of them found a random table and sat down, waiting for their dinner.

The smell was so thick that the mere smell of them whetted Mira's appetite, but when the food was actually served, she sat down in her chair.

"Uh...... Teacher, what is this?" Henry's sparkling expression made Henry smile as her wet hair pressed against the girl's blushing little face.

The innkeeper of Rideira served the main meal neither bread nor bread, but a plate of white, crystal-clear grains of grain—something Mira had never seen before.

"It's rice, what is grown in the paddy fields, and the Lamanites taught them how to grow it, because the environment here is not suitable for wheat growth. The sage said this, and the maid in the inn began to bring more food.

Fish stewed with spices, small shrimp and crabs everywhere on the swamp floor, vegetables that look like aquatic greens instead of potatoes and carrots that are common in Avenella.

......Mira didn't know what to do with the staple food that she hadn't eaten before, and Henry, who was on the side, picked up a wooden fork and put the fish and vegetables on the plate, and then put them in her mouth with a wooden spoon.

"......" Mira watched him do that, and began to do the same.

The last rays of the sun vanished beneath the rolling peaks of the Tambur Mountains, the moon began to rise, and night fell.

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