The sunny weather, which had lasted for a week and a half, changed on Wednesday, when the distant horizon was blurred by a drizzle that began in the morning, and the air became noticeably wetter, and the temperature began to drop accordingly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But just when passers-by felt that the rain that had been held back for more than a week should have been longer and more intense, the dark clouds quickly dissipated at noon, and the sun reappeared.

"Even if it's a sunny day, it's annoying for a long time. The three of them somewhat shared the words chanted by the traveling merchant who passed by, but fortunately it was not the height of summer, and the trees in the warm south would not lose all their leaves in autumn, and if they took advantage of their shadows from time to time, they would not be so easily defeated by the heat.

After exiting Parnila, the winding road winds around the forest, first to the east and then back to the north, towards the large cities of the central region, where the road is mainly mud and paved with smooth stone slabs, which is the standard of the main road common in the territory of Padrosi. However, Henry's trip was not to the central region, and although there were some small villages on the way where mercenaries could be commissioned, none of them had grown to a particularly large scale due to the presence of professional merchant posts.

From this point of view, the gap between Avenella and Padrossi, who are just beginning to develop, is very large.

In the early days of development, self-employed people with a hundred schools of thought set up various small trading stations and inns on both sides of the prosperous trade road for merchants to trade and rest, but as the scale became larger, they had to make concessions for more professional and larger post stations. The merchants who traveled through the main roads were either in groups or small and medium-sized individual travelers, who were more likely to travel back and forth between the wholesale markets of the two major cities to specialize in large transactions than to buy and sell small quantities of goods at small margins along the routes.

Therefore, on the main roads of the Padrosi Empire, you will not see the trading posts and private hotels that are everywhere on the west coast, but the large professional post stations with three or four floors, covering a huge area and good supporting facilities.

Individual mercenaries rarely travel to this place in search of work, although robbers and beasts do exist due to the long length of the main road, but most of the tasks here are undertaken by large mercenary groups. The process is similar to the first time Henry and Mira did in Acasta, escorting missions from one point to another.

This kind of peer-to-peer monotonous and unvaried stable job is what ordinary mercenaries dream of, because it means that they don't need to run around every day to receive work and earn a while hungry. That's why most people want to join a large mercenary group if they break their heads - but Margaret wants an adventure rather than a journey, so naturally they have to avoid locations like this that lack small commissions.

Although any mercenary activity is risky, and the seemingly smooth security work of this kind may suddenly capsize in the gutter and die without a body due to a series of reasons, as mentioned earlier, although Margaret said that she came out to "take risks", something really happened, and whether she could afford it or not, the mercenary guild would inevitably face great trouble and pressure.

All in all, while the ignorant Miss Client is still looking forward to an "adventure full of excitement and unknowns", others, including the various responsible members of the Mercenary Guild and Henry Milla, try to avoid the adventures and the unknown, and keep the situation under control.

The East Coast is the birthplace of the Mercenary Guild with a long history, and Parnira is a key first-tier city-level metropolis, and the manpower and material resources of the Mercenary Guild Headquarters here are unimaginable. Their tentacles and intelligence networks penetrate deep into the surrounding area, and their power is so vast and wide-ranging that there are even rumors that the Mercenary Guild is the real administrator of Parnilla.

This is quite realistic, after all, without this, the Mercenary Guild would not be able to become a giant organization across borders. But their relationship with the local government and the aristocracy is mutually dependent, and it is precisely because they do not touch certain things, and with the acquiescence of the royal family and the great nobles, that this organization has been able to survive and develop in a low-key manner.

It is better not to find out some things, and it is best if the dark history and complex relationships in the process of organizational development and growth can be buried deep underground. All in all, thanks to the strength and network of the Mercenary Guild in Parnira, the local mercenaries can obtain detailed information about the surrounding area when they receive missions, and they can do things more effectively than their counterparts on the West Coast.

After taking on this task, Mira can be said to have realized this very well.

According to the general map and precautions of the surrounding information provided by the Mercenary Guild, they planned the route for the next trip for at least half a month.

After leaving Parniera, the immediate destination was Chester, a place called Chester, located southeast of the city, along with the other 1,800 small towns of Laman. The name is prosaic and popular, but it refers to a 600-year-old town that has been around since the beginning of Chester as a nearby transportation hub to the further south, but has since retained its appearance and not become more prosperous due to the rise of the Lamanid Empire, which built a major road on the flatter terrain on the other side.

Most of the young people in the area will go to the more prosperous city of Parniera in search of work when they reach adulthood, and the town has survived in the shadow of Parnilla, unable to grow but has retained much of its classical Lamanite architecture.

For thousands of years, wars have often affected military towns and first-tier cities, and with the expansion of city-states, old buildings have naturally been demolished. Chester, which is either of the two, has by chance preserved a large number of well-functioning ancient Raman ruins.

So in addition to the mercenaries who came to look for work, Chester also had a staggering number of artists and high-ranking visitors.

This also shows its good security environment on the side.

The town is relatively safe inside, and with many small commissions as a relatively large gathering point for residents, Chester is the perfect starting point for Margaret's adventure.

But all this had to be avoided by the interested young lady, who, though she might have understood what she said, would have most likely swept away the cheerful countenance and become dejected.

The wheels of the carriage ran over the dirt road, which was a little wet due to the rain, and even though it was only a light rain, the muddy road still made the ride painful.

Cheap flatbed carriages don't have any softly padded wooden seats, and the wheels will shake as long as they hit small rocks or something, and on a clear day, the road is relatively smooth and hard, but when it rains and becomes muddy, you can only move slowly. Once the wheels get stuck in the mud and pull with brute force, they will sink deeper and deeper and even damage the axles, even though it is still in the suburbs of a big city, which can add a lot of trouble to the journey.

The three horses that Henry and the others had purchased, except for the sage and Mira who rode on standard high-quality horses, the one that pulled the cart was a much cheaper mid-range pack horse. The latter is much more "stupid" than the former, not as intelligent and spiritual as the war horse, but because of this, it is easier to tame. If you walk in a straight line as a pack-drawn cart, even a layman like Margaret can understand how to manipulate it with a little instruction.

Henry and Mira stood at an oblique angle on either side of the sluggish carriage, and although most of Parniera was more peaceful than the West Coast, robbers and robbers were still there.

The roads that had become muddy and difficult to navigate after the rain were flanked by excellent ambush points, and speed was of the essence, and the larger bandit groups in the larger areas around the larger cities in the safer territory of Padrosi would be quickly eliminated. The thieves, who were composed of out-and-out mercenaries and thugs who were not well-known, were mostly ambushed on foot, so that when the weather was clear and the road conditions were good, the traveling merchants would be thrown far away as long as they flicked their whips to speed up the carriage.

They only have a chance of success when it's rainy, the roads are muddy, and they can't escape even if they want to speed up, which is why many solo travelers avoid traveling in the rain.

However, Henry and the three of them did look like mercenaries, and although two of the members were women, the white-haired girl who was nearly 1.8 meters tall and the sage who was 1.95 meters tall were enough to make most of the ill-intentioned people retreat with their own horses.

Outlaws are only a minority after all, and even robbers will value their lives. Padrosi's statutes and enforcement are far from comparable to those of the chaotic West Coast customary law, where petty theft can be punished with the severity of life.

Although the irony is that all this is not for any fairness, but just for profit.

Parnila is an important large port city, with a large number of tourists and merchants from the surrounding area. Human instinct is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and if the cost of travel is high, and more people will choose to nest in their hometowns like West Coasters. Labor and spending power cannot be circulated at will, and the prosperity of cities and commerce is nothing more than empty talk.

Taking people's lives will usher in bloody and cruel encirclement and suppression, and if you steal petty, mercenaries like Henry, who don't have much oil and water at first glance but are covered in thorns, are naturally the next choice.

The only ones who will choose them are the hungry reckless man who doesn't choose to eat-and the stunned green in front of him, who rolls out of his hiding place with fallen leaves all over his body.

"Stop, stop, hand over the money!" Perhaps because he was hiding in the bushes and failing to see the whole team, the young robber, who at first glance seemed to be a peasant, after stumbling and rushing in front of the sage, looked up and saw Henry, who was riding on horseback like a giant in myths and legends, his feet were weak for a moment, and the threatening words he uttered were not even fluent, and he stammered like a young man facing the beautiful girl he liked.

"......," Henry glanced back at Mira, the sage shrugged and the white-haired girl rolled her eyes. Even Margaret, who had never met a robber in the rear, was not at all frightened by him, and the noble lady grabbed the reins for a moment, then covered her mouth and snickered quietly after reacting.

"Are you, serious?" the poorly dressed robber, who was holding only a 30-centimeter dagger in his hand due to the weapons control laws of the Padrosi Empire, held it in one hand, and stood in front of the heavily armed Henry, who at first glance looked full of courage - so the sage opened his mouth and asked this sentence that struck the other man's heart.

"When, of course!" but perhaps it was the retreat in his heart that made him feel disgraced, and the robber shouted loudly with all his strength and at the same time took a step forward. Correspondingly, Henry, who was the leader of the team, grabbed the reins and stepped on the stirrup's legs and patted the horse's stomach. The horse neighed, and under the command of the sage, he straightened up and kicked out with his front feet, a powerful and intimidating gesture that caused the robber to sit directly on the ground.

"Phew—" He distanced himself hand and foot, and Henry, who had returned the horse to its original position, turned to the side, and pressed his hand on the hilt of the long sword at his waist.

"I, I'll get out. Two successive deterrent actions were enough, and the robber, who understood the difference in strength between the two sides, turned around and ran forward with a muddy head without looking back. The sage retreated into the group, and Mira in the back rolled her eyes again.

"Isn't this guy running in the same direction as we are heading. She said this, and Margaret finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

A clear and bright laugh echoed under the clear sky where there were still a few white clouds, and how could the strength of the human feet compare to that of the horses, and after the three of them were back on the road, the bandits who had run a little way ahead and walked slowly came into their eyes again.

The rookie thief who heard the voice glanced back and almost didn't pop out his eyes, he subconsciously felt that it was Henry, they didn't intend to let him go, and chased after him again, so he ran again.

The splash of dirt stained the back half of his shirt, and after running halfway through, he felt that he had thrown off Henry and them, and he was relieved to walk slowly. But after a while, the three sages who were walking slowly in front of them reappeared behind them, and the robbers had to run wildly again.

In this way, Henry and the others walked slowly forward, while the robber gentleman ran for a while, and walked slowly for a while, and ran for a while, and walked slowly for a while. It wasn't until he was so out of breath that he couldn't run anymore that he stopped and looked like he was going to kill or chop you as he pleased, panting and stumbling at Henry: "You, you, me...... I...... Nope."

"Huh?" the sage paused and looked at the other man for a moment, and the robber noticed some noise and conversation ahead, and looked down to realize that he had reached Chester Town.

He looked left and right, first at the town in the distance, and then at Henry and the other three. Finally, he was stunned for a long time before he raised his hand and slapped his forehead vigorously.

"Ahhhh

"Ding-" A silver coin fell to the ground, and the dirty young man was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Henry above.

"Stop doing such dangerous things and get a job in the circus. ”

Leaving a faint word, Henry and the three of them walked towards the gates of Chester without looking back.

And the failed robber, who was covered in dirt, just looked at their backs and froze in place for a long time.