As the temperature rises in the Soradin region in July, it is easy to get heat stroke from the sun if you walk directly along the middle of the unobstructed path without walking along the shaded paths or sides of the avenues.

Considering the difficulty of supplying water, Henry and Mira decided to remove the armor, wrap it and put it on horseback.

The reason why anachronistic armor such as chain mail and lighter leather armor are still popular among mercenaries and adventurers today is evident, although plate armor and piercing armor, which use more metal, are more expensive, but that is in full configuration. If you are like an ordinary mercenary who only wears cuirass and a few bracer and leg guards, in fact, the price distinction between chain mail, piercing armor and plate armor is not as outrageous as most people think.

In the process of forging ordinary chain mail, not to mention iron smelting, the blacksmiths first put the whole piece of metal into the stove, soften the metal at high temperatures like any other forging, and then use hammers, tongs, and felt to start beating and pushing the shape.

But this alone cannot make chain mail, and no matter how skilled it is, few people can make wire of uniform diameter with hammers and tongs and felt alone - or, in other words, it would be too costly.

After striking and stretching the rough shape, the blacksmiths will take out a special tool made of iron plates several millimeters thick, called a wire puller.

There are several holes of different sizes in the sturdy iron plate, and the soft wrought iron ends are placed in it and pulled out forcefully to force them into wire of the same diameter. After that, several sections of the same length are cut off, made into circles on iron felt, and then tied together with rivets.

Chainmail invented centuries ago is now a relatively outdated piece of armor, made of wrought iron, which can only protect the blade of a sword, and has poor defense against piercing attacks, even with rivet links.

Combined with the amount of man-hours, the fact is that blacksmiths with a little more ability are more likely to create a pair of piercing or plate armor than chain mail - and even the mercenaries and adventurers who still use them today mostly use a whole piece of cowhide as a lining, with a small piece of chain mail added to the key parts as a reinforced composite light armor, rather than a complete set of chain mail.

The price is high, and it is outdated, and in fact, many of the people who wear full-body chain mail that are still seen on the battlefield today can be traced back to find that their ancestors were nobles or warriors in a certain place.

In other words, the chain mail on their bodies has been passed down for generations, or they may have been picked up from a thrift dealer somewhere.

Returning to the original point, in short, Mira, who was a little nostalgic for the light armor she had with the leather lock and the light armor, felt the heat of the weather, but the group kept moving forward.

After becoming a blue-card mercenary, as long as there is a task to take, there is basically no such situation as making ends meet. The money earned at the previous inn has not consumed much in the past few days, but money is never too much, and where there are people, there will naturally be commissions.

Yesterday evening, there was a light rain in the sky, which was a bit unusual in the middle of summer in the Soradin, after all, it was usually either hot or heavy rain.

Rain, something that would make everything damp and annoying to Mila a while ago, seemed like a precious savior to her now, the Luoan people were a relatively northerly people, and the Acasta Plains where she lived before were not as hot and dry as here, and Mira, who was not very accustomed to the local climate, did not get a good night's sleep for several days. But running around is like this, the girl's mental state is not the best, but she gradually adapts to it.

After a night of light rain, the temperature dropped more or less, and Mira slept peacefully that day. However, the rainy days were mixed, and although the temperature dropped a lot, it became more difficult to take care of the campfire.

In the middle of summer in the tropics, bonfires do more than just disperse wild animals. At the edge of the pond and the puddle, in the evening, swarms of mosquitoes flew in the air and sucked blood, which was more terrible than leeches. It's okay when you take action, but if you don't have a bonfire to drive it away when you stop and rest at night, you'll wake up with a small red bag covered with itching and unbearable itching, which is a blessing.

The same is true on rainy days, and although the mosquito population is greatly reduced, the absence of a campfire can still cause a lot of trouble.

The tarlap pulled between the trunks of the trees covered the sky high above the campfire, preventing rain from falling and wetting the firewood, while limiting its size. In order to avoid fires, campfires must be confined to a range and not add too much firewood at a time, and the direct result is that every two or three hours someone has to wake up and add firewood to keep it burning.

The common practice of working in groups of people outside actually originally created to guard campfires, and even though people nowadays can easily light fires without having to drill wood for fires and use flint and steel that they carry with them, there are many factors that make it better to have someone to guard the campfire.

These details of knowledge are now known to Mira, but when she and Henry act together, the sage rarely worries her.

Wordless care, Henry never deliberately mentions these things in anticipation of Mira's gratitude, and for him, it may just be taken for granted.

......

Time passed slowly, and as it approached noon, hunger began to run in the air. In the morning, because the weather was too hot and dry, the four of them didn't even want to make a fire to cook, and just ate the bread with water and continued to move forward, and the physical exertion of a morning, even if it was just advancing, was quite tiring in the temperature above 40 degrees.

There were no human settlements for a long distance beyond the middle section, but as if to balance it all out, when Henry and the four of them slowly walked through this section of the road to a place where the sound of the flowing stream could be heard, a multi-person settlement more or less a village appeared in front of them.

The reason why it is noticed is because the trees and bamboo on this side have been cut down quite a bit.

The most common tree species in tropical rainforest areas are balsa and palm, the latter of which is mainly related to human activities.

Balsa wood, which grows very fast, is a dominant species that emerges in the rainforest after a storm. When the trees that take tens or hundreds of years to grow fall down, the faster they grow will have an advantage in order to compete for their free space with sunlight.

In the same way that human felling is the same as the devastation of storms, the light and soft balsa wood is not suitable for the load-bearing material of houses, so more and more of them are left behind.

The impact of human activities on the natural environment is obvious, and the narrow dirt road is even more conspicuous, and when you walk near the intersection, you can easily follow it and see the village with smoke inside.

As we said before, there are only small settlements of idle families in twos and threes, but even so, the houses next to the creek seem to be a pretty good supply point.

"Let's go. Henry took the reins and walked forward. Because they were not in a hurry to travel, and because it would be too expensive for the horses to carry the supplies and sit on two people, the group had always carried only the horses as equipment and then walked on foot.

The dirt under your feet is dry on the surface but still wet on the inside, and you can feel that it is not completely dry when you step on it, apparently because the nearby vegetation retains moisture and blocks out the sun.

But after walking out of the trail, the settlement was sunny again, and the trees had been cut down to reclaim a large area, and there were about seven or eight houses scattered around, and it was difficult to determine the specific reason because some of the houses were next to each other, making it impossible to tell whether it was two families or just a firewood house.

The stream that meandered down from Lake Leeka in the rear reflected the sunlight and showed a little silver, and two civilians wearing sunshade hats made of vines sat on the rocks by the stream as if they were fishing, and Henry and his party were obviously not the only ones who chose to come here to resupply, because they had just entered and were noticed by the residents next to them, but the other party did not react much to this.

Every move of human beings can always reveal details about what kind of life they live, and the hairy guy who is not deeply involved in the world may be excited to see a noble and beautiful daughter, and the aristocratic heir who has lived such a life since childhood will be more indifferent to it.

Excitement and surprise will wear out with more contacts, and eventually be replaced by habit. Focusing on the current situation, there was no panic or staggering at the arrival of the heavily armed group with mercenary signs, which is proof that these villagers are accustomed to mercenaries.

"Supplies?" said the resident, who also wore a hat, in the half-baked West Coast lingua franca, where he stood in the middle of a small field covered with a bamboo fence, and his sleeves rolled up, his bare skin covered in dirt.

"Yes, what?" said Henry, and Mira behind him looked around curiously, while the civilian from Corey Conrad pulled out several large dirty tubers from the pile of vine leaves on the ground.

"Potato?" looked quite similar, and Mira, who had never seen them, couldn't help but admit her mistake, the white-haired Loan girl frowned, and Amonica behind her let out a "poof" laugh.

"That's a sweet potato...... "The blonde girl, who seems to have returned to normal," explained her, "It's too hot here to grow that, and it's delicious, sweet potato." ”

Born in Soladin, she clearly knew more about these things, and Mira took a closer look to see that a large area of the neighborhood had been cut down with trees, apparently to make room for sunlight in the sweet potato fields.

According to Emonica, this crop can grow very vigorously when it is well lit and does not require much fertilizer, and unlike the poisonous cassava, most sweet potatoes can be eaten as long as they are roasted over fire.

In addition to the tuber, its leaves are also a food, which is obviously unmatched by other potatoes.

People in small settlements can be self-sufficient or even have some surplus as long as they carve out a small area behind their houses in a well-lit area and fence them to prevent wild deer from coming and eating their leaves.

"The big one, three deninos, the small ones, one danno two. Only the local, who had a very clear pronunciation of "Danno", gestured, and Henry nodded, then pulled out some coins and began to buy.

"Let's hydrate and see what else. Amonica smiled at Mira and said this, and the two girls untied the kettle from their horses and ran forward with some coins.

"Whew-" Joshua behind him stretched his waist, and the long sword at his waist swayed gently because of the movement, and the red-haired swordsman sighed, and then sighed.

"It's so laid-back—"

......

It only cost one silver coin for the group to be fully replenished again. It was still early in the morning, and since there were no spare rooms in the village, they decided to move forward again.

The inns in the Cori Conrad area are usually connected to the Mercenary Guild, or in other words, you can't even open an inn if you don't have a connection to the Guild in this mercenary country. Therefore, when going to the hotel in front of you to rest, inquiring or taking on quests is something that most idle mercenaries who have not received escort tasks will do.

But before moving forward, he needed to fill his stomach, and considering the storage time and the ease of carrying the horses, Henry didn't buy too many sweet potatoes. When Mira and Amonica went to fill the water, they bought a lot of dried fish from small fish at the homes of the residents over there, after all, fresh fish is difficult to preserve in this weather, and as a road to the dock, there is no shortage of sea salt for pickling.

The firewood made a "crackling" sound, and the pot was not set on top, and when they were burned to charcoal, several sweet potatoes were put in, and then covered with new firewood again, and then the small twigs were used to wear the dried fish rack and grilled beside it.

The baked sweet potatoes that took a lot of time to bake were a little hot, and eating hot food in the already hot weather made Mila sweat profusely, but the combination of two and two, sweet potatoes with a sweeter taste than potatoes and salty fish, she was very satisfied.

Time passes, and traveling with someone is always so happy. (To be continued.) )