In the middle of August, in the central region of Aurora, unlike Parnilla in the far south, the sun is still shining at this time, and the slightest carelessness at night and early in the morning can already make people catch a cold.

Even if you sleep around a campfire in your tent, it's best to put your wool cloak over your body at night to avoid accidents.

A small cold is also extremely terrible for the people at the bottom. Lack of medication and untreatable can be fatal. Even in the best of circumstances, if a family is already stretched to make ends meet, if there is a lack of labor force due to illness, or even just a reduction in labor efficiency, it is likely to lead to the destruction of the family.

The hardships of such a life come to a large extent from the oppression of other classes. Empirical herbalism has a long history in all parts of the world, but in the region of Aurora, where the Jetina faith was most severe, the use of herbs to cure diseases was a pagan act of rebellion.

The Suomir people's confession of death was applied to religion, making them the best zealots of all. In fundamentalist norms, illness is not the result of external factors, but the punishment of the gods for your demonic deeds. And to be cured, what you should do is the only thing you are allowed to do.

It is to kneel down and pray sincerely.

If you are a person of pure heart, but you have been seduced astray by demons. Then after your sincere prayer, the gods will unravel the punishment and make it easy for you.

And when you are sick and don't pray well, you have to find "things outside the body" such as herbs to treat them, which is obviously the "laziness" and "cunning" that only demons have. It is extremely perverse to not face difficulties well and rely on one's own soul to clean up and get through them, and to rely on external things for help.

Historically, the profession of herbalist has been extinct in Suomir, and the average life expectancy of those at the bottom has fallen to around 40 years because of the lack of access to cheap and efficient medicine.

Nowadays, with the reform of the religious system, the interference of theocracy in the human world has become less severe, and similar things have become much rarer.

But the deep-rooted traditions of this country and the tendon of the people's general admitting to death still make people feel speechless in all aspects.

- Kaleva, the eldest son of the innkeeper who acted with the Roan Maiden and the Sage, is such a typical example.

The sound of "bang-" sounded outside the tent, and Mira, who was about to wake up, sat up and lifted the tent and grabbed her sword. Then he glanced over at his teacher, who was still lying on the floor, but had opened his eyes.

"It's Kalewa. The sage's expression also looked a little helpless, and the two looked into the inside of the tent, and sure enough, there was no one in the place where the young porter was lying.

He thought that it was just dawn and he had already touched it lightly. Mira and Henry sighed at each other, then stepped out of the tent.

"I-" Kaleva, who was covering the wound on his right arm, saw the two of them, and the appearance of trying to find something to explain while enduring the pain made people feel even more helpless. A wood-framed leather bucket that had fallen to the ground was obviously the culprit who had just made the noise, and it was still oozing water while lying on its stomach on the ground.

"Ahh

"I am—" The young man still tried to argue. Mira walked over and picked up a barely quarter-bucket of water, then walked over to the iron pot that was placed outside the tent.

With a "whoa," she poured the water into it, and then turned to look at Kaleva.

"......" The young porter hung his head, like a puppy who had only been reprimanded for doing bad things.

"Shall I see the wound?" said Henry, pulling the nail out and quickly putting the tent away, while Mira walked over. Galeva hesitated and let go of the hand covering his right arm, and sure enough, the wound was oozing blood again.

"Can't you just sit on the side?" said the girl with a fierce expression.

"I ......," Caleva could finally say in his entirety this time: "I am the one who has caused you so much trouble." In the end, the money was not returned, and it became a drag. I guess the least I can do about it—"

He had been like this for the past two days, for reasons that were not very unexpected, and he was obviously still concerned about the trouble he had made when he crossed the bridge.

At that time, the breakthrough was considered timely, and if it was delayed a little longer, all the nearby garrisons would have come, and even our Sage would not have much to do under the siege of a few hundred people.

Mira and Henry both endured and paid for the past, but because of Kaleva's impulsiveness, they now had to take the trail to avoid further trouble.

The avenue can be passed in two and a half days, and the trail takes three more days to pass. In addition, there are all kinds of beasts and monsters in many places, and the difficulty and danger of walking have greatly increased.

"It's not your fault, we can't afford to be knocked out for so much money every time. Henry, who had packed up the tent at the back, put the pot on the fire and said without looking back. But his comforting words obviously didn't do much for the tendon of Galeva, and the young man was still depressed, and he saw that Mira was angry for no reason.

"It's not your fault, what are you still frustrating, man. The girl was furious.

"I'm just trying to do something—" Caleva muttered quietly.

"Aren't you giving me trouble, sitting down before the wound is healed, and it takes a little effort to crack open again. If you really want to help me, just go and sit next to me, you broke your wound and wanted to bandage you is not me. "Poof-" "Huh?!" Henry laughed behind him, and Mira glared at him angrily.

"You Suomirs who admit their reason to death are really—ahhhh Henry spoke at the right time. "I want to eat!" Mira tossed and snatched it away.

"I'm ......" Seeing that the work had been taken over by the two of them, Kaleva had no choice but to go to the side and sit down. The Sage began to cook breakfast, and the Lady Loanne bit the pancakes and ran to take care of the horses, and he sat on a stone beside the path, a little helpless because he had nothing to do.

"Travelers like that. Henry didn't look this way, but stirred the noodle soup made from the broken biscuits with a spoon and spoke in a steady voice.

Galeva looked at him, and the sage continued, "There is no such thing as who owes anyone, but it is a kind of fate to meet together and travel together. ”

"When you're traveling, it's your duty to take care of each other. That's how people can move forward by supporting each other. Little bubbles began to rise at the bottom of the pot, and Henry pulled out the cork and patted the small clay pot and put a few grains of salt in it: "If everyone expects the other to help in return, people will feel that they will not be rewarded for their efforts, and their hearts will begin to be unbalanced." ”

This led to mutual suspicion, which eventually led to division and strife. The aroma of the grain began to permeate as the temperature rose, and Caleva listened to Henry's words thoughtfully.

Even if the firewood is at a good temperature in the morning when the weather is a little colder, it will take some time to fully cook it.

Noodle soups that need to be simmered for a while are put on the fire earlier. When it was almost cooked, Henry turned around and took the bacon from Caleva's rucksack, sliced it and laid it on a flat stone washed by the fire, just slightly hot.

Marinated bacon can be eaten cold, and the parts that are marinated in the northern region of Suomir are usually fat. The fat part of the cow or pig is salted and eaten in the cold food during the festival or occasionally for breakfast and lunch.

People in this snowy country usually eat a hot meal for dinner. Gathered around the fireplace, the family uses an iron pot to add vegetables and a small amount of pickled salted fatty meat, let the fat evaporate in it, and cook it into a thick soup that warms the body and mind on a cold night.

The life of eating meat and drinking alcohol was limited to the lord aristocratic class. Including mercenaries, most of the lower-class people still eat a lot of miscellaneous grains and vegetables on weekdays.

A large part of protein intake depends on a variety of legumes, especially soybeans, which play an important role in the diet of the lower class of the East Coast folk. The rest of the replenishment comes from fish, but this is very limited by the terrain and is difficult to obtain in inland alpine areas where there are no rivers and lakes or oceans.

Before the pot was cooked, the sage poured a little liquor into the cereal soup to further flavor it. They carried several skin water bladders, some of which were filled with water, while others were filled with spirits.

It is common for cold Suomir to bring some wine to warm up when traveling, and it can also be used for disinfection and seasoning when cooking, which can be regarded as a typical example of multi-purpose.

Adventurers and traveling traders are always experts in weight and volume calculations. Even if you have a horse as a car, you are limited in what you can carry. It is true that having everything in place can make many things much easier. For example, an iron tripod eliminates the need to find wood to make a rack every time, and the built-in tent poles do the same. But if you have to bring it all, it will be too large and heavy, and you will spend too much money on equipment.

Therefore, some of the accessories that can be solved with a little labor are discarded, and those that can be used for multiple purposes and have many benefits will definitely be brought in, which is essential.

Lifestyle will always force you to find a way to adapt, no matter what industry you are in, over time, there will always be a set of solutions that should be summarized.

This is not an absolute solution, and even the so-called tradition should be changed over time to adapt to the current society.

Even so, a veto is not correct, and many young and frivolous people tend to see the wholesale rejection of tradition as innovation. But this kind of practice of setting up an opposition and then denying it all is very lazy, and no matter what industry you are in, this kind of person often does not end well.

Even in a peaceful town, people who are different from the crowd are rarely welcomed. And in the traveler and adventurer trade, people who are arrogant and don't learn the relevant knowledge often never return from the wilderness.

Innovation needs to start with a thorough understanding of tradition, whether it's the rules of the mercenary industry or the situation of the whole country, everything that can be truly stable needs time to evolve slowly, not in one step.

After reading through 10,000 books, for all those who know the roots, they can combine their own experience and give advice on further development.

"Click—" Henry lifted the pot, and steam began to rise through the camp. He then picked up a piece of wood and pulled the extra firewood aside, reducing the heat so that the charcoal fire continued to maintain the temperature of the cereal.

It's already this season in Talva-Suta, and if you're not careful, the whole pot of soup will already be cold.

After taking care of the horses, the Luoan girl came from the other side with a leather bucket, she only loaded eighty percent, but she still looked a little struggling.

The water source on this side of the path is not very convenient, but there has been a conflict with the defenders, and the behavior of these ruffians is obviously not an exception, so it is better to avoid it.

"Hah-" Mira, who had put down the bucket, wiped the sweat from her forehead and exhaled a large white breath.

The framed leather bucket was filled with water and then stood on its own, but Caleva had just fallen from a crack in the wound and was in pain.

The sluggish sunlight is finally starting to shine, and the temperature is gradually rising. Mira and Henry finished their morning work before they looked back at Caleva, and noticed that the young porter, who had been silent for a long time, was sitting intently on the stone with his head bowed.

"Hey, you know how to write?" was so attentive that he didn't notice when the Sage and the Lady Loan approached. Mira startled him with a loud voice, and he almost didn't drop the notebook on the ground, but Henry reached out to catch it.

"It's been some years. The sage looked at the cowhide cover book in his hand, looked at it, and then gave it back to Kaleva.

"It's my father's. The young man took it, and then said, "He used to be a scribe, and so did my grandfather." Later, when the printing workshop opened, it was converted into a hotel. ”

"Really well written. No, can't you make more money by being literate, why do you still work as a porter. Mira looked at the upright Lamani language on the Kaleva notepad, and what he wrote was not too strange, just an ordinary diary of some things that happened with the three of them.

"I'm ......" Caleva stammered again, and Mira looked at the writing in his diary, and suddenly frowned: "It's strange, how can you write so smoothly." She said, and the sage glanced over.

Indeed, the handwriting is neat and the sentences are quite smooth. Henry touched his chin and nodded: "I can't think of a sentence that you wrote at all." ”

“...... Here's why. Kaleva lowered her head and sighed, "I can only be calm and attentive when I write. When I communicate with people, I ......"

"So I can only do the stuffy work of a porter. He sighed again, and Mira glanced at Henry, and the sage shrugged.

"Then you just use pen and paper to communicate with people. ”

"Write it down, what you see and hear in the future!"

"But more important than that—"

"Let's go have breakfast first!"