The plains of Acasta are beautiful.

It is vast and uneventful, with only a slight undulation, and most of its area is covered with green grass. The creatures on both sides of the vibrant plain fed by the meandering Garril River need not be elaborated, but far from the centre - beyond the Protacia - which in the West Coast language means guardian, it is aptly described as this forest - to the coastline with relatively sparse vegetation and silver-sand beaches because of the bitter cold winds that blow all year round.

The feeling of endless sea and sky is more pronounced than the green behind it, and the light blue Mobigas inner sea near the beach, where the calm tide rises and retreats in a very small way. Even though it is now sparsely populated by the cold winds of autumn, in the height of summer, many West Coast countries choose to visit here in their leisure time.

On a sunny day, the entire Acasta Plain is like the best masterpiece of the gods, the bright light shines on the leaves of the trees, the grass reflects the light, and the light changes from dark blue to tender green, and everything and everything makes people feel cheerful from the bottom of their hearts.

- Perhaps that's why Henry and Mira's caravan is so lively today.

The scenery is so dazzling that you feel like even the air in your mouth is invigorating, which is probably why the scholar Alfred Bocaid, who also came from the Ecasta Plains, wrote about it in his work.

"Let's go out and see—you're worried right now."

"When you see the magnificence of the beauty of this world, and realize your own smallness, you will find that no matter what kind of difficulties lie ahead, it is not worth mentioning."

"Hoo ......"

Mira exhaled a little.

The sunny weather made the mood of the Loan girl in the past two days greatly improved-she looked to the side, and at this moment Henry was not a mercenary to escort but a carriage driver.

It all started yesterday.

Although there were such and such conflicts, it was not spread out by the wise decision of the head of the caravan guard, and Henry, who had handed over the great sword and only carried two small short knives, looked like an ordinary traveler.

So our Sage, who didn't care about all this, really wandered around like a traveler with nothing to do - to Mira, who thought she had killed Henry and had her weapons confiscated, feeling like a fool, but everything faded with time.

The south-to-north trail of Acasta is based on the forest.

It took two days to set out, taking advantage of the edge of the Protarsian Forest on the east side, turning northwest for a full day to reach Fort Ellen Sentinel, and then heading north for two days into the territory of West Valiers.

This path was used by merchants and travelers all year round, and mercenaries and adventurers would take more direct shortcuts, apparently for the sake of safety.

Traveling alone can be dangerous, so if you're traveling with someone else or in a group, having a care for you will increase your safety.

But human nature is complex, and when the number of people acting together grows to more than a thousand people, the problem doesn't just come from the wilderness environment and dangerous creatures. This is why you choose to spend as much time as possible on the road that is close to a settlement or castle, so that you can seek support from nearby if there is any conflict or trouble.

The conflict between Henry and the blonde guy Cobenny is a case in point. In the law of Avenella, the abuse of lynching without trial in non-life-threatening circumstances can be convicted of murder as long as there are more than five eyewitnesses who can corroborate this.

Although with the connections and wealth of Benny's family, he could completely ignore all this and attack directly, but the combat effectiveness shown by Henry yesterday immediately made him and Mira labeled "untouchable" in the eyes of insiders.

Even if the people of the Chamber of Commerce really want to take him down, there is still no suspense, but the matter will definitely cause a lot of trouble of one kind or another - not to mention that as a real manager, offending a mercenary who seems to be very powerful for a trivial matter that is not a big deal for an unsuccessful son.

They really have to weigh the trade-offs.

In short, the whole thing is at a stalemate. Our Loan girl didn't know about this and was still bothered, but for Henry, it wasn't a big deal.

The whole thing was under his control. Seeming to be a little lacking in interest, our Sage began to wander around.

This trade route in Ecasta is so famous, and it is not only the people of the large chambers of commerce who use it. The light carriage that had been on its way yesterday afternoon had fallen into the 'gifts' left behind by other merchants passing by.

The road has not undergone any repairs, but it is used by a large number of people, so it has become a road by convention.

As a result, the whole road is made up of dirt that has been compacted by years of walking, and there is no particularly strong surface - which makes it as troublesome to the merchants during the rainy season as any other part of the plain.

But for the time being, yesterday's fine weather left the caravan drivers on the side of another problem that often arose on this road - the human factor.

A large puddle of water, with countless hollows of various hollows that were evidently carriages passing, stopped the front of the first carriage, and Henry, who was at the forefront at the time, understood without much difficulty what was going on.

As we mentioned earlier, the city of Avenir is located in the heart of the Acasta Plain, close to the great river Garlil, which originates here – and as a result, seafood has always been a steady commodity for the merchants of Avenella.

All kinds of fish, shrimp and crabs in the process of transportation in order to keep fresh must be loaded with water barrels, and the weight of the carriage full of large and small fresh barrels is self-evident, if the quality of such a carriage is not good, it is easy to have an accident of wheel or axle damage, resulting in the barrel overturning to the ground.

The problem was judged in this way, and from the plural traces of the depth of the potholes, it can be seen that after that, before the caravan united, many carriages passed through this place with difficulty. Their choice to rush forward clearly further deepened the difficulty of their present passage - but it was not difficult for Henry, who had the name of a sage, to step forward and propose a simple and understandable plan while the coachmen were in a dilemma.

The plan was a two-step process, the first was to dig a channel to remove the stagnant water, and the second was to temporarily unload some of the cargo from the open wagon, and remove the strips of planks to pave the muddy section.

This simple and straightforward plan made the coachmen's eyes light up at once, and no one had ever thought of such a quick solution by relying on manpower and horsepower to pull the carriage through such a situation—with this in mind, the coachmen were convinced that Henry must be an experienced and veteran coachman.

So, by accident, our Sage became the coachman of the leading carriage. This made Adella, who came over to see from behind, cry and laugh, but seeing that the two didn't cause more trouble, the red-haired mercenary deputy head was also relieved.

The days passed leisurely and fulfillingly, the sun rose and sunset, and today was another sunny and good day.

The coachmen sang in unison the same songs that the Asenirs had settled here more than a hundred years ago, and the songs sung in the Yavenela folk dialect were full of life and joy, and the words and melodies were full of energy and longing for the future, so that the listener could not help but nod their heads slightly to the rhythm of the lyrics and melodies.

There were also many people among the free mercenaries who knew this song, and the scene of hundreds of people singing the same song in a long convoy made the passengers behind poke their heads out of the carriage and watch this scene curiously.

The sun was shining, and after climbing the gentle uphill, Henry and Mira were the first to see a small fortress that reflected golden light in the sunlight on the distant horizon.

Fort Ellen could already be seen by the eye, but Henry, who had his hand over his eyes and was half-squinting because of the sun, looked gloomy the next second.

"Stop!" he called out to the carriage behind him, the driver of which was a white-bearded old man with a horn—he wondered why the tall veteran driver was calling to stop, and the next second his brown pupils widened, still bright.

"Oh my God!" dozens of small shadows on the horizon on that side approached quickly and quietly to this side, and the old man with the white beard took out his horn, and blew it with all his breath - the loud sound of the horn drowned out Henry's next words, and it sounded a long one, followed by three short sounds, and then so on, that all those in the caravan who recognized the signal turned their heads, their eyes full of nervousness.

"Thieves are coming!" roared Armstrong's chief guard, and the caravan, which had just been in the midst of laughter and singing, fell silent in an instant. Some began to look around nervously, while many more quickly drew their weapons.

"Protect important assets, escort the first team, the second team, and the free mercenaries to follow me!" shouted the Steward, turning his head to catch a glimmer of metallic reflection, he glanced at Henry's broadsword, and then frowned and ordered one of his men to bring him to the Sage.

- The camera pans back to the front of the convoy, and at last he hears Henry's words as the white-bearded old man's horn stops.

"Don't fight!" shouted our black-haired sage, the white-haired Loan girl beside him had never seen Henry so anxious. Seeing that it had attracted the attention of several coachmen in front of him, the sage shouted.

"If you want to survive, drop those goods and run into the forest!

"Hurry up and run! Don't fight! Don't resist!"

He shouted, and then, rather unmanly, picked up Mira and ran behind him.

“...... What, what is he talking about?" the white-bearded old man, who was in charge of blowing the horn, looked back at Henry, who was running behind, and then turned his head to look ahead—and then he noticed something glittering in the air.

The sun's reflection made him not see very clearly, and the white-bearded old man raised his hand to cover his eyes and watched carefully-

"Oh my God—"

"Whoa-whoa-he

The white and gray tail feathers made a crackling sound in the air, and when they reached the highest point of the projectile, a dense rain of arrows fell towards the front of the convoy.

"Woo--woo-Grab and snatch!" Arrow after arrow enveloped the entire convoy in front of it in a fierce manner, and both men and horses and goods were pierced into hedgehogs, and just then the escort and mercenaries led by Chief Armstrong arrived just in time.

"What the hell is ......," the stout head of the guard sighed as he furrowed his thick black eyebrows, and the next moment his eyes widened at what he saw.

"Qiang Liang-" Adela, who was in the middle of the carriage and protected her important assets in the standard formation at the time of the attack, pulled out a hand and a half sword from her waist, the wooden spear she chose when she fought against Henry that day was not what she was best at, and to be honest, in the minds of the red-haired mercenary, it would be really hard to say if she and Henry had fought each other with their best weapons--she was thinking so, and the next second she saw a tall sage holding a white-haired girl running from the side.

"Why are you here—the manager must have sent someone for you if you're looking for your sword—" she said, and Henry, who was out of breath, turned his face to look at her.

"Stop fighting, drop your stuff and run!" he cried, and the words made Adella's beautiful eyebrows wrinkle immediately, and she looked quite displeased.

"What are you talking about, I thought you were a man who values honor, I didn't expect-" Adella was interrupted by Henry before she could say anything: "Stop fighting! those people are not bandits at all" "What are you talking about-" "Look for yourself at the flag hanging above Fort Ellen Sentinel" Henry put down Mira, who was still a little sluggish because of all this that happened suddenly, and the Loan girl stared at her in a daze, and the sage pinched her nose and brought her back to her senses.

"Whoa—" The girl who had come to her senses from the sour feeling of her nose let out a lovely sound, and Henry then commanded her at a very high speed.

"I'll go back and get the sword first, you run to the back, run to the forest, we just got out of the forest for half a day, so it's still too late for you to run at full speed, I'll meet you soon, understand?"

"Hmm...... I see!" Mira looked a little puzzled, but she had never seen Henry so anxious, so she quickly began to run, and the sage turned and ran forward, while at the same time Adella who had climbed up to the top of the carriage to inspect Ellen Sentinel in surprise because of Henry's words, widened her emerald green eyes in shock.

"Deputy Commander, what's wrong?" asked the Fort mercenary below, and the red-haired mercenary looked a little confused.

She looked confused, and just muttered reflexively.

"Castle of Allan Outpost...... It's the West Valier flag."

"Boom!" a earth-shattering shout of slaughter came noisily from the front.

As far as it sounds, it's one-sided.