If the plains of Acasta give the impression of a wet spring with cold winds and heavy rains, then the southern part of the Padrossi Empire, typical of Parnilla, will be remembered by both those who have lived here for several years and those who have just arrived. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Even though it's already autumn in terms of climate, the mornings on the outskirts of Parniera are only a little cooler, and you don't want to crawl out of the bed and want to snooze a little longer.

The sun had risen early on the windows of the sunny rooms on the second floor of this suburban hotel, and the uneven texture and flawed surface of the defective glass used to save money distorted and refracted the light, casting mottled and cyan shadows on the ground.

The bedding provided by the inn was placed on the floor, and Mira, who had already gotten up earlier, was sorting out her gear and bedding, which were simple small solo travel bedding that had been purchased in Parnila with supplies. In addition to the bedding, they also spread an extra layer of cloth on the linen mattresses of the hotel, after all, such a cheap country hotel would not have the manpower to wash a large number of bedding every day. How much dirt was on this seemingly clean and tidy quilt, Mira didn't even want to think about it.

However, according to Henry, the hotels in the southern part of the empire are quite good.

Due to the warm climate, most of the quilts here are made of wool lining mixed with a layer of linen, which is relatively light and light, so it is easier to clean. If you go to the colder northern regions of the empire, it is not uncommon for those heavy quilts that weigh more than 20 to 30 kilograms - which is almost the weight of a full body armor - and are used for four or five years without washing them once.

The sage then shrugged his shoulders and added, "That's why dark bearskins and moose skins are so popular in the north, just like the famous 'brown pants' joke." ”

Traveling all year round and with her acumen as a mercenary and swordsman, Mira has developed a habit of going to bed early and waking up early. Rather than being lazy and unaware of her surroundings, she prefers to prepare in advance for emergencies. While a lot of preparation often doesn't come in handy when you're really in a situation, it's better to be prepared and not be used than to be in a hurry and find nothing when you need it.

Mercenaries, adventurers are a high-risk profession.

Although Henry's personal abilities were outstanding and the two of them were quite lucky, they had been able to obtain a large amount of money to buy books for their studies in addition to equipment, food, clothing, and transportation, most of the mercenaries were poor.

If you think about it, if it weren't for poverty, who would want to make a living like this.

Even when Mira and Henry arrived in Parnilla and bought books, weapons, horses, flatbeds, and some basic supplies, they had little money left. Although horses and wagons and weapons can last for a long time, if they encounter serious problems and are forced to abandon their carriages and horses, they will inevitably suffer great losses.

And even more so with weapons.

A good longsword is definitely not cheap, the one in Mira's hand costs a gold coin and a half, and Henry's one is more expensive due to its size. Although this is inseparable from the fact that they buy on the streets of Parniera, if they go to the individual blacksmith in the suburbs, the price should be less than a gold coin, but the corresponding quality will also be much lower.

A reliable longsword that won't hit people or bend or even break it with a single block costs at least half a month's income from a blue-card mercenary to buy. This is still calculated based on a good market and stable income, and the mercenaries also need various daily expenses such as food, clothing, housing and transportation, and many people also like to pour a cup or play a game of gambling in their free time. In fact, with the general level of blue-card mercenaries, they can save enough money to customize a long sword in two or three months a quarter, and they can already be regarded as having good self-control and knowing how to manage money.

And how long can such a long sword last?

-- It depends on the situation.

If a mercenary is tasked with attacking a peasant who is powerless, lacks armor and has only rudimentary farming tools, then his weapon will at best be blunted and then re-polished.

But if he was facing heavily armed regular troops, or some other skilled mercenary, or a terrible thief. In the heat of battle, with shields, armor and opponents' weapons bumping and bumping, the sword is likely to be filled with saw-like chips that become irreparable.

Swords, armor such as shields and armor, are really just consumables. In order to survive, mercenaries need good weapons. And in order to protect their weapons without having to spend a lot of money repairing or remaking them - and, more importantly, saving their lives - they need to be careful about tasks that are more rewarding and more dangerous.

Most of the unscrupulous, those who are overconfident in their own strength, have already fallen on the ground and become flower fertilizer. And these experienced mercenaries who survived and were promoted to high-level mercenaries, not to mention technology, in fact, most of them survived because they had a certain ability to judge the situation.

But that's why they're so poor.

There is a way to seek wealth and danger, but there are very few mercenaries who can reach the top and have a certain amount of wealth. In addition to the large amount of money required to repair and produce equipment, the frighteningly high medical costs of this era are also the reason for their poverty. Injuries are common for mercenaries who lick blood from the knife edge, and open wounds on the muddy battlefield mean that mud and clothing and armor fragments full of bacteria will enter your body, and the ensuing symptoms such as inflammation, ulceration and fever cause the proportion of mercenaries and other combat professionals to die as high as 70% of the total number every year, and the other 10% die from accidents such as excessive drinking or fighting, or drowning, in fact, you really "deserve to die" on the battlefield of mercenaries and knights, only less than twenty percent.

He was struck in the face, lost an eye, had his hand cut off, and had his foot cut off. These physical wounds, which are so common on the battlefield, make mercenaries lose their value even if they survive, and they can no longer engage in the profession on which they depend.

Mira sorted out her gear, and then looked at Margaret, who was very tired from the day's running and excitement, and was still sleeping lazily until this moment, and sighed.

Mercenaries like the White-Haired Girl herself are already good mixers, but even she and Henry still can't spend them wantonly, which is why they take on this quest even though they know it's troublesome when they're assigned to it - it pays more and is less dangerous than other ones that need to be explicitly combated - or to put it bluntly: the dangers of this quest can be avoided.

The profession of mercenary and adventurer is far from being as glamorous and passionate as the book describes, in fact, many able-bodied mercenaries will save money, like the navigator they met before, and after they have enough money, they will change careers and open their own small shops and then work part-time in other industries.

"Get out of the way, while you still can. This sentence is popular in the mercenary industry, and the girl who has been a mercenary for a long time herself has a deep understanding of it. Although she is now determined to follow this path, it is still determined to persist after understanding how difficult the environment is. In contrast, Margaret, who was born in the aristocracy and pampered by Euclothes to reach out for food and open her mouth, wanted to come out and experience it because she longed for the adventure of the protagonist in the novel.

It is absolutely impossible to say that there is not a trace of imbalance in Mira's heart.

Born with a golden key, but he doesn't know the beauty he has. Just because I yearn for that kind of romantic adventure, I want to actually have one. But her mindset is still stuck in the aristocratic "anything can be bought with money and power", so the so-called adventure is actually just an "outing" that pays for bodyguards to escort her.

This kind of pediatric reason, naïve idea, can be realized at will just because there is money.

"Alas......" The white-haired girl sighed, and the complex emotions she had were indescribable.

"Good morning......" Perhaps the movement woke her up, and the sleepy-eyed Margaret finally got up. She has messy curly hair, and there is always a maid in the house who will help her take care of it early in the morning, but at this moment, when she is outside, she can only be scattered at will.

The aristocratic lady was evidently not as soundly slept as she seemed, for it was only a hardboard bed in a cheap hotel in the suburbs, with a simple layer of linen cloth on top of it. Compared to the beautifully crafted soft bed in her home, it was simply sore.

Coupled with the sour body odor of passing passengers who continued to hit her even with a thin cloth as a quarantine, she felt even more tired for a while after a night's rest.

"Thou shalt .... You, you're in good spirits. On the way here, she had already noticed the inappropriateness of her wording, and Margaret deliberately changed to speak in popular Lamanite, but the so-called popular Lamanite language she knew was also from adventure novels, and in fact it had the same strange smell as the costume described in the book.

Therefore, it seems a little ironic that our Luoan girl, who is clearly a stranger and has only been in the territory of the East Coast for only ten days, has become the Lamanite tutor and conversation practitioner of this native Lamani aristocratic lady.

It's a journey that's unique in every sense of the word, Mira rolled her eyes and thought involuntarily.

"It's good to get used to it. Although she had some opinions about the other party's naïve thoughts, she knew that it was just a result of the environment in which the noble lady did not eat the fireworks of the world, and because the other party was not arrogant, Mira did not have much resistance to this client of the same age.

But that's what she is, maybe it's because she accompanies the sage day and night, hears and sees it, and contaminates his calm and calm aura. Even in the face of an aggressive guy, the girl will not choke back immediately, but chooses to respond calmly and rationally. If she had to say it, she still had a little more thoughts about Margaret's helplessness.

"Woo~~um~~" The aristocratic lady with black curly hair stretched out a big lazy waist on the bed, and the sunlight at the window reflected the glass to make the whole room bright. She habitually straightened her hand, and then immediately realized that she was no longer in a mansion where a maid changed her clothes. After looking left and right at her surroundings, Margaret's attention fell on Mira, who was neatly arranging her supplies.

The white-haired girl was arranging her belongings, and she had bought these things in advance yesterday when she set off, but they were all just piled up in a haphazard manner. Henry behaved rather casually in such a place, and when the two of them first met, the sage was dressed like a beggar. As a result, the team was responsible for arranging items into the package according to frequency and volume, and this was the responsibility of Mira from the beginning.

Margaret stared at her for a few moments, and the keen Miss Loan naturally noticed her, but just as she thought that the noble lady wanted her to help her dress, Margaret again seemed excited—but at the same time clumsy—and began to imitate Mira's movements, arranging her clothes, equipment, and weapons.

The detail of "......" made Mira's impression of her somewhat changeable.

Even if it's a naïve eldest lady, at least she's a kind and hardworking good boy.

"It's not like that, and if you put on your leather armor before breakfast, it'll be too hot later, so you'll wear it on the road. Looking at her clumsy movements, Mira finally couldn't help but open her mouth.

Outside their door, listening to the sound of conversation inside, Henry, who was raising his hand to knock on the door, shrugged his shoulders and walked downstairs alone.

After this, it took the two girls another ten minutes or so to finish tidying up, and by this time the sage had finished his breakfast and was sitting on a bench outside the inn with a cup of hot grapefruit tea.

This drink with a small amount of cane sugar is common in Parnilla, and its anti-hangover effect is a good antidote for sailors and mercenaries who drink all year round, and is therefore served in most inns.

Although the yuzu tea at this cheap inn is usually mixed with water many times due to the cost, it is still a highly regarded breakfast drink with a little sweetness and yuzu fragrance.

The sound of brisk footsteps behind them sounded, and Mira and Margaret also came to the front of the bar to buy breakfast. The sage sipped the lightly scented grapefruit tea and glanced back at Margaret, who had tasted this cheap meal for the first time.

The aristocratic lady was obviously not so fond of these not-so-beautiful breakfasts, and her eyebrows were tightly furrowed the moment she entered, but she also took a deep breath and began to gulp down the mira noodles across the table as she quickly settled her breakfast while still reading and studying.

The morning sun shines all over the land.

The warming breeze blows, and the sunflowers and daisies growing on the wooden steps in front of the store are fluttering in the wind.

Henry took another sip of light grapefruit tea.

Everything is peaceful and peaceful.