Located at the intersection of theocracy and human rights, Polusaro has a small footprint, but it has very strict passenger entry control.

Unlike the largely undefended Parnila, the exit from the port to the town is surrounded by a large wooden wall, flanked by crossbowmen and flanked by a gate. People disembarking from merchant ships lined up here to wait for the garrison to inspect them. Heavily armed soldiers in cuirasses and helmets stood on the sides with spears, while the garrison officers with light helmets and striking red feathers in front of their foreheads held a notepad in one hand and a quill in the other, jogging down something as they asked.

Due to an unexpected hiccup, Henry and Mira arrived at the end of the visitor's security check. As they approached, the man in front of them was let through, and the officer, with his ornate feathered helmet, raised his face and glanced at Henry, who frowned a little displeased, but the paper written by Margaret that the sage handed him immediately made his brow stretch again.

"It turned out to be a mercenary from the West Coast, and the escort mission was right? Welcome to Polusaro, where swords and swords are not allowed to be worn while walking around the town. If you want to defend yourself, you can only carry a dagger, but then again, you don't need it in a peaceful town like this haha. "The name 'Henry,' which was very West Coast-style, and the seal of the real Lord's Mansion of Parnira, apparently made the officer breathe a sigh of relief, and he briskly wrote down their names and dates of arrival on a piece of paper, and then waved his hand for the men behind him to let them go.

"It does seem that the situation is a bit complicated. The girl Luoan, who had noticed the other man's expression, said this after walking out of the port gate. The sage nodded, and the phrase "one by one—" in the mouth of the young man named Kalewa, combined with the displeasure of the officer guarding the gate at the sight of the tall northerner mercenary, vaguely revealed that something was going on in the town.

The Kingdom of Suomir is now a vassal state of the Padrossi Empire, and the two countries have commercial exchanges, which are generally peaceful neighbors compared to other awkward neighbors. But this relationship is only a recent thing.

Although it is not thunderous, the reputation of Suomir warriors that exists in the memory of a considerable number of people is built by the blood and corpses of the Lamanites.

As early as the rise of the Laman Empire, these tenacious northerners have been the most difficult bone to gnaw on in the cause of East Coast unification.

Suomir is the most difficult language in the world to learn.

As an adhesive language, it does not have a very logical and systematic grammar, but rather accumulates words and makes word variations to express itself. Even if it sounds like a word, if you don't get a voiced sound right, then you will say something completely different.

One of the Lamanites laughing at the Suomir is that one Suomir lord forgot to put a comma on the birthday of another lord, resulting in the original "I bless you" becoming "I curse you", and the two realms became feuds.

Such ironic jokes also show the difficulty of learning the language, and the fact that many Suomir words are pronounced in the same way as the ancient sorcerer language of the sorcerers makes it seem impossible for outsiders to want to learn it.

And just like the language they use, the temperament of this Northland people is like permafrost, tenacious to the point of stubbornness.

The entire East Coast, where the original diversity of peoples and regions on the West Coast was conquered by the Lamanites, the native cultures were expelled and replaced, and finally assimilated into this "Lamanite poison", and everyone began to speak the modern Lamanite language, only with a different accent. Only these tall northerners, who still speak a strange language that is alien to the rest of the East Coast, and who observe a tradition completely different from that of the Lamanites.

Suomir, who was vast and sparsely populated, no matter how good the warriors were as individuals, would always always be defeated by the powerful Lamanites. It is not an exaggeration to say that their history is full of subjugation and defeat, and now they do not even have the status of an independent state, just like the Avenella, to whom our Loan maiden was born, in the past, as a vassal state dependent on another country.

But even so, just as the sun can't completely dispel the ice and snow of the north.

Deep down, the Lamanites never really conquered Suomir either.

This land is the heart of the empire, and I don't know how many Lamani emperors in history looked to the north and swallowed their last breath when they were dying. And if it weren't for the existence of Suomir, I am afraid that the Lamanites would have completed the great cause of unification of the east coast long ago and reached out to the west coast.

Such a historical origin, coupled with all the details of hearsay, links to the fact that Parnila was attacked-

I'm afraid that these big swordsmen who have returned to their hometowns are not just as simple as the prodigal son turning back.

The words spoken by Alessandro the Navigator are more and more like a profound prophecy. Just after stepping on this land, Henry can already feel it.

There was a storm slowly forming around him.

The people of the town looked at each other strangely, and it was only when they saw Mira and the little unicorn in a noble horse suit that most of them breathed a sigh of relief. They kept going, looking at the signboard all the way, trying to find an inn to rest in.

After returning to land after more than a month of sea turbulence, many people immediately weakened their legs, and many travelers who walked out in front of them suddenly leaned against the wall and began to vomit. When they first got off the boat, they didn't feel anything, but when they got here, they suddenly felt that the horizon in the distance was a little blurred, and then their feet were twisted uncontrollably, and their internal organs were churning.

People have only heard of seasickness, but very few people know that it can also be seasick.

Either way, finding a place to rest and replenish your supplies is obviously the right choice.

The hotel industry in small towns with frequent guests is quite developed, and restaurants and pubs on the first floor have become almost the norm in the world. When Henry and Mira approached the small inn called the Aurora Hotel with their horses, a teenager who was waiting outside the door immediately ran over.

Mira had expected to take the reins and lead the horses to the stables, but the boy ran behind her outstretched hand and stared at the little unicorn.

"Uh-" Miss Luo'an froze in place, she began to worry a little about whether the other party would find something strange, but it was at this time that a female voice suddenly sounded at the door: "Yilmali, what are you doing, don't be rude to the guests." She said this, and the boy hung his head in silence, and then came over and snatched the reins from Mira's hand.

"Good horse, good horse, come this way. He whispered this in Lamani, and his soft tone combined with his previous demeanor was evident that he was a lover of horses. The Lady of Loan glanced at the Sage, who shrugged his shoulders.

"Come with him. She then whispered to the little unicorn who hesitated in place, and the clever little one obediently came over and rubbed Mira for a moment, and then walked with the boy to the stable.

"That's the nobleman's horse, Ilmali, take good care of it, don't get into trouble with your mother or me!" The woman, who was apparently Suomir from her appearance and her son's name, spoke in Lamani. On the one hand, it has to do with the unique culture of the town, but on the other hand, it is also clearly a gesture that deliberately reprimands her son in a language that the guests understand, so that people can understand the fact that she takes it very seriously.

"Two mercenaries, who are they, Suomir?" she turned to the two men, especially the sage, with a tentative tone that was also clearly connected to the complications of recent days.

"Asked for a double room. Instead of answering the question directly, Henry replied in standard Ramani. The woman nodded at once, and then the sage motioned for Mira to pay for the inn, and went to the stables, ready to unload her luggage and go upstairs to her room.

Henry, in his soft-soled leather shoes, walked silently on the dirt, and when he reached the stable next to the inn, the innkeeper's boy was trying to reach for the helmet from the little unicorn's head.

"Too much curiosity can lead to disaster. The sage said in a steady tone behind him. "Ahh

"You like horses, don't you? Henry raised an eyebrow, and the young chick nodded as if pecking rice.

"This is her beloved horse entrusted to us by a wayward aristocratic lady. Margaret, who was writing something in Parnilla, sneezed, and the quill left a heavy mark on the paper, and she frowned and crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground to join the pile of paper.

"There's a mercenary guild here, too, and theoretically we're allowed to escort targets to the guild's trusteeship—you see what I mean?" said Henry, and the boy let out a "ah-" sound, followed by another chick pecking at rice.

"I'll take good care of it, such a beautiful horse, don't worry, I won't do anything more with it. ”

"That's fine. So said the sage, and then he took their luggage off their horses, and walked towards the inn with one hand.

"Eat something first?" Mira, who had already booked the room, hooked the door key with her right index finger and turned around at the same time to ask, Henry, who was holding the luggage of the two, shook his head: "It's still early, let's go and buy the supplies we need first." He said, and Miss Roan nodded, and then threw the key over.

Leaving their armor and weapons in the room and locking them, each carrying only a short dagger and a leather bag with them, the two of them asked the proprietress about the location of the grocery store and the blacksmith's shop, and then headed outside.

In the middle of summer, the weather was warm and pleasant around ten o'clock in the morning, and the two wore only light linen shirts with light wool vests and close-fitting trousers also made of linen.

Mithril's brooch was worn on the left side of the vest's chest, and the belt was adorned with a dazzling orange mercenary plaque, and the only other items he carried were a leather bag with a wallet and a short dagger stuck inside the bag. It is the most common basic attire for adventurers in weapons-controlled areas.

Aside from the brass belt, brooches, and mercenary cards, the clothes were plain and lacked patterns or cool embroidery. The overall dress looks ordinary and low-key, but from the exquisite cut and materials of the clothes, it can also be seen that the two are mercenaries who mix well.

A long time has passed since they first started in the business, and their footprints have stretched from the West Coast to Absera, and now they are still making a mark on the East Coast.

Although extravagance is the enemy of mercenaries, a life of luxury can make people lose their spirits. But now that the rewards you can get from rising in rank are also increasing, there is no need to force yourself to live the life that the poor clothes you wore were in tatters.

Good steel should be used on the blade, and weapons and armor will always be the biggest expense for mercenaries. However, when there are still remaining circumstances, it is not a big sin to be able to spend money to improve the quality of one's life, although this kind of occupation requires the consciousness of sleeping in the open air, and it is not a big sin to be able to live a little comfortably.

About two hours before the actual lunchtime, Henry and Mira went to the blacksmith's shop in the order of proximity, and bought two good axes, one large and one small, for two and a half silver coins, a shovel, and a bunch of camping nails, and asked them to wrap them up and put them away. Then he walked towards the grocery store and the tailor's place, ready to piggyback on them on the way back.

Spikes don't need to be explained, shovels are a consideration needed to travel in the Northlands, and Mira doesn't know much about this aspect. But she knew how necessary an axe was. The 90-centimeter-long axe can be used to cut wood to build a camp, while the small hand axe, which is about 45 centimeters, is used to dispose of firewood. Buying these two axes was a long-cherished wish of the Luoan Maiden, and she still remembers the image of the sage cutting down trees with Kramer as he pleases in the wilderness, and although she knows the strength of the great sword, it is still very speechless as a swordsman.

Campfires and camps require logging tools, especially now that Kramer has to hide them to avoid causing trouble, and axes for chopping wood are even more necessary.

Horses with good bloodlines have a much higher weight carrying capacity than humans, and these added iron tools wrapped in sackcloth and carried on horseback will not have much effect on them.

What they bought at the grocery store was a wrought-iron hanging pot, which was ubiquitous and there was nothing to talk about. In order to reduce the load, the duo did not buy a long hanger, but chose the one with feet, so that if they could not find a place to hang the pot in the wild, they could also put it directly on the charcoal fire to cook.

In addition, two small lanterns with a delicate design were purchased to prepare for the lighting needed for long distances at night. Lanterns lit by candles do not have as much of a lighting range compared to torches, but they can burn for a longer period of time and are less affected by the weather because they are protected.

There are three main types of portable lanterns, and in the Padrossi Empire, where glass-making technology was very developed, it was not uncommon for top-of-the-line lanterns to be made of wood or wrought iron as frames with glass, and although they were not cheap, they were not completely unattainable.

The more popular choice is to fill the frame with the horn sliced into thin slices instead of the glass, the thinned horn is translucent, although not as good as glass but can also transmit light, and the best thing about it is that most people can afford to make it themselves.

The last lantern is designed for adventurers, with a wrought iron stand resembling a birdcage but the key parts are interlocking rather than integral, with additional wires on the horizons. The elastic wire is inserted into the round hole to prevent the longitudinal bracket from moving, and the light is used as a light part of the extremely light animal skin, which is translucent like the horn can also reveal the light of the candle, and the soft extension and movable bracket have the advantage that travelers and adventurers who do not have a carriage and nowhere to hang lanterns can be folded into the saddle bag to achieve the purpose of saving space.

After the grocers had bought these and some repairing items such as scissors and needlework, they went to the tailor's shop with sackcloth bags and ordered new cloaks and clothes, as well as large fabrics for the tents.

The tent was designed in a slightly different style than the one used in the south, and it was obvious that there were many more fixed positions underneath, and it was designed to protect against the strong winds of the north. And when it came to the clothes, she got even more surprises.

The two of them traveled lightly, except for the close-fitting basic clothes, they did not bring many changes of clothes, but went to the local area to find a tailor to order. This is obviously the right thing to do, because only locals will know what clothes will look like to adapt to the local climate.

The wisdom of the people is unlimited, and just a brand-new cloak makes the Luo'an girl amazed.

Waterproofing wood products and textiles with highly adhesive mouton oil is not uncommon on both the east and west coasts. Most of the cloaks and tent fabrics used by the duo so far were made of this treatment, and it was easy and inexpensive, but it also had some flaws.

Waterproofness comes at the cost of poor breathability – and that's why the Suomirs living in the far north don't choose tung oil canvas for their coats.

Only those who have walked in the ice and snow understand the danger of sweating, the impermeable tung oil canvas cloak makes the sweat unable to drain out, and the sweaty and close-fitting clothes are soaked after walking in it for a long time, although it is tightly wrapped, there is still a risk of hypothermia, frostbite and even shock in the ice and snow.

Therefore, the traditional national costume of Suomir, the cloak is made of the winter wool of local sheep. The thick wool cloak is made of fine linen on the inside to prevent the wool from coming into contact with the skin and causing itching, but at the same time, it has the excellent breathability of the wool, so it will not sweat like a tung oil cloak.

However, the finely treated wool is still excellent at waterproofing, because of the delicate and hydrophobic structure, rain and snow flow more down the surface, even if you stand in the heavy rain for several hours.

In addition, the Suomir-style cloak is cut in a semi-circle, and it is three meters long, and it can also be used as a sleeping quilt when going out, and is very popular with people in the northern part of the empire in addition to Suomir himself.

In addition, the opening is placed on the side of the dominant hand, which is different from the knight's cloak that opens and closes directly in front of it. The side-opening Suomir cloak was more suitable for working people and mercenaries, as it allowed to be wielded with one hand at any time.

After the tailor measured all the data and explained the time required to make it, the two returned to the inn just in time for lunch.

"Ahh The innkeeper's son, the horse-loving young Ilma, came out of the door with a basket full of food, and when he saw the two men walking back with a large bag, he nodded and made a very simple salute, and then looked at the sage.

"I'm going to deliver food to my brother, the nobleman's foal, and I've entrusted a friend to take care of it temporarily. Don't worry!" said the boy, who had made a simple agreement with Henry as a horse lover, and it was obviously an extraordinary experience for him to be able to take care of a well-blooded horse in such close proximity. Rather than direct intimidation, reaching an agreement that if he didn't mess around, he would take care of him and not take him to the mercenary guild, which was Henry's usual approach - seeing through the other party's ideas, and then picking on weaknesses - the sage nodded, and Ilmali trotted all the way in the direction of the port.

"Don't spill it!" shouted the proprietress in the store without even looking, apparently knowing that her child was anxious to come back and continue to take care of the foal. She then looked at the two of them who had just bought a lot of things, looked at the big bag and was stunned for a moment, and then grinned.

"You're hungry. ”

"It's just time for lunch. ”