The clash between Filippo and the middle-aged mercenary, whom they later learned was called Moreau, threatened to split the entire team into two groups. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Moreau's companions are naturally on the same front as him, and this conflict seems to be just a stunned basket with no mouth on the surface, but if you want to go deeper, in the end, it is still an inevitable conflict caused by different worldviews and concepts caused by identity and growth environment.

And if you think about it, I'm afraid it is inseparable from our Sage Gentleman.

Filippo was only a young man after all, although he had probably had more than 12 years of experience in swordsmanship, which the descendants of the Padrosi Empire usually started at the age of eight, and had reached a very high level of swordsmanship, and psychologically, he still couldn't get rid of the common problems of boys at this age.

I don't know how to do things in a low-key way.

To a certain extent, this is a common problem of teenagers, but if you put a lot of effort into one thing, you naturally want others to pay attention to your own places, rather than being an aristocratic person on the surface.

Why does this have anything to do with our Sage Sage, the answer is always the same, and there will always be only that.

- He's too strong.

Filippo has devoted all the energy of his life to this matter so far, and he is proud and proud. Although others often define him by his aristocratic status rather than his swordsmanship, the young man firmly believes in his heart that as long as he is related to swordsmanship, he can fight a draw with others or make them win badly.

And the only thing he was confident in was that he couldn't even turn over a ripple in front of Henry, and was slapped to death with his backhand like a little bug.

The psychological frustration caused by this was not without its seriousness, and the frustration in his heart urgently needed a victory to reconcile and rebuild his self-confidence. But there are only a few people in his team, and all of them can't fight except for Henry, who can't be beaten.

So in the end, this anger fell on the head of Mo Luo, a middle-aged mercenary who formed a temporary team.

Some are naïve, some are mean, but even without the premise of Henry's frustration with him, I am afraid that they will not get along better.

In addition to horror novels and adventure novels, they also like to read stories about aristocratic ladies who are free from the shackles of political marriages and love and even elope, regardless of money or status.

But this kind of beautiful fantasy only exists in literature, and even if there are similar examples in reality, the romance of true love that was first widely circulated ended not very well.

The difference between two young people of different classes due to differences in identity and upbringing will be the driving force that draws them together in the first place.

This novelty is very attractive to those who have never been in contact with it - the peasant ladies like the politeness and gentleness of the noble lady, and the noble ladies like the simplicity and unpretentiousness of the peasant lads.

But this is limited to the edge of the water.

When they really start living together, this difference in class and upbringing can cause them to be at odds at every turn. The former politeness and gentleness have become hypocritical and disgusting, and the unpretentious and unpretentious have become barbaric and vulgar. At first, people are attracted to heterogeneous things precisely because they are tired of the same routine, but when this heterogeneity also becomes routine, they begin to miss the kind of life that they used to be more comfortable and comfortable.

So when Filippo, who was born into the aristocracy, and the commoners in these caravans came together to eat and live together, it was only a matter of time before the conflict erupted.

This time it was just because of Filippo's psychological factors, it came a little early.

It had only been two days before the team had been on its toes, and the team had become almost torn apart. The group of five of them kept close to the large group behind them, but basically did not communicate with each other, and even within the group, Mira did not speak to Margaret, and Filippo had remained silent since yesterday, and the overall atmosphere was quite strange.

Fortunately, this team is still a caravan at the beginning, and the nature of a merchant is to be slapped a few times by you, and he will give you a smile, if you can't do this level of cheekiness and patience, you will either be hacked to death early, or you will not be able to do business and starve to death. Not to mention that this incident didn't have much to do with themselves, so with the efforts of several people, including the merchant uncle who had spoken to Mira before, the team finally did not divide substantially.

In the face of the issue of stakes, face is not worth mentioning at all.

This was the reason for the success of the merchants and the disdain of the aristocracy despite their great wealth, although many of the aristocratic families on the more liberal East Coast also had their own chambers of commerce, but their own family members were at best the heads of the chambers and did administrative work that was superior to the merchants who traded from place to place. And, as we have mentioned before, they - or rather, they - are young ladies of aristocratic families.

The male Padrosi aristocracy hardly did this type of work, and they either entered the political circles of the empire or served in the army. Even though a thousand years have passed, the country, which used to treat women as male property, with the suffix "Nia" at the end, still does not treat men and women of all classes equally.

In the eyes of many, the noble lady was supposed to be the kind of character who hid somewhere, pitifully and tremblingly, waiting for the valiant knights, who were usually themselves, to come to their rescue. They should be obedient, dare to have their own opinions, their own opinions, their own opinions, and it is a great rebellion, and under such premise, the gravity of the actions of our curly-haired client, Miss Margaret, is difficult to summarize in a few words.

Mira didn't understand this, and while Henry rightfully understood, he didn't find fault with it for some reason.

The sage always has his own set of standards based on his own experience and way of thinking, and many of his actions would only be incomprehensible or even seriously protested by ordinary people if they were taken apart, but when all the things that Henry had done were linked together and finally came to a result, they would be surprised to find that everything was under his control from beginning to end.

Just as a musician plucks the strings with only a gentle application of his fingers at a time, the sound is neither loud nor eye-catching when viewed alone, but when they are all connected, it is a moving piece that makes it impossible to take your attention off.

The inner thoughts of each other's arms are complicated, and the team of dozens of people makes their way all the way down the country road like this.

Padrosi is Padrosi in the end, and even in this season, which is known as the "autumn rain", it still shows people with sunshine. Fortunately, the land is already rich in water and grass, dense vegetation, and endless mountains and cold underground rivers, but it will not be reduced to a second hot and repulsive Absera under the tireless sun.

Although the speed of traveling in a horse-drawn carriage was not as fast as that of a horse, they still walked out of a distance that was far beyond the reach of walking in two days. Towards three or four o'clock in the evening, the procession came to a small stone bridge that looked very old.

Perhaps because of the rain the day before, the water level of the creek under the stone bridge has grown a lot. It can be judged from the plants that are submerged and swaying slightly with the flow of the stream, which are obviously not aquatic plants. They should normally be located on the riverbank, where the moist soil and the wide stream are not flooded by other towering trees, making them suitable for the growth of small, robust weeds.

The convoy stopped and began preparations for camping. Travelers with their families in the roofed and wood-walled wagons felt superior, and these cheap wagons common in Padrossi were rectangular in shape and larger than commercial wagons, and in the warmer south, even in autumn, they could spend the night in shelter with a mat in them.

The only people who needed to set up camp were eight individual mercenaries and Henry and his party. Since there was no rain, the merchants only had to move the goods on the flatbed trucks to make enough space for them to curl up and sleep, and then cover them with quilts. Of course, this way of sleeping without spreading the body is not easy and comfortable, but every trip to the merchant has considerable risks, and the merchant will pull as many goods as possible within the limit of being able to run without falling apart in the face of danger.

The life they had long been accustomed to, and the others didn't care, except Margaret stood there and watched for a while.

But just when Mira thought she would say something like: "How can you sleep in a place like that?" The curly-haired girls began to silently and awkwardly try to tidy up the mattresses on their flatbed carriages.

“......”

The girl relented.

She stepped forward, and Margaret was stunned for a moment, thinking that Mira was going to lose her temper and scold her or something, so she gave her little shoulders a tuck. But the white-haired girl just began to help her tidy up with her hands and feet, and although she didn't say a word, her expression was much softer than before.

"Be organized. Without looking back, she turned to the sage's side and began to set up her tent.

“...... Why. Noticing Henry's eyes, Mira glared at him, who shrugged his shoulders and said nothing.

"Mr. Sage is such a terrible grown-up. The girl rolled her eyes, and went about her tent.

The campsite they chose was on the side of the stone bridge, with horse-drawn carriages forming a semi-circular encirclement, which is a natural habit for travelers from all over the world, so it is not mentioned. And because of the cover of the creek, the number of guards on this section near the stone bridge can be reduced a little, which is where Henry and the others are stationed. The rest of Morrow's eight mercenaries set up camp in the direction they came, where the roads were wider and there were more places to be guarded, so it made sense that they would be in charge with the larger number of them.

The move to separate the camps was a safety concern, but it was also a relief for many. After all, the last thing they needed at the moment was for Filippo and Moro to get together again, and even if both of them might regret their impulses later, a day would not be enough for them to cross this hurdle.

That's how men sometimes do.

Psychologically, I have understood the situation, and my reason can figure it out, but I just can't save face.

"Whew-" The advantage of being close to the creek is that there is no need to worry about the water source, and after rolling up her sleeves and trousers, she stood in the stream and washed her face and limbs briefly, and felt that her whole person was much refreshed, and Mira returned to the shore. Many of her followers have done the same, and the Lamanites have had a daily habit of bathing since a thousand years ago, when the empire was not called Padrosi. Unlike West Coasters, who only wash their dirty food once a week and a half a month and feel very hygienic, they take care to clean their bodies as much as possible even during such trips.

The stream was babbling, and after a series of preparations that had taken about an hour to complete, the sky was already orange-red near five o'clock.

It's like a desperate situation that can only be seen in a painter's brush.

Or is the painter trying his best to convey this beauty to the world through his brush?

The cool wind blew in bursts, and the people behind them set up charcoal stoves began to roast dried meat and fish, and the fat dripping from the hot bacon was brought to the iron plate to fry the pancakes, and the smell of the smoke rose and filled the air around them.

They are obviously not the only ones who will choose this open space for camping, and the grass on the ground has not been able to grow tall because people pass by and camp all year round. Mira sat on the ground, letting the wind blow against her cheeks. Margaret also quietly ran over and sat down beside her, and the short grass touched the skin of the wrists and backs of her hands that were propped up on the ground, and the tingling sensation was very strange.

With the gust of breeze, the people behind them who were preparing dinner gradually became busy.

The dazzling colors of the sky became more and more striking, first from orange to purple with hints of purple.

The Lamanites called this climatic phenomenon "Kasumi", and Mira had seen it before, but she still didn't quite understand what the word meant.

She simply thought it was beautiful.

It's just a perfect match for this scene.

Creek, flowing water.

Stone Bridge, Camp.

The wind blew gently, and the green smoke above the charcoal stove rose into the sky.

Looking at the red and purple distant horizon, the white-haired Luo'an girl took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out.

"Tomorrow. ”

"It's going to be a sunny day. ”