Noble Emblem

Although this stone building temporarily created using magic is not very spacious, the height of more than ten meters, after being divided into upper and lower floors, is enough for everyone to go inside and rest, including the war horses.

The carriage and baggage were naturally placed outside. The whistling wind sounds outside, and as long as you listen to it, you will know how cold it is outside. Now that this big stone house created by magic has come out, everyone stays inside. Although I can't say it's as warm as spring, it is much warmer. At least they don't have to contend with the cold wind.

The cavalry took out some baggage, first fed their horses fodder, and then ate cold dry food. They handed it over to the ceremonial officers and ate something casually, and then started talking to each other. Although everyone suppressed their voices, after all, there were so many people, it seemed a bit noisy.

There were many people and horses, and some horses began to excrete feces. The smell in the big stone house began to become strong and strange. Although there were several ventilation holes above the building, there was still no way to discharge the odor inside immediately.

But Beta had his own way. He activated a small magic barrier around him to isolate the smell.

The barrier is not big, but there is no problem if a few people can sit inside and chat. Shirley, Sophia, and Jessica were naturally there, and Faxiu was very clever and squeezed in with a salivating face, causing Beta to have to expand the barrier.

"It seems that in the future, you will have to bring a magician with you when you go on an expedition." Faxiu glanced at Shirley, and then quickly looked away. This look of treachery but no courage made people feel funny.

Beta shook his head: "It's a bit difficult. Turning mud into stone and turning stone into mud is not a powerful magic, but if you want to do it like Shirley, you don't have enough strength. And the most important thing is, in general Your Majesty, a master magician will not just follow the army to patrol outside for the night. "

Faxiu thinks about it. All magicians have their own eyes high. The weak ones are willing to follow the army, but they can't build such a temporary garrison. The strong ones have their own industries or networks, so they don't need it at all. By selling your labor, you can obtain a lot of resources.

Shirley was a little tired. Even if she was a divine creature, she couldn't stand such a big battle all of a sudden.

She rested her head on Beta's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep. After a while, Susan came over with a middle-aged man.

The man wore a black robe and had gray hair. His age is very subtle, he could be described as middle-aged, or he could be described as old. It's that kind of feeling that is hard to explain.

Susan waved her hand outside the barrier, and Beta invited the two of them to come in.

This man is worthy of being a etiquette officer. As soon as he came in, he bent down and saluted, which was very standard. At the same time, he said: "Your Excellency, your female companion just showed us a scene that was comparable to a miracle, so I have some thoughts. "

"Please say."

"Since we can have this ability to station anywhere, maybe we don't have to go through Udabri Country. We can go around its border and directly reach Frost Star Country."

Udabri and Hollevan are enemy countries. Although there is an unspoken rule not to kill envoys, this is not absolute. Now that one envoy has disappeared, it would not be strange for another one to disappear. It would be a good choice if we could bypass Udabri and reach Frost Star Kingdom directly.

Beta thought for a while and said: "It's just that I don't know how to get to Frost Star Kingdom from the border of Udabri."

"Don't worry, Your Excellency, I know." The etiquette officer said with a smile, as if he was demonstrating his merit.

If Kyle were here, he would definitely be happy to hear such words. But Beta doesn't. He knows very well that many times people are separated from each other, and you have no idea what the other person is thinking, whether it's good or bad.

Beta only believed half of what the ceremonial officer said, and the other half was because he had to be responsible for the lives of the entire mission and everyone.

"So, you have a map?"

"There is no map, but I have it all recorded here." The etiquette officer pointed to his head.

Upon hearing this, Beta felt even more unreliable. He knew very well that most of the time, the most unreliable thing about people is their memory. That's why there is a saying that bad writing is better than good memory.

In the game, Beta only participated in mercenary activities in the first few years. In the following years, he spent all his time with the landowner. Therefore, he did not understand how the border between Ubudali and Frost Star Kingdom should be drawn.

Moreover, the map in the game is not very accurate. Even if you have a rough look, if you are not clear on the details, many places are simply dead ends or dead ends.

"Please take a seat." Beta looked at the other party curiously: "You are a etiquette officer. Have you ever walked through places like the border before?"

The etiquette officer said with a flattering smile: "Before I was thirty years old, I was a traveling merchant."

"Travelling traders on the border?" Beta smiled slightly: "They are smugglers, maybe."

If you are a smuggler, it is not strange to remember the connection route map.

The etiquette officer didn't feel embarrassed, he smiled and said: "I can't hide it from your Excellency, indeed, I used to be a smuggler. After making some money, I found someone to learn writing and etiquette, and then spent some money to become a etiquette officer. "

This is not a good life experience. The etiquette officer said this with the intention of gaining Beta's trust.

Beta patted his knees gently twice, and then said: "So, what do you want to get after providing the route?"

"No, I just want to do something for the mission." The etiquette officer smiled very noblely.

Beta continued: "You have been a businessman for decades. Even if you are now a ceremonial officer, you are still a businessman at heart. If you come to tell me the route, I will definitely ask for something."

The etiquette officer was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "Indeed, if this mission of the envoy can succeed, I hope that you can teach my son magic after returning."

Beta shook his head: "The price is too high."

Just kidding! An elite magician would have to charge at least twenty gold coins per month to teach a student. A master spellcaster like him would still have to pay fifty gold coins per month to teach a student, and learning magic does not happen overnight. Those who can afford to hire him as a teacher are either the real nobles or the royal family.

In fact, money is not an issue. The problem is that Beta now doesn't have much time to be distracted and teach other students.

The etiquette officer thought for a moment and said, "Then can I ask Shirley to teach my son the magic of creating a house?"

Beta still shook his head.

The etiquette officer gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it, I will still draw the route for you."

"It's not that he doesn't want to teach, it's that he may not be able to learn. Even if he learns, he won't be able to do it to this extent." Beta said slowly: "There are many differences between people."

The etiquette officer wanted to say something more, but Beta suddenly stood up, waved his hands to silence everyone, and then closed his eyes.

Joan of Arc was still hovering in the air at this time. Looking down from its line of sight, one could see a long team slowly marching towards their direction.