Noble Emblem

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A caravan was walking on a flat stone road.

The size of the caravan was quite large, with twenty-one pallets used for loading. The trucks were covered with black linen, so you couldn’t see what the cargo was, but you could tell from the heavy rolling sound of the wheels that the trucks contained a lot of stuff. Very heavy.

A very elite mercenary team was responsible for the escort mission of the caravan.

The caravan came from the country of Tambus in the far north.

All members of the mercenary team were riding horses. One of them looked like a young man, with a hawk-nosed brown hair and blue eyes. He looked quite energetic and had a heroic aura.

He has a long sword at his waist, a black leather scabbard, a white hilt, a short bow on his back, and a small round leather shield on his left wrist.

The caravan continued to move forward, and after a while, the faint sound of horse hooves came from the front. Half of the dozen or so mercenary team immediately rode to the front, some of them stayed on the flanks, and the other group stayed behind.

Both the mercenary team and the caravan were a little nervous.

After a while, a light cavalry squad of about twenty people appeared at the end of the road. Their leather armors were all light gray, with golden circular badges tattooed on their chests.

Seeing their attire, the people in the caravan and mercenary team relaxed slightly and gave way to the road on the left.

The cavalry team in front was not moving very fast. They came slowly. As they passed by the caravan, more than twenty cavalrymen looked at the caravan and its members with scrutinizing eyes.

This made everyone in the caravan feel a little uncomfortable.

But this cavalry team did nothing. They came slowly, and then slowly left.

The heroic young man looked back at the cavalry team leaving with some envy.

"The people of the Cult of Fortune are acting so shamelessly. There are so many cavalry patrols along the way. They just want to scare people."

A mercenary muttered dissatisfiedly.

Although mercenaries are strong individually, compared with the regular army, they are definitely inferior in large-scale group operations.

Therefore, many mercenary teams cannot win when they encounter regular troops, even if they have about the same number of soldiers. After all, they lack strict discipline and command.

Moreover, mercenaries dislike the regular army very much, both personally and from a standpoint.

The heroic young man smiled and said, "This is the seventeenth patrol since we entered the country of Huolaiwen. The God of Wealth uses such elite cavalry for patrols. It is simply overqualified."

The mercenaries also felt so.

"That's not what you said, Lord Airos." A calm man's voice came through: "From a businessman's point of view, from a caravan manager, the more such patrols, the better. It would be great if the whole world was a place of worship for the Goddess Wojin and there were such flat roads all over the world.”

The person who spoke was the owner of the caravan, Ped.

He walked over from behind and said: "Since entering the country of Holevin, I have felt a sense of security in a real sense. Whether it is these flat stone avenues or the patrol cavalry teams that I can encounter from time to time, they are all the same as the rumors. "

The Cult of Wealth is now well-known all over the world. According to legend, Woking, the goddess of wealth, is the patron saint of all businessmen and the goddess of marriage.

It's just that the latter divine right is obviously not as practical as the former divine right.

"If this is the case, our mercenaries will be useless." Airos smiled.

In his heart, Peder wanted to say that if conditions allowed, who would want a mercenary team to escort the caravan. Not to mention spending a lot of money in vain, if you are unlucky, it is not uncommon for you to hire black mercenaries to kill all the people in the caravan in the wilderness and steal all the goods and money.

He decided on this mercenary team after careful selection.

Because of their different positions, the values ​​​​of the guardian and the protected are not the same. After a few dry conversations, the two parties stopped communicating.

Seeing the patrol cavalry of the Cult of Wealth walking away, the caravan continued to move forward.

Two days later, they arrived at the gate of Waking City.

A giant dragon's black dragon's head hangs on the city gate.

Because it has undergone special magical antiseptic treatment, this faucet still looks like it is alive.

In fact, after arriving at the outskirts of the wetland, there were gradually more pedestrians and caravans on the road.

The transportation in Waking City is very developed, with five or six major roads branching off in each of the four directions. There are an endless stream of pedestrians and strange cars on the road.

A group of people in the caravan looked at the dragon head, and everyone was swallowing their saliva.

A mercenary said: "This is the most arrogant city gate warning I have ever issued. With this thing hanging, I can guarantee that no one will dare to cause trouble."

Everyone agreed.

After the inspection, the caravan entered the city of Woking. The leader of the caravan, Ped, was amazed: "They don't collect city tax, and I just gave some copper coins to the soldiers guarding the gate, but they didn't even collect it."

Airos also noticed Ped's little move just now, and said after hearing this: "Is it too little?"

"Five copper coins per person, that's a lot."

Aeros shrugged. In fact, since entering the country of Hollevin, he felt that this country was a little different.

Which country's roads can be as smooth and straight as Holevin's, and which country's business roads can be as well-equipped as Holevin's, with cavalry squads constantly patrolling to ensure safety.

The city of Woking is very lively, full of vendors setting up stalls and passers-by walking around.

Aeros even saw some cat people, werewolves, and even fox people walking around the city.

They seemed very relaxed, not like they were living in the human world at all, but like they were on their own territory.

"Are these orc slaves?" Ped also said doubtfully.

Eros shook his head: "There are no collars around their necks, and their expressions are very comfortable. If they were slaves... they would not have such a relaxed and relieved expression."

"There is something special about this city." As a businessman, Pede naturally felt the strong commercial atmosphere in this city: "The guard just now told me that the best place for caravans to settle in this city is to go to the north of the city."

"Could they let us pass over there on purpose to lead us into a trap?"

The captain of the mercenary team appeared next to him. He was tall and thin, with an iron spear in his hand.

As a maid, his duty is to protect the mail, so naturally he has to take all unsafe factors into consideration.

Airos shook his head: "It's unlikely. Everyone in this city is very relaxed. It seems that this city should be very safe."

"I think so too." Ped nodded: "Compared to the people here, everyone in my hometown is like a lunatic with persecution delusions."

The captain of the servant team smiled and said: "I am just making suggestions, the decision is in your hands, Lord Pede."

At this time, Airos saw some commotion in a tavern. After a while, two groups of people rushed out and confronted each other in the street.