The two days of rest soon came to an end. Many and Noda packed up their luggage and paid for their rooms at the front desk of the hotel. They rushed to the gathering place for their new mission with a distressed expression.
"Why don't they rob someone?
It's so expensive!
Now they can't even afford to drink at Paul's place! "Noda said with a straw in his mouth, looking indignant.
Many walked in silence, letting Noda complain along the way without saying anything.
People came and went on the street, and fragrant flowers bloomed on the roadside. The elves were still doing their own things on the street, not feeling the slightest sense of danger. Many looked at this peaceful scene, but in his heart, he was imagining the dangers and unknowns that might be encountered in the next mission.
The two arrived at the south gate of the outer city of Dahir. The tall gate still shocked Many, just like the first time he saw it. However, at this moment, as a holder of the Elven Guardian Medal, Many was a lot calmer. Honor always made people remember their responsibilities. Many always had a faint feeling in his heart, imagining what it would be like when one day he could really take on the responsibility of protecting a race.
Noda, on the other hand, was much more realistic. Aside from his usual banter, he would always turn his head to look at the tall Tree of Life with a thoughtful expression on his face. His collapsed bag of various poisons and his worried expression always made many people want to ask questions, but they would always stop when they saw Noda's expression that quickly adjusted.
Sylvia's figure temporarily disappeared from their lives. When they arrived at the gathering place, the two were about to start their new journey.
There was a caravan parked in a spacious plaza around 300 meters away from the city gate. There were over 30 carriages in the caravan, of which 23 were wagons loaded with all sorts of specialties from the Elven Empire. The remaining nine carriages were luxuriously decorated and looked like moving tents. The caravan members were busy loading the last bits of goods into the wagons. The bustling scene made many people miss the food markets of their hometown.
The leader of the caravan was a middle-aged man who looked like he was about 40 years old. He had a full beard and looked weather-beaten. He dressed generously but not extravagantly, just a little more conspicuous than the servants around him.
Many understood that this was a gesture of goodwill. To hired mercenaries, experienced merchants would not put on a high and mighty "rich is the lord" attitude. After all, no matter who he put on airs with, he would not put on airs with those who could protect his own life.
Beside the caravan were other mercenaries. The requirements of this mission were not high, and the salary was not too high either. Therefore, these guys looked a little messy and had a mixed feeling, and basically, they were all humans.
Some of them joked with each other loudly, while others quietly packed up their luggage. Seeing the arrival of Many and Noda, no one came out to greet them. They just glanced at them coldly and continued doing their own things.
After the bearded caravan leader heard the report from his subordinates, he walked towards the mercenaries with the mission certificate from the Mercenary Union.
Seeing that the main character had arrived, the mercenaries stood up in twos and threes, and some even stood alone. Many of them immediately realized that their teammates for this mission were basically scattered mercenaries, and there was no big team.
"Mercenaries, our journey is about to begin. Please sign the contract!
My name is Karl, and those who know me in Dashiell call me Bearded Karl. Nice to meet you all! "
Karl's attitude was neither too high nor too low, and it did not make people feel disgusted at all. Many and Noda had already packed up their things and were queuing up to sign their names on the contract.
The mercenaries' combat skills were not low, and in less than three minutes, they had chosen a temporary leader and deputy leader. The two of them were two of the more popular people in the Dashiell mercenary circle, so no one had any objections, and they all agreed.
The two of them quickly issued a series of orders, settling the patrol team, the night shift schedule, and the allocation of teams in case of an emergency. Everything was done with ease, and in less than ten minutes, the mercenaries quickly received their mission, and the team immediately set off.
Karl was very satisfied with this. He was also rather helpless about this trip. Karl was the person in charge of the "Quel 'tos Trading Company", the number one trading company in the Empire of Saint Reims, in Dashiell. "Quel' tos Trading Company" accounted for a large portion of the trade between the Empire of Saint Reims and the Elven Empire, and was considered a large trading company that the upper echelons of Dashiell valued. However, this time, after the elves released the news that the necromancers were about to invade, the headquarters reacted quickly, and all the trading companies returned to the Empire of Saint Reims after completing the last transaction, so that they could be ready for battle at any time.
The wife of the trading company's boss was the daughter of the Second Legion Commander of the Empire of Saint Reims, so there was nothing wrong with this order …
More than 30 carriages drove out of the city of Dashiell. Many of the members of the caravan looked back from time to time, as if they were unhappy that they had to take the risk to return to Saint-Rames at such a critical time.
It could be seen that they were more reliant on Dashiell and felt more secure.
More than 80 mercenaries and nearly 100 members of the caravan began their journey to Saint-Rames.
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Sylvia rode the horse and walked along the road unhurriedly.
This should be considered as Sylvia's first trip, and the first time she completed a mission on her own.
It was the first time she had to eat the food she made herself, the first time she had to look at the map to find the way, the first time she had to look for traces of magical beasts, and the first time she had to sleep in the wild. In short, there were too many firsts, and Sylvia did not know what to do. However, after so many years of training, there were still some results, and Sylvia was confident that she could complete the mission.
Sylvia took a bite of the dry and hard jerky. It was obvious that the taste was a little unacceptable, but after chewing hard twice, Sylvia managed to swallow it. It was a little salty. She picked up the water bag and wanted to take a sip, but hesitated for a moment and put it down again. Because she knew that there was no place to get water for the journey today, so she had to save as much water as possible in case of emergencies.
Sigh, I'm really useless!
She thought of the interesting adventure stories that Many told her when he took care of her along the way. Now I'm considered to be on an adventure, right?
Why do I feel bitter and tired?
Then Sylvia thought of the "bold" letter she wrote to Many, and her heartbeat sped up for no reason.
Oh, I've written so many words that I'm embarrassed to say. I don't know if that idiot can understand it!
He's so dumb.
What if he can't understand?
Really, if I had known earlier, I would have written … written it more bluntly …
At the thought of this, Sylvia did not dare to continue thinking about it. She squeezed the horse's abdomen hard as if to hide something, and urged the horse to hurry on.
The faint red light of the setting sun could not hide her red ears and heels.