March 16, 1280, the Holy Empire of Auckland, the coast of Ladiakz Province.

Crunch, crunch.

One carriage after another was connected to each other, walking through the olive-green forest. From time to time, soldiers wearing high-quality leather armor and carrying slim longbows patrolling by the convoy.

The wooden wheels wrapped in poor quality rotten leather were bumping and rolling on the winding and rugged mountain road. The coachman in dark brown and simple leather armor carefully pulled the reins and whispered the command to train the horse.

The groom's driving skills are very skilled, but in the end they can't beat the small stones on the mountain road, especially after the carriage enters the downhill section, the bumpy feeling becomes stronger and stronger.

In addition to the coachman who had been used to it, he maintained a calm expression. Other passengers shouted, and some of the sensitive and prone to motion sickness had already developed symptoms of nausea and retching.

"Cough cough cough, whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper..." The face was thin, covered in dust but could not hide its handsomeness. The hair was slightly curly, and the boy was tangled with yellow and tangled with oil, leaning on the edge of the carriage, rolling his eyes, and half-thin vomit flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, you, you finally woke up! You were going to cross the border, right? You happened to break into the ambush of the Aucklanders, like us, and the little thief next to you." After saying that, the maroon-haired uncle sitting opposite the boy looked around carefully, then quietly raised a thumb and exclaimed in a low voice, "Boy, I haven't convinced many people, but you count them."

The young man with a dazed expression instinctively looked at the vicissitudes of uncle who was talking to him, with a sparse stubborn man, honest, simple, and smart... The young man looked at the turbid and dim eyes for a few more times, then looked at the others in the carriage, and finally said nothing.

Sitting bearded bearded by Garon, with a gloomy face, looked at the boy's eyes and said in amazement:

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, the left eye is golden and the right eye is purple, it's really strange! Boy, you have to thank your eyes, they have at least half the punishment you have.

"Or, hehe, you're dead.

"But you are so brave that you dare to tease the female officer. You are such a 'hero' boy! I admire you, hehehe..."

The bearded laughter was very soft, as if he was afraid of being heard by others. He looked around guiltily, then poked Garon beside him with his elbow and smiled obscenely:

"Galon, you can see too. The female officer's breasts are so big, just like a breastfeeding cow! And that big butt, you must be able to give birth to a baby! Hehehe..."

"Little thief, please keep your mouth shut."

"I said, don't call me a little thief, my name is Grey."

“…”

Just as Gallon and Grey were discussing the graceful female officer, the coachman coughed a few times, reminding them not to cause trouble. Gallon and Grey then sat upright and looked serious.

However, the young man whose chin was still on the edge of the carriage saw the corner of the coachman's mouth slightly curled up, as if he also recalled the plump figure and delicate face of the female officer in his mind.

"Go~,Go~,Wait~..." The carriage safely crossed the steep mountain road and headed smoothly towards the seawall road.

The salty and wet sea breeze woke up the boy's chaotic thoughts. The boy's turbid, dim and alien eyes gradually became angry, and he frowned and looked at the rope on his hands.

In this car, only two of them, including himself, were tied up with their hands. Although the others were dressed in rags and old and dirty, they were at least not related to the prisoners.

The boy looked at the red marks on his body, felt his numb legs, endured the pain and asked in a strange but familiar language:

"What the hell happened? I felt my head was heavy, very chaotic, and painful. Hiss..."

The bearded Grey mocked unconcealedly:

"Oh, I was beaten stupid? You accidentally made you so brave that you said in front of her: "The huge treasure chest!"

"You are so awesome! His grandmother is very educated. I haven't reacted for a long time... But this bitch is also cruel enough to make you run all the way. Slow down and you will whip until you faint..."

Gallon did not sarcastically with Grey, his face darkened and analyzed bit by bit:

"We fugitives are now forced to be conquered and labored. If we do well and flatter us, we should be assigned to farms and other places when we arrive in Mongler. Although the farm's work is tiring, it is at least not dangerous.

"But you are miserable. You either go to the front-line battlefield to dig trenches or go to the mine to mine. If you are a little miserable, you will go to some devil cave to die."

When it comes to labor, the other seven people on the carriage became worried. If it weren't for the plague in the Principality of Ulusiran and the difficulty of survival, why would they, the residents of the border, leave their hometowns, cross mountains and ridges, and flee to the Holy Kingdom of Auckland?

They were caught by the Auckland patrol as soon as they crossed the border and were about to be forced to be recruited to Mongler across the sea for labor. But looking at the teenagers who were dying, these refugee workers were in a much better mood.

People always seek comfort from people who are worse than themselves.

The carriage gradually became quiet.

Grey was a thief and a skilled regular criminal. He could not serve in Mongler peacefully. At this time, he was thinking about whether he wanted to escape at the port, or to fly high after arriving in Mongler, or simply become a pirate robbing the world.

There are far more than Grey who plans to plan in his heart.

The eight people in this car were all calculating their own plans. The ninth man, the coachman, was still fantasizing about the unattainable and untouchable female officer.

The boy also recalled something, the turbid and dim eyes became brighter and brighter. The gold in the left eye looked like gold amber; the purple in the right eye was like violet, but this bright light flashed away, and the boy's eyes became dull again, and his expression became listless.

The sweetness of citrus is a little bitter, mixed with the fragrance of basil, and the faint fragrance of wood pulp oils such as basswood and sequoia. This refreshing and pleasant fragrance penetrates the boy's nasal cavity along the wind.

Tat~ Tat~ Tat~

The sound of horse hooves came immediately after the fragrance, and a handsome military horse stepped to the side of the carriage. The saddle hanging with the golden sunshine emblem was very close to the boy's head, and the rider's leather boots were naturally very close to the boy's head.

The owner of the boots saw that the boy looked half-dead, so he didn't take a kick and snorted coldly:

"Hmph, this won't work? Yipeng Cat, your good days have just begun, enjoy it more. "

After saying this, the female officer with gray hair tied with braids gently waved her whip and rode away on the military horse. The carriage was relieved, and the most guilty coachman also breathed a sigh of relief, almost scared to death.

The young man, who was involved, tilted his head in a plain expression, looked at the back riding a military horse, wearing sapphire blue clothing and a citrus fragrance, and remembered her figure firmly in his mind.

"It's so scary! I thought this woman was going to do again!"

"Oh, boy, your good days are over."

“…”

Garon, who had a slightly vicissitudes of appearance, shook his head helplessly, and then asked:

"I haven't asked your name yet. Boy, what are your name?"

A purple light flashed across the boy's dim right eye, and he spoke:

“Eber, Eber Odym.”

The young man who woke up from his dream said to himself in his heart:

"Well, memory is missing a lot, and the rest is basically 'cognition', but as the pieces of memory are pieced together, I gradually understand myself...

"The rest doesn't matter. What's important is that the meaning of my existence is - disguise."

Eber instinctively lowered his head and stared at the corners of the empty carriage.
Chapter completed!