A caravan walking on a flat slate avenue.

The caravan is quite large in scale, with twenty-one chariots used to load goods. The truck is covered with black linen, and the goods are not visible, but from the heavy rolling sound of the wheels, it can be heard that the things loaded by the truck are very heavy.

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

The caravan came from the far north of Tanbus.

All members of the mercenary team rode horses, one of them looked like a teenager, with a brown-haired and blue-eyed look, looking quite energetic and a heroic spirit.

He had a long sword around his waist, a black-skinned scabbard, a white hilt, a short bow behind him, and a small round-skinned shield on his left wrist.

The caravan continued to move forward. Not long after, there was a faint sound of horse hooves coming from the front. More than ten mercenary teams immediately rode their horses to the front, some of them stayed on the flanks, and the other part behind the temple.

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

Not long after, a light cavalry team of about twenty people appeared at the end of the road. Their leather armor was light gray and their chests were covered with golden round-patterned badges.

Seeing their dress, the caravan and the mercenary squad were slightly relieved and gave up the road to the left.

The cavalry squad in front was not moving fast. They came slowly. When they were interspersed with the caravan, more than 20 cavalrymen looked at the caravan and their members with scrutiny.

This made everyone in the caravan feel a little uncomfortable.

But the cavalry team did nothing, they slowly came over and left slowly.

The heroic young man looked back at the cavalry team's back as he left, a little envious.

"The people of the God of Wealth are so unreasonable. There are so many patrol cavalry teams along the way, and they are simply trying to scare people."

A mercenary muttered dissatisfiedly.

Although mercenaries have strong individual strength, they are definitely inferior to regular troops in large-scale group combat.

Therefore, many mercenary squads, even if they encounter regular troops, cannot win even if they have similar numbers. After all, they lack strict discipline and command.

Moreover, the mercenaries dislike regular troops, whether in terms of personal perspectives or positions.

The heroic young man smiled: "Since we entered Holevin, this is the 17th patrol army. The God of Wealth used such elite cavalry to patrol, which was simply too useless."

The mercenaries also felt this way.

"That's not what it said, Lord Airoth." A calm man's voice came in: "From the perspective of a businessman, from the manager of a caravan, the more patrols such as this, the better. How great would it be if the whole world was the place of faith of Goddess of Wokin and the whole world had such a flat road."

The person who talks is the owner of the caravan, Ped.

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

The God of Wealth is now well-known all over the world. According to rumors, the goddess of wealth, Wojin, is the guardian god of all merchants and also the goddess of marriage.

It’s just that the latter divine power is obviously not as practical as the previous divine power.

"If this is the case, we mercenaries will be of no use." Airos smiled.

In Ped's heart, he wanted to say that if conditions permit, who would want to hire a mercenary team to guard the caravan. Not to mention spending a sum of money, if you are not lucky, it is not uncommon to hire such black mercenaries to kill all the caravans in the wilderness and snatch all the goods and money.

This mercenary team was decided after careful selection.

Because of different positions, the values ​​of the guard and the guarded person are different. After chatting for a few more words, the two sides did not communicate again.

Seeing the patrol cavalry of the God of Wealth walk away, the caravan continues to move forward.

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

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

Because of special magical anti-corrosion treatment, this dragon head still looks no different from living.

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

The transportation in Wojin City is very developed, with five or six major roads breaking in each direction. There are endless pedestrians and strange cars on the road.

The caravan was a group of people, looking at the dragon head, and they were all swallowing their saliva.

A mercenary said, "This is my most arrogant city gate warning. With this thing hanging, I can guarantee that no one dares to cause trouble."

Everyone agreed.

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

Airos also noticed Ped's words just now: "Do you think it's too little?"

"Each person has five copper coins, no more."

Airos shrugged. In fact, since he entered Holeven, he felt that this country was a little different.

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

The city of Wojin is very lively, with vendors setting up stalls everywhere and passers-by walking around.

Airos even saw some cats, werewolfs, and even foxes walking around the city.

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

"Are these orc slaves?" Ped also said in confusion.

Airos shook his head: "They don't have a collar around their necks, and they look very comfortable. If they were slaves... they wouldn't have such a relaxed and reassuring expression."

"This city has something to do." As a businessman, Ped naturally felt the deep business atmosphere in the city: "The guard just now told me that the caravan is staying in this city, so it is best to go to the north of the city."

"Will we deliberately let us pass there so as to lead us into the trap?"

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

As a commissioner, his duty is to protect the email, so he naturally has to take into account all unsafe factors.

Airos shook his head: "The possibility is not high. Everyone in this city is relaxed. It seems that this city should be safe."

"I feel so too." Ped nodded: "Compared with the people here, everyone in my hometown looks like a madman with paranoia."

The captain of the squad behind the squad smiled and said, "I am just making suggestions. The decision is in your hands, Lord Ped."

At this time, Airos saw a commotion in a small tavern. Soon two gangs rushed out of the inside and confronted each other in the street.
Chapter completed!