The night passed quickly.
When Søren woke up and was about to bring Vivian to buy a mount, he noticed that there were many more guards in Amber City than before. Even the 9th Division, which had been stationed near the Black Boar Forest, had been called back. This was the best division in Amber City. There were 126 of them in total, and most of them were warriors with professions above Level 8. There were also a few rangers, priests, and barbarians. They were all middle-grade professions, and any one of them could easily wipe out a guild.
Among Amber City's 1,200-strong standing army, they were one of the best elite troops in the city.
"What's going on?"
Søren picked up Vivian and looked at the panicked crowd. He frowned and asked, "Did something happen again?"
At that moment.
A dark-skinned young man suddenly shouted from afar.
"Hey!"
He quickly pushed through the crowd and ran to Søren, panting, "I finally found you."
"Luckily, I heard that you wanted to buy a mount yesterday, so I waited at the Mule Market. Otherwise, you would've missed it."
"Don't ask."
"Follow me. I'll tell you more on the way."
The young man in front of Søren looked familiar. He remembered that he was one of the people he met in the caravan when he was looking for the Whiterun caravan. He seemed to be the servant of the owner of the caravan.
Why was he waiting for him here?
Weren't they supposed to leave tomorrow? Did they change their mind?
"What's going on?"
Søren thought for a while and asked, "Why are you waiting for us here?"
"The owner is leaving."
The dark-skinned young man pushed through the crowd and quickly said, "The owner said he was leaving early this morning, and the manager was sent to sell the goods. “
The owner still remembered the promise, so he sent me here early in the morning.
The caravan is leaving at noon today. "
"Let's go."
"It's over there!"
The tanned young man led Søren through several turns and soon arrived at the North Gate of Amber City. There were already a lot of people gathered there, and there were also dozens of large carriages parked around. A group of fully armed guards were scattered around. They had been following the caravan for more than three months, and they were all from the merchants' hometowns. This was a typical caravan from the North, but there was something special about it. Their leader was a woman, a woman from Tanara.
"Descendants of witches!"
Søren could hear the complaints of some of the merchants in the north. They were basically saying that they didn't earn the money they were supposed to earn by selling their goods in such a hurry. They might even lose a lot of money.
However …
Although these merchants said so, they still ordered their workers to move the goods down.
The Northern Witches had a very high reputation!
In the eyes of the Northlanders, they were incomparably noble. Not only were they powerful and mysterious, but they also had the ability to predict the future!
"It's here."
The dark-skinned young man stopped and took a deep breath. "The caravan will set off at noon today. I'll bring you here to see the place."
"There's still half a day before we leave."
"If you want to come with us, you should go and prepare your things now."
"If you want to wait until tomorrow, my master said that you can go to Butler Fodery. He will refund you the deposit."
Leave now?
Søren couldn't help but frown. He thought to himself, Could it be that the witches also foresaw that the skinning incident would escalate?
"But why the hurry?"
It's only a day's time! Could it be that there's going to be a major change within a day? "
Let's not think too much about it.
It's better to be safe than sorry. So what if it's a day earlier?
Søren immediately nodded and carried Vivian's petite body on his back. He said in a deep voice, "I'll go back to get my things and meet you at noon."
"Okay."
The tanned young man nodded and said seriously, "Then you better come early."
"My master always means what he says!"
"If you're late, the caravan won't wait for you."
Søren nodded and carried Vivian back to the slums. There was still some time before noon, so he could still go back to get his things. However, he didn't have much time to choose a mount. Søren could only raise the price to 20 Kindler coins and buy a strong traveling horse from other caravan merchants.
On the other side.
There was a large carriage in the middle of the caravan. A typical Northland merchant with a big beard walked into the carriage respectfully and knelt on the ground. "Master."
"We've sold all the goods."
"But because of the tight schedule, we've only earned less than 30% of our original profit."
"At the same time, we won't have enough time to purchase the goods. We'll lose even more profit at the next stop."
"The merchants below are complaining."
There was a gauze curtain in the carriage. It was very spacious inside, and there was enough room for a table.
There were exquisite carpets and fabrics on all sides, and there were strange patterns on the walls. He could vaguely see the figure of a beautiful woman. She was lying lazily on the couch with a thin veil on her face. Her blue eyes were focused in front of him. It was a card that was pinched between her fingers. On the back of the card, there was a mysterious magic pattern that looked like a whirlpool.
"I can smell the scent of death."
The mysterious woman threw away the card and casually picked up a deck of tarot cards. On the card was a ferocious skeleton knight. She coldly said, "If anyone wants to stay, they can leave the caravan on their own."
"Otherwise."
"Tell them to shut up!"
The bearded merchant nodded and got up from the floor. He said respectfully, "I'll tell them your order."
A tired sigh sounded.
The mysterious woman lay lazily on the long table. She held her head with one hand and pondered. She waved her hand and said, "You may leave."
"Tell them not to stay."
"Walk until the moon is high in the sky, then find a place with water to set up camp."
A respectful response came from outside. The bearded merchant passed the message to the leader of the caravan guards. Then, the leader nodded with a serious expression and began to order the other guards to prepare the things. If they didn't stop on the road, everyone would have to bring food. This was a rare situation because the caravan would rest after walking for a while.
If they kept walking, even the cows and horses that pulled the caravan wouldn't be able to take it.
They would be exhausted the next day, and they might even die from exhaustion. This order was only given to them under special circumstances.
Walking from noon until the moon was high in the sky for twelve hours without stopping was not a simple task.
…
Søren immediately returned to the slums.
He packed up his things and brought Vivian to the horse market. He was going to buy a traveling horse at a 30% higher price.
Originally, he planned to say goodbye to the priestess at the Dawn Temple, but things happened so suddenly that he didn't have time to think about it.
He only hoped that they would meet again in the future.
Søren didn't have much time, from packing his things to buying a traveling horse. He arrived just before the caravan set off at noon.
A bearded manager of the caravan told him a few words and then ordered the others to set off.
The manager's words were simple. The caravan would go all out today and wouldn't stop until the moon was high in the sky. If they couldn't keep up with the caravan, they would be arranged to sit on a large cart. Many of the caravan's goods were sold off at a cheaper price. There was even a merchant from the Northern Lands who complained that he had only received two-thirds of the price for the goods that he had sold at a reduced price.
If they left in such a hurry, they wouldn't even receive one-third of the goods!
No one cared about him.
When the time was up, the entire caravan started to move quickly. The workers climbed onto the caravan and began to drive the cows and horses forward.
The guards of the caravan had already started to lead the way.
Their job wasn't simply to follow the caravan. Only experienced adventurers were qualified to be the guards of the caravan because they acted as scouts to some extent when traveling in the wild. They would check if there were any monsters nearby, if there was any danger, if there was a need to change the route, if the caravan could pass through, if the caravan needed to be cleaned up in advance, if there were any holes in the road that would affect the caravan's progress, and so on.
These tasks were all done by the guards of the caravan!
They simply followed the caravan and waited for enemies to surround them before drawing their swords to cut them down.
That was a scene from a third-rate story.
It was purely to set off the main characters who wanted to show off their skills. That was why the guards of the caravan were written in such a way!
They had to travel in the wild all year round.
Even if they were an idiot, as long as they could survive, they would be trained to be an expert!
The level of the guards of the caravan wasn't low.
…
(PS: Let's fight for the first place tomorrow. What do you guys think?)
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