The caravan was ready to leave early in the morning.
When Vivian woke up, Søren had already packed everything and was holding a warm jar in his hand.
"Brother."
Vivian held onto the corner of her clothes and walked over timidly. She whispered: "I was wrong."
"I won't drink in secret anymore."
This bold little girl, how old was she? She actually dared to drink in secret. Søren originally wanted to scold her, but when he saw the little girl's pitiful appearance, he couldn't help but say with a dark face: "Don't do it again!"
"If you do it again."
"Then I'll hit your butt with the board."
The little girl quietly sighed in relief. When Søren wasn't paying attention, she stuck out her tongue playfully and obediently followed him downstairs. Yesterday, she was also curious. She didn't know why so many people liked to drink. Originally, she just wanted to give it a try. She didn't expect that after just a few sips, she would feel dizzy and drunk.
Fortunately, her brother didn't scold her.
Vivian reached out and touched her butt. She was slapped in a daze yesterday, and it still hurt a little this morning.
It seemed like her brother was really angry!
In the future.
She definitely couldn't drink anymore.
The little girl secretly warned herself, and then followed Søren to the hall.
Søren didn't drink.
Sometimes, he didn't even touch a drop of alcohol.
Alcohol was a Thief's most fatal poison. It would reduce a Thief's Perception, Willpower, and Agility. It would make them lose their vigilance and at the same time, affect their clarity of mind. Perhaps some Warriors could slightly increase their fighting strength after drinking, but once a Thief drank, their original advantage would be completely lost. Søren once saw a Half-Legendary Thief get chopped into pieces by two Level 6 Rookies. The reason was that this guy drank himself into a drunken stupor.
All professions that relied on skills had to ensure that they had a clear mind at all times!
If he needed to relax, Søren would borrow the Halfling's tobacco. There was a time when he carried a sandalwood pipe with him.
The distillation method invented by the wizards had been popularized for a long time.
Alchemy's potion purification techniques had long been used on alcohol, and there were some strong liquors that even legendary professions could not withstand.
…
Søren opened the jar.
After simmering for an entire night, the aroma inside was very strong. Even the others couldn't help but look over when they smelled the aroma.
Søren smiled as he poured out a big bowl. He first gave a portion to Vivian, then gave it to the guards of the caravan. These days, the food was prepared by the caravan, so it was only right for them to have a taste. Søren asked the hotel to prepare some fried eggs and two big bowls of thick porridge. The journey was tough, so Vivian had to eat more. The mysterious mistress of the caravan also came down at the same time. She sat down across from Søren after smelling the aroma and poured herself some of the wine. Her casual behavior made it hard for Søren to refuse.
"Shouldn't you take off your veil when eating?"
Søren lowered his head and continued eating. "Don't you find it inconvenient?"
The mistress of the caravan elegantly picked up the spoon and gently blew on it. Her veil fluttered a little, revealing her sharp chin. "I'm used to it," she said calmly.
"It's not bad."
"I didn't expect you to be so talented."
She actually ate very little.
She only took a few bites before putting it down. She glanced at Søren and then at the little girl who was busy eating.
Wheeze! Wheeze!
The little girl was eating happily.
She was not picky when it came to food. She would find it delicious if it tasted slightly better.
He didn't know why.
The mysterious mistress of the caravan was more talkative than before. She even tried to talk to Søren while she was eating, which made him feel like she was hiding evil intentions.
"Food shouldn't be wasted."
Søren quickly finished his food. He raised his head and looked at the mistress of the caravan in front of him. He naturally reached out for her bowl and poured the leftover food into his own bowl. It was a very rude and frivolous behavior. It could even be said that he was flirting with her, especially when it came to a noble lady like her.
The mistress of the caravan was embarrassed and angry.
Her plump chest heaved up and down inconspicuously for a moment before she gradually calmed down.
Something was wrong.
Søren was still eating in silence. He acted like a stingy and thrifty person. He even snuck a peek at the mistress of the caravan's breasts, which looked like a poor disguise. However, he was now much more cautious of the mistress of the caravan. She was still looking at him with a sense of superiority. She was neither cold nor indifferent to him all the way here. It was impossible for her to suddenly become so close to him. Judging from her behavior just now, this kind of behavior obviously made her angry, but she endured it. Wizards were a group of very rational people. She must be plotting something, and it shouldn't be him. The only possibility was Vivian.
Did she notice the little girl's amazing talent?!
…
It was obvious.
Søren's judgment was correct.
After the caravan set off, the mistress of the caravan pretended to casually ask about their past.
This sort of word-of-mouth technique was nothing to a Thief.
Søren easily saw through her intentions, but he couldn't tell if she was being nice or not.
It was the best possibility.
She must have noticed Vivian's amazing talent and wanted to take her in as an apprentice. That was why she purposely got close to them and wanted to know more about their past.
However, there was also the possibility that she had other intentions. It was quite possible that she had other intentions.
Søren found it hard to trust a stranger.
Especially a witch.
'Should we leave?'
This was the thought that crossed Søren's mind as the caravan set off.
The Northern Witches were not kind beings. If he waited for her to open her mouth and refuse, she might get angry.
Wizards were not to be judged by common sense.
There were many 'Frankenstein's' in this group. Most of the time, wizards didn't like to be reasonable.
At least not until you had the ability to reason with them.
They didn't like to be reasonable!
Spellcasters always had a sense of superiority in their hearts, and it was even more so for a witch with a high status.
After all, they were women.
However, they were now very close to Whiterun City. Once they reached the city, they would naturally part ways. The caravan would need to go from the south to the north, while Søren would need to go to Autumnfall and then to the Forest of Dreams to enter the Elven Kingdom. If they rashly left now, it might backfire and make it seem as if they had ulterior motives.
The journey was very peaceful.
In the range of human activities, the number of monsters would naturally be a lot less.
The caravan also met a group of bearded dwarves on the way. There was an Iron Ridge Mountain north of here, which used to be the territory of the Ogres. Later, a group of dwarves moved there and finally built a city there. The Iron Ridge Dwarves would trade with other nearby races, mainly humans and half-elves. They would exchange high-quality weapons for liquor and food. Dwarves were creatures that did not like farming. They would rather face hard stones than dig for food in the mud.
Among all the races.
It seemed that only humans were the most willing to farm, and only they liked to cultivate carefully.
Orcs could farm?
Don't joke around. They just scattered seeds in the ground and waited for their luck this year.
If they had the time to cultivate carefully, they might as well kill two beasts.
At least they could eat meat.
As for the elves, no one thought that this group of creatures that pursued beauty would be willing to cultivate in the mud.
Even if the mud meant fertile land.
…
Traveling could be boring sometimes.
Especially when nothing special happened. Things did not always happen, so at that time, all you needed to do was to keep moving toward your destination.
It was also a good thing that nothing happened.
Because unexpected events in the wild always meant trouble and could even lead to death.
So.
When the caravan finally reached the vicinity of Whiterun, both the merchants and the guards could not help but breathe a sigh of relief because they had reached the final destination of their journey. The caravan would stay in Whiterun for nearly a month. During this time, the merchants would disperse and do their own things. They would sell all kinds of goods in their hands and buy things that they thought could make money in the vicinity of Whiterun. Some of the merchants would also organize small groups to go to the half-elven villages here. The goods in their hands were obviously elven, and occasionally, they could be sold at a high price to the nouveau riche.
The villages were everywhere.
When the merchants were done with their business, they would gather together and take a detour back to the North. Along the way, they would pass by the seaside. The merchants in the North would sell some of their goods and bring new seafood to the North.
This should be the end of the journey.
Søren took the Kindler that he got from selling the ankhegs and left. The others would continue their journey of making money if Søren did not hear any bad news.
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