After a pleasant morning in the city of Keane and lunch, Sui Xiong set off for Viscount Samat.
He did not intend to meet the people of Keane, nor did he intend to meet his believers. It was a bit embarrassing for him to do these things in his current identity. Oscar, the Void Mask, was not suitable to intervene in such trivial matters. Crick Keane, the Holy Spirit, was suitable, but it would do more harm than good.
Over the years, his help to Keane Manor had remained at a "friendly" level. Apart from secretly preparing some life-saving trump cards for Anna, Stephen, and Romon, he did not do anything that was eye-catching on the surface. Crick Keane was the Holy Spirit of His Majesty, the Void Mask, and he was actually somewhat unfamiliar with him.
But there was no other way. In many cases, superficial indifference was not a bad thing. On the contrary, too much intimacy would cause trouble.
If Crick paid too much attention to his relatives and friends, although it could provide a lot of convenience in small matters, it would make the really powerful enemies pay attention to them and even target them. In that case, they would be at great risk.
Compared with the risk, a little convenience was really not worth mentioning. It was not wise to let them take such a huge risk for no reason for such a little benefit.
So after careful consideration, Sui finally decided to keep a certain distance from them, and even pretend to be unfamiliar with them on the surface, in order to dispel the idea that some people should not have.
If they could really hurt Crick's feelings, his enemies would naturally not hesitate to attack Keane. But since Crick himself did not care very much, it was very inappropriate to give himself away for this matter.
To put it bluntly, this was also a game.
Life was like a play, and it all depended on one's acting skills.
It would take two days to ride a horse from Keane, the capital of Keane, to Samat Manor, the capital of Samat Manor. If it was a special horse with amazing endurance with the blood of a magical beast, it could reach there in half a day. As for walking, it would take four to five days.
This distance was the minimum distance for a baron's territory. If it was less than this limit, not only would there be a lack of resources, but more importantly, the safety of both sides could not be guaranteed.
With the level of technology in this world, unless one used magic communication devices regardless of the cost, the basic level of communication was almost at the level of "shouting". There was not even a messenger pigeon. Therefore, once a war broke out, if there wasn't enough distance between the two sides' territories, the attacked side wouldn't even have time to gather their troops.
Of course, those who broke the rules would be punished, but what did that have to do with the dead?
Therefore, there had to be a certain distance between the territories of two nobles. This was an unshakable rule.
For Sui Xiong, it was as easy as taking a leisurely stroll in the courtyard to cover the distance that even a special horse needed to run for half a day. After lunch, he went out of the city and arrived at the Samat Manor in about 10 minutes.
He didn't fly or teleport along the way. He walked step by step on the ground. However, it was different from normal walking. Every step he took was equivalent to tens or even hundreds of steps for an ordinary person. Yet, his figure did not flicker at all. He was steady and light as a feather. Even the passers-by on the same road didn't notice anything wrong.
As for whether they would suddenly wake up at some point in the future, and then learn the wonderful magic called "Shrinking Spell" by recalling the way Sui Xiong walked at that time, it would depend on their own luck.
Unlike the city of Keane, the Samat Manor was simple and crude. It was originally just a knight's manor. After Viscount Samat chose it as the capital of his fief, he first used the power of magic to raise the old manor, which was the core of the manor, into the inner city for the lord and officials to live in. Then, he placed people and various buildings around it, forming the outer city. Outside the outer city, there was a thick wooden fence with a barricade. Outside the fence, there was a circle of trenches of considerable width and depth. In order to avoid breeding mosquitoes, the trenches were sprinkled with slaked lime, but they were not filled with water. Instead, there was a special drainage channel.
In general, the manor looked simple and crude, but in fact, whether it was the area it occupied, the layout or the defensive ability, it was actually quite good. Except that it was not very beautiful, there were no other shortcomings.
There were two roads into the manor, both of which were suspension bridges. Heavily armed soldiers guarded on both sides of the suspension bridges. Looking at their burly bodies and fierce expressions, one could tell that they were definitely not ordinary militias. In particular, the cold light that flashed in their eyes from time to time made many civilians feel even more terrified. Not to mention making trouble, few people even dared to laugh.
The black-haired and black-eyed Sui Xiong looked a little special, but it was not eye-catching. He claimed to be a traveler. After paying the entrance tax, he leisurely walked across the suspension bridge under the gaze of the soldiers. He did not seem to be nervous at all.
"There seems to be something wrong with this guy," a soldier whispered. "He is too calm!"
"Of course, he is calm if he is not guilty," the veteran next to him said disapprovingly.
"But … his dress and appearance do not look like a traveler at all!"
"Because he does not look like one, there is no problem," the veteran said with a smile. The veteran smiled and said, "If you were a spy, would you dress up like him and call yourself a traveler?"
"Of course not! That would be like writing 'I am very suspicious' on your face. "
"That's right. Don't treat others as fools." The veteran smiled and patted the shoulder of the new recruit next to him. "Those who dare to do this are either fools or strong people with confidence. This guy does not look like a fool, so of course it is the latter. "
"He's a very powerful expert? Do we need to report it? "
"… Do you think our captain can't see it?"
"You're right …"
The captain they were talking about was one of the important subordinates of Thun Sammat, Landes Tew.
This family name was very strange, both in pronunciation and meaning. Because its owner was not an ordinary person, but a native from the Great Marsh, a half-dragon.
Half-dragons were cold-blooded creatures, with a human-like torso and a head with dragon horns, a big mouth, and sharp teeth. Their bodies were covered with thick scales, which could provide protection comparable to medium or even heavy armor. Their bodies were amazingly strong. Although they were not tall, they were strong enough to wrestle with ordinary magic beasts. However, relatively speaking, their movements were not very flexible. Especially when the weather was cold, they would be a little lazy and sleepy. If it was colder, they would even hibernate.
Because of this, half-dragons liked to live in the south, the further south they were, the better. Sammat's manor was far enough south, so although Captain Landes did not look very energetic, at least he did not intend to hibernate.
He stood in a room on the middle floor of the watchtower, staring through the window at Sui Xiong, who was walking leisurely on the street. His eyes were vigilant and gloomy.
"This man is not easy to deal with." His deputy, a ranger who was close to a senior rank, said.
Landes nodded and said in the common language, "Tell the soldiers to pay more attention to him, but don't disturb him. As long as he doesn't make trouble, we'll pretend we didn't see anything. "
This was a very popular way of doing things. Most of the soldiers in the territory would choose this way when facing a strong person that they could not afford to offend.
Hearing Landes's order, the deputy was shocked and asked in surprise, "Is he really that strong?"
"I'm just worried that we underestimated him," Landes said bitterly. "Although I can't find any evidence, I just feel that he is very strong, super strong, unimaginably strong … Anyway, we should be careful."
Landes's profession was very strange. He was neither a soldier nor a ranger, but a shaman — a spellcaster from the wild world, a special priest who was addicted to the power of the soul and spirit.
Shamans were the core of the wild society. They had many roles, such as sorcerers, priests, doctors, priests, and so on. They could communicate with ancestral spirits, gods, and spirits of nature. As a shaman who was close to the peak of a senior rank, Landes was almost perfect in terms of ability, except that he was a little unlucky.
So for a moment, he vaguely felt that under Sui Xiong's ordinary appearance, there was an unfathomable power.
Landes had to admit that although he was often unlucky, he was quite lucky when it came to critical issues.
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