Julien waved her hand and said: "This is just a private conversation between you and me, there is no need for anyone else to know. You know very well that Amon is from a foreign country, and the scrolls left behind by Nero are very precious, and he may also know something that should not be said. If one day a conflict breaks out with a neighboring country, you do not want to see those scrolls on the battlefield, do you? … In addition, instead of reminding me, Lord Dick, it is better to care about the nephews of the Ramose family. You should know better what some of them are thinking. "
Rod-dick nodded: "Thank you for the reminder, Lord Dick. I said these words today, in fact, for your sake."
Julien smiled again: "Thank you for your consideration, Lord Dick. Fortunately, I understand your noble character, everything is for my own good. If it were someone else, they might be puzzled. "
Rod-dick stood up and said: "Sorry to disturb your rest, I will take my leave first. I wish us a happy cooperation in Cape States."
Rod-dick had already understood that Julien might make a move against Amon, which was not what he wanted to see. But Rod-dick could not stop Julien from doing something that he had not yet done, and even if he did, he would not admit it. Julien only promised that no matter what happened, it would be done in secret and not in public, so that the honor of Rod-dick and the city would not be damaged.
If Julien really made a move against Amon, what could Rod-dick do? As Julien asked, if there was anything between the supreme mage and Amon, who would Rod-dick protect? There was no need to answer this question.
Rod-dick had already tried to dissuade Julien, but if he failed, he could only choose to compromise and pretend that he did not know. Let's hope that Amon is already far away. Let's wish the boy good luck. Since he was able to survive that great flood, let's wish him a smooth escape this time.
When Rod-dick returned to the mansion, he saw that the coconut shell box that Aristotle had sent was still on the table in his bedroom. He felt a little ashamed and silently prayed to the gods. Then, he added a generous gift and ordered someone to send the coconut shell back to Aristotle along with the box.
…
On the official road leading to the border east of Cape States, there was a carriage galloping along. The coachman was a strong warrior. The curtains of the carriage were drawn, so it was impossible to see who was sitting inside. There were also three warriors following on fast horses. It looked like a wealthy merchant and his bodyguards were transporting something valuable.
However, upon closer inspection, one would find that the carriage was very light and sturdy. The horse pulling the carriage was also one in a hundred, and it ran very fast. Obviously, the warriors had received strict training. Their horsemanship was excellent. They also had a change of horses, as if they were traveling at full speed.
No one knew that the man in the carriage was Julien's confidant, Vitru. The warrior in the front was Julien's personal guard, Havon. They were the team that Julien had sent to hunt down Amon.
They had been traveling for more than half a day. At a fork in the road, Havon suddenly reined in his horse and stopped. The carriage also stopped. Vitru lifted the curtains and asked, "Havon, what's wrong? Why did you stop?"
Havon jumped off the horse and said in a low voice, "The target's carriage might have turned to the seaside. I need to confirm it."
The coachman asked curiously, "Captain, how do you know the target has turned to the seaside?"
"It hasn't been raining recently. The target's carriage has only been there for less than a day. We can still see the ruts in many places. We just need to check the front and the sides carefully."
The coachman asked again, "But there are a lot of ruts here."
The coachman was Julian's nephew, and he had a lot of questions. Havon didn't want to waste his breath explaining. He pulled out his saber and slashed at the wheel, leaving a shallow dent. "Drive the carriage forward for some distance, then come back and look at the ruts you left behind." Havon said.
The warrior named Shute really drove the cart for a distance. Then, he got out of the cart and looked back. The ruts left in the mud would leave a mark at every distance. Some were blurry, while others were clear. If one looked carefully, they could always be found. Every chariot's wheels would have bumps and bruises on them, so the ruts had their own unique markings. Havon's eyesight was very good. Even though he was riding on a fast horse, he could still accurately spot the marks left by Amon's chariot.
Amon did not go to the border as people had expected. Instead, he turned to the north, which was the road leading to the port town. Vitru and the others chased after him. They had set out half a day later than Amon. It wasn't too long, but it wasn't too short either. They could still see the ruts on the road. There was no fork in the road, so they just had to speed up.
After half a day, it was already afternoon. The warriors could still hold on, but the horses were tired. They had to change horses and continue. Vitru sat in the carriage and said, "The sun is about to set. That guy should stop and rest. We're very fast. We should be able to catch up with him when he's camping at night."
Havon shook his head and said, "He's not slow either. His carriage and horses are in good condition. We can see that he's running at full speed. We've been chasing him for a whole day, but we haven't gotten any closer. His driving skills are very good." This was an interesting misunderstanding. Amon was a fast runner, but he wasn't good at driving. But he was using the whip given to him by Enril. All he had to do was gently whip the whip in the air, and he could control the horse with ease. It was much easier than a skilled coachman.
Vitru frowned, "Doesn't he need to rest?"
Havon replied, "He's driving a light carriage. Both horses are good. Tashun Wellington gave them to him. He needs to rest, but don't forget that we also need to rest. We're in the mountains after dark. We can't run at night. We're already half a day behind. Even if he's camping at night, we won't be able to catch up with him tomorrow. "
Vitru said, "Then we must hurry. If he gets to the port, we won't be able to catch up with him. There's something wrong with him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have run away like this. Lord Julien is too wise."
They didn't stop to rest until it was too dark for them to catch up with Amon. At daybreak, they changed horses and set out again. Julien's personal guards were only there to protect the mage. Apart from showing off their strength, they didn't suffer much hardship. Of course, it was hard work to travel at such a high speed. Vitru was in the carriage. Fortunately, the rest of them were advanced warriors, so they were able to hold on.
What they were worried about didn't happen. After another day of chasing, they found that Amon's carriage had changed direction again. This time, it was heading back to the west. It was a road along the coastline, bypassing the city of Cape and heading towards the neighboring city of Tnis.
Vitru was puzzled. He asked Havon, "What's wrong with this Amon? Does he want to go to Dannis instead of leaving the border?"
Havon thought for a moment, "That's the direction he's going. But he's not going to Dannis. Maybe he wants to go somewhere else."
Vitru asked, "He's running all the way to Dannis. Why doesn't he leave the territory of Eygut?"
Havon shook his head, "He's rich. He doesn't even have a bodyguard. Of course he wants to leave as soon as possible. He probably doesn't know that we're chasing him. He's just being cautious. Just as Lord Julien said, he must have some secrets. "
Amon didn't know that someone was following him, but he had considered the possibility. Therefore, after he left Cape, he headed east. He traveled at a fast speed and took a detour in a deserted place. Normally, he would be able to get rid of his pursuers. However, he didn't expect to run into Havon's group, who were chasing him from behind.
It wasn't easy riding for several days. The warriors were tired. On the third day, they took turns to rest in the carriage. Their speed gradually slowed down. Amon slowed down as well. His horse was also tired. He maintained the same distance for about half a day.
The road they took led to the city of Dannis. Havon wasn't worried that Amon would run away. After all, he needed to rest in the city. As long as he stayed for a day, he would be able to catch up. There were more and more towns along the way. There were also many carriages and pedestrians. The tracks of the carriages couldn't be seen clearly. Along the way, Havon asked if there was a luxurious carriage passing by. The driver was a young man.
Many people had an impression that the carriage Amon was driving belonged to Tushun Wellington. The only difference was that it didn't have the noble decorations and family insignia, so it was indeed very conspicuous on the road. According to the information he got and the intermittent tracks, Amon was getting closer and closer.
Julien's nephew, Shute, asked Havon again, "Captain, since you can find the tracks and there are no forks in the road, why do you keep asking?"
Havon explained patiently, "People can change carriages, and carriages can also change drivers. We're chasing people, not carriages. So far, Amon hasn't changed carriages. His carriages and horses are very good. It seems that he doesn't know that we're chasing him. "
As they continued to chase, Havon discovered something. Halfway through the journey, Amon camped in the dense forest. The next day, he couldn't find any traces of the carriage, but the tracks were still there.
The reason was simple. Amon knew that the carriage he was riding in was very conspicuous. When he crossed Cape from the north, he was worried that someone would accidentally recognize him, so he made some small modifications to the carriage. He had been taught by Crazy 'Ole. Although he hadn't processed magic artefacts yet, it was easy for him to change the carriage's appearance.
The surface of the luxurious wood had been blackened and yellowed. It looked a little old and looked like an ordinary carriage. The shed had also been modified, removing unnecessary decorations. The color was also different from the original. Amon was cautious enough to avoid detection, but Havon and the others were still following him. The distance between them was getting closer and closer.
Havon followed the tracks and asked along the way. Finally, he found out that Amon's carriage had changed its appearance. Some of them still remembered the driver. He was a young man, driving with a whip in his hand. There was a branch on the shaft of the carriage.
At noon, Havon estimated that they would enter the city of Dannis by dusk. On the road in the wilderness, they found another set of tracks. Vitru lifted the curtain and asked, "How far are we from the target, Havon?"
"We're getting closer," answered Havon. "Only a few dozen miles away."
Vitru waved his hand, "Shute, stop the carriage. I'll use magic to track him. This distance should be enough."
Vitru got off the carriage and walked to the track. He took out an object. It was a parangon with a pedestal, like a lamp. The pedestal was engraved with the pattern of a magic circle. Vitru held the parangon in one hand and waved his staff with the other. The parangon shone brightly, as if a lamp had been lit. A circle of light spread out from the parangon.
The image of the ruts was reflected in the aperture, constantly changing. The ruts extended forward intermittently, as if they were chasing after Amon's carriage at full speed. Before long, a carriage appeared in the circle of light. The image changed to show the front of the carriage. The trackers finally saw Amon. The stranger was still wearing the old clothes he wore when he first arrived in Cape States. He had a whip in his hand and a branch on the shaft of the carriage.
The warriors praised him in unison, "Lord Vitru, we finally found him … Look, there's a town ahead of him. He might stop there to rest. Let's speed up. We'll catch up with him in no time."
Vitru was an excellent sixth-level mage. He could already use advanced magic, but he couldn't use both detection and tracking magic at the same time. He had to rely on a magic artefact to do it. As a senior priest from the Temple of Isis, he was naturally rich.
Vitru put away the magic artifact with a complacent look on his face. He smiled and said, "Don't do it in the town. We'll outflank him and wait for him to leave the town. Then we'll capture him in the wilderness. This guy is really hard to deal with. Fortunately, he met me and Captain Havon. Otherwise, he won't be able to escape. "
… …
A town appeared in front of them. Amon slowed down the carriage. He sat on the shaft and gently caressed Schrödinger. Then he took out a bottle of wine and fed it to Schrödinger. He had traveled so far with great caution. No one should be able to detect him. Schrödinger had been sleeping all this time. Occasionally, he would wake up, yawn, stretch himself, eat something, drink some wine, and then go back to sleep. It seemed that Schrödinger was recovering. Amon was relieved.
However, Schrödinger didn't lick the wine out of habit. Instead, it suddenly opened its eyes. Its fur stood on end, and it arched its body in Amon's arms. It let out a cry and pointed a paw behind them. It was the first time that Amon had heard Schrödinger cry since they met in the desert. It was also the first time that he saw Schrödinger make such a big movement.
At this moment, the cat, which couldn't even be detected by detection magic, seemed to release some kind of aura. Amon's special ability from the Underworld activated. He could sense the emotion in Schrödinger's cry. It sounded like a warning, telling Amon that there was danger behind them.
Amon quickly pulled over and jumped onto the road to look back, but he didn't find anything. He looked up at the sky again. There wasn't even a bird. Schrödinger was still twisting in his arms, as if it was struggling to get down. Amon gently put the cat on the ground. The weak cat stumbled back the way it came, scratching the ground with its paw at regular intervals.
Amon followed and observed carefully. He found that Schrödinger had drawn a line at regular intervals in the ruts. The right wheel of the car he was driving had a triangular gap at some point, and the mark left on the ground was very obvious. Amon suddenly realized something. He picked up Schrödinger, jumped into the car, and rode away.
As the saying goes, a wise man is bound to make a mistake. Amon had no experience in escaping, nor did he realize that he was fleeing. He just habitually did not want to expose his whereabouts, so he did not consider it thoroughly. After Schrödinger's reminder, he realized that the ruts could also be a clue that could be followed.
… …
Vitru and the others galloped to the town. They went around the town and set up ambushes on both sides of the road. Havon entered the town alone to look for Amon. Havon entered the town from another direction with a smile on his face. He didn't find any traces of Amon's carriage, which meant that he was still in the town.
But when Havon entered the town, his face suddenly changed. He saw Amon's carriage in the market. He walked over and asked around, only to find out that not long ago, a stranger had sold the carriage at a very low price, along with the two tired horses. He only exchanged it for the best horse in the market, and it had already galloped out of the town.
Vitru's ambush had failed. Amon had already left. Amon should have entered the city of Danese.
Vitru was flustered and exasperated when he heard the news, "That bastard! Did he know that we were following him? Did he play a trick on me? When we catch him and interrogate him, we'll tear him to pieces! "
Havon's face darkened. He thought for a moment and said, "He might not have known that we were following him. He just erased all traces before he arrived at the city. He's a very cautious man. But it doesn't matter. If he enters the city, we'll still be able to find him. "
Shute couldn't help but interrupt, "Lord Vitru, you can use magic to track him?"
Vitru wanted to glare at him, but he controlled himself and explained, "He's so far away, and there's no detection device. How can I track him?"
Shute asked again, "Captain Havon, if you can follow the ruts of a carriage, can you also follow the footprints of a horse?"
Havon said impatiently, "There are so many people in the city. How can we find his tracks?"
Vitru sneered, "It's already dark. He must be tired after traveling for so many days. He must be staying in the city tonight. I'm a good friend of the mayor of Danese. I'll use Lord Julien's name as an excuse to search the whole city. I don't believe he can hide! "
Havon reminded, "We can't do it in the city. This is a secret operation. Let's keep an eye on him."
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