Dream Life

July 3.

The morning of the second day out of my home village of Rasmore. I'm leaving here today after 8: 00 a.m. Kilnarek.

The destination is the village of Bowden, 30 km away.

From Kilnarek to the village of Bowden, they say, it is a relatively easy itinerary because the deep forest does not continue, but through the meadows and some small forests in between.

Still, it will be the first time for me to enter a land not protected by the Lockhart family.

Kilnarek isn't strictly in Lockhart territory either, so our house isn't protecting it. But the number of demons and bandits is considerably lower than elsewhere, thanks to its adjacency to Lockhart territory.

(Enter dangerous land for the first time. Japan, and me who lived all in safe land with the village of Rasmore, is it ok......)

I packed my bags nervously and headed in front of a commercial guild to join Norton's merchant squad.

About thirty minutes before departure, the carriage was already pulled out and the horses were connected.

Near the carriage, Norton and Byron, the captain of the escort, had a meeting.

We'll come closer to say hello to the two of us.

I raise my hand and say, "Good morning, Lord Norton, Byron," in a bright tone.

Norton lowered his head with a merchant-like grin, and Byron has lowered his head feeling somewhat nervous and pissy.

Looks like Guy's gonna have a final meeting with the Nortons, so I'll have him standing by.

"We haven't changed near the center of the merchant army. The carriage of carriages is ten. Lord Byron leads the way, and Lord Curtis, the deputy captain, rears the line. Basically, we specialize in distance support..."

Byron nods and Norton bows his head, "Dear Zacharias, Dear Jakes, Regards,"

In the explanation Guy gave me last night, if there is a raid, follow Byron's instructions and provide support with a bow and magic. If it is determined that the number is high and unfavourable, it may abandon the merchant army and flee.

Demons and bandits alike, all rewards for the enemies this one has defeated will be ours. Instead, the Byrons cannot claim their rights over the enemies defeated by mercenaries. It should be noted that we will discuss what we have jointly defeated.

Even if trouble makes camping necessary, you don't need a sleeping number. Instead, you need to procure your own tents, food, etc.

Other detailed arrangements have been made.

As far as I'm concerned, I don't think I need the reward for defeating my enemy, but when I told Guy about it, he smiled and told me the truth.

"It means you recognize us as a force of war. It seems significant that yesterday, Master Zach showed Lord Byron his strength. He said Zach talked about the tavern last night..."

If we are not a force of war, defeating our enemies will not reward us. Because if we get our hands on it badly and we're as confused as we are, we'd better stay put and do nothing. Giving them a reward would have given the enemy the ink to aggressively attack them.

(I see. All four of us are good at ranged attacks. If we don't even misfire on our allies then it's not that hard to work together. So I guess that means aggressively attacking me...)

By the way, as for healing magic, the reward has not been determined. Depending on the circumstances, Byron or Norton will offer a special reward.

8: 00 am.

The merchants departed at the signal of Captain Byron.

Ten horse carriages start to move slowly, and we enter between the fifth and sixth.

Exit the city's north gate and exit onto Ars Street. Besides our merchants, there were several wagons, and there was a long line of wagons on the street.

Byron, who leads the way, is about fifty meters from us. The length of the wagon is about five to six meters per square foot, which is about 10 meters per square foot, considering the spacing between the front and rear. I mean, our merchant squad is nearly a hundred meters long.

(You have more distance than I thought. There are sixteen mercenaries, including Byron. Including us, there are only twenty escorts. Even a little wolf herd seems like it could damage it, but how do we deal with it?

I was thinking about that while I was guarding my surroundings.

But Liddy, who advances the horse beside me, talks to me in a relaxed atmosphere with a mixed nose.

"If I were so nervous from now on, I wouldn't have it until I got to my destination. Tighten where you should at times like this. If you don't feel like loosening where you loosen it, you won't be able to help when it's critical."

"Mr. Lydia is right. Caution should be exercised in the woods, between the hills, on the roads, etc. You can sleep on a horse in a plain like this."

That's what Liddy and Guy tell me, pulling out a little shoulder strength.

(That being said, it's my first trip... so let's just say I enjoy the landscape a little bit...)

If you look around you, you can see the Gothic rocks of the Fatas River on your left. Black rocks on columns line up, dark greens and brown river surfaces create ink painted shades.

When you look at your right hand, the rugged peaks of the Aquila Mountains take in the summer sun, the yellow-green plains and the deep green of the mountains, the white rocks of the crumbling cliffs and the bright white entrance clouds on the mountains show stunning shades.

(Capocapo and marching horses. A wagon that makes a ragged noise and goes on. If this is all it is, it's peace itself, but there are armed mercenaries around, so that sounds unbalanced)

Once an hour, he took a short pause and arrived at the square, which hit the midpoint around noon.

The square merely flattened the meadow ground, not particularly with facilities, but about a hundred m square. On the north side of the square there was a beautiful stream, with the towing horses of the merchants who had already arrived drinking water.

Byron's explanation was that we would take a break here for about an hour.

I get off the horse and stretch a lot.

Though it pinches a small pause, a ride you're unfamiliar with can strain your thighs and hips.

Since I have been learning equestrianism for the past year or so, I can also walk (gallop) in flat places like roads and meadows. Still, I was quite tired because I hadn't experienced a lot of long horseback riding.

(Sometimes you traveled yesterday, and you didn't have time to feel tired. So maybe you slept so well)

Guy takes the horse's reins and goes to give him a drink of water.

Me, Liddy, and Sharon were wiping sweat in the creek. Fresh streams flowing from the mountains are cold and comfortable for a flaming body.

Wipe the sweat, refresh, and prepare lunch.

I add water to the pan and use the magic of the pseudo-perche effect to boil the water.

"God of Fire (Ignis), who commands fire. I ask for your strength, for the movement of heat. I do not give my life to you. Perche Effect"

(That was surprisingly user-friendly magic. It's easy to cool things down, and it's easy to heat them up. I prefer not to use the first fire... including the name, the spell is not very subtle, but this is strange because it still consumes less than half the magic (MP))

Although this pseudoperce effect increases the image of the heat absorption point and the heat dissipation point, allowing rapid heating and cooling. For that matter, the amount of magic consumed increases, but only uses less than a dozen parts of magic compared to the attack magic of the same fire attribute magic, the ball of fire (fireball), to such an extent that there is little problem.

Furthermore, in the perche effect in electricity, the heat dissipation side adds power consumption to the heat absorption side, but in the perche effect in magic, the heat dissipation side = heat absorption side, which is a complete reversible reaction, so the magic consumption is not so different in heating or cooling. However, it also acts as a heat pump that uses ambient heat when heating, so it is more efficient than cooling on hot days like today.

With that in mind, I hold my hand in the pan and boil the water. Then, somewhat boiling, add dried meat and salt to it to roughly taste. When the flavour is seasoned, throw in the dried flavoured vegetables and simmer further.

This is what I used to make when I went into the woods with Rob the Hunter. Such an out-of-the-box dish, but good enough for a short break to eat.

While simmering, bring a water bottle to the heat absorbing side. Then the herbal tea in the water bottle cools down and becomes about the temperature of the drink.

Byron peeked intriguingly at me for wondering if I was holding hands in the pot.

"I wondered what they were doing and I didn't know they were using magic to cook..."

Byron, who understood what I was doing, was stunned by the use of magic in cooking.

"It's convenient. You want me to cool the water in the water bottle?

When I said that lightly, Byron came out with a water bottle like a snack.

If I let the water in the water bottle cool to about five degrees, I would round my eyes to its coolness.

"But Master Zacharias is insane...... excuse me, you're amazing. I've never heard a magician use magic in anything like this."

Let Byron tell you that ordinary magicians don't use magic for nothing because it saves them magic (MP). Being a terrible sorcerer can even stop attacking at will at your discretion while you are fighting your enemies.

(I guess you want to leave an MP when you have to. If you can see the amount of MP left like me, I guess you won't mind that much......)

With that said, Byron was starting to speak respectfully to me from yesterday's demonstration at the training ground.

Even if I say I don't need respect, I won't go along with "This is serious". At least Guy is convinced, so I'm putting it through, but when Byron, who feels unreliable, uses his salutation, I find it extremely uncomfortable. Maybe I used to serve some country, including just doing it, because it's not deliberate.

By the time Byron returned to look around, Guy came back after taking care of the horse.

Sharon lays a sheet on the ground, secures a place to sit, and has lunch with a dried meat soup made in a small pot and a sandwich made in the inn, plus a cold, chilled herbal tea.

Our grace while you don't know? lunch was the focus of attention of the merchants. In particular, the mercenaries hear that the captain, Byron, had the water cooled down, and look at it with interest.

Lunch was satisfying enough, except for the pasty sandwich bread.

I still have more than half an hour to go, so I fall asleep on the spot.

Looking up at the sky, the clear blue sky widens, and I hear white clouds and larky-like little birds squealing, reminding me of the gardens of Museum Hill.

And then, looking to the side, Liddy was looking depressingly at the hood of his cape.

I said, "Do you want to take the hood off?," he asked.

"Yeah. I'll be in trouble later...... I'll be fine. I haven't worn this outfit in a long time, so it's just a little depressing. You'll get used to it soon."

There's still an old trauma, he doesn't seem to want to expose his face in front of a lot of people, especially the men. In the village of Rasmore, there were no undelivered people hanging a little on her, my grandfather's eater, and there was nothing to hide her face from, even as she walked around the village in patrol classes.

(Maybe you should think of something. Whatever it takes, I feel sorry for this......)

He didn't hide his face when he was with his grandfather in Periclitle, but no one hung a little on his grandfather, who had been named as a swordsman since that time.

(I guess I just need to be strong and be recognized, but that takes time...)

With nothing in mind, the break was over and the merchants went back to the streets again.