Chapter 175

The blue sky, the dusty road, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers at the tip of the nose. When the pace of spring comes quietly, the whole journey seems to become better.

After saying goodbye to Leia and leaving the border of the Principality of lottel, Loren Turin, who abided by the agreement, finally embarked on the road to eboden and became alone again.

Of course, it's a little wrong to say so, because strictly speaking, he is not "alone". The black haired wizard looks back a little and glances at the exquisite four-wheel carriage behind him. The dark pupils seem to see someone peeping into his sight.

This is a small caravan, with more than a dozen horseback guards and accompanying servants and servants. It has a scale of dozens of people. It looks no different from the caravan that usually appears in the market near villages and towns.

Just after leaving the last town of the Principality of lottel, they accidentally met their black haired wizard. When they heard that they were going to eboden, they were hired as wandering knights and became a caravan escort.

Looking at the bulging linen purse at his waist, the weight alone was heavier than expected - Loren had been a wandering knight with Leonardo Turin for two years, and so many silver coins were enough to hire two or three more mercenaries.

So the other party is definitely not just because of vagrant knights. They must have other reasons to hire themselves, but they don't know yet.

However, considering that the salary was so generous and that he also had to go to eboden, following a caravan would certainly save a lot of trouble than going on the road alone. It seemed that Loren could not find any reason to refuse, so he agreed.

After leaving the Principality of lottel, even the weather seemed much better than before. It was cloudless and clear for several days, which made Loren feel much more comfortable.

"It's amazing, my dear Loren, that you should be so unguarded?"

The scarlet eyes of the black feather eagle on his shoulder blinked, and a very clear "voice" appeared in Loren's mind - it seemed that after swallowing part of mazka's consciousness, Asriel suddenly had this ability, that is, he could maintain the form of a bird and communicate with himself.

"Please forgive my words, but even the heartless guy can see that the caravan leader who hired you must know you are a wizard, and you will promise him?"

"Of course I know, but so what?" Lauren, who was riding on the horse, replied lazily and quietly, "if a black feather eagle can more or less reflect its value as a 'bird', we don't have to follow them, so we don't have to worry about getting lost!"

"... just as you expected, complaining about others has become your habit."

Although the bird has no expression, it seems that Loren can see the aggrieved expression on a young man's face - well, this has become a habit.

The black haired wizard slightly raised his mouth. In fact, whether he got lost or not was not the most important. The reason why he really agreed to each other was because it was a caravan from eboden. In fact, they wanted to return.

In other words, if it goes well, Loren can get a lot of information from the caravan before arriving in eboden. And if you enter eboden as a caravan escort, you can save a lot of unnecessary trouble. You just need to be a good escort.

Just the rumors heard from the caravan guards in recent days have corrected many mistakes in Loren's past understanding - yes, eboden is a city of wizards, but the real ruler of the city has never been wizards, but a group of powerful door valve aristocrats.

Some of these families have fleets that can carry out ocean trade, some control the workshops and chambers of Commerce in the city, and some are the leaders of some mercenaries... In short, they are a group of rich and powerful people who control the power of the whole eboden.

These nobles have strong financial resources and influence in all corners of eboden. If all wizards who have completed their studies want to have a place in this city, they must find one of their families to become their own sponsor, otherwise they will have no future.

This is indisputable - no matter which discipline, research is very expensive. Without a stable and rich source of income, it is impossible to maintain the operation of a laboratory.

Not to mention that this is also the place with the largest number of wizards in the saxophone empire. We can imagine the extent of the competition among wizards, which is absolutely a life and death level.

But similarly, there are also the most generous funders in the Empire - it is conceivable that as long as they can turn their research into tangible results and earn huge profits, these nobles will not be stingy with their gold to fund the work of wizards who are useful to them.

"Do you know what that means?" laughed Lauren, as if he were talking to himself.

"Because research that can be turned into money can be funded, and those that are unlikely to be abandoned?" Asriel's "naive" tone sounded in his mind: "it's really a... Cold and realistic place."

"It's also a place full of dreams, opportunities and adventures." Lauren sighed with some emotion: "I understand why eboden will become a wizard City, and why Dean Peter has to leave and run to the wilderness of vimpar to open a college."

Peter longed for free research without any interference. If he was in eboden, he would not find anyone who would support him. What's his dream without enough money?

There was a sudden sound of hoofs in front of the queue, and the caravan that was moving gradually slowed down. Loren, who has some experience, knows that this is where the Pathfinder in front found a place to camp.

Before long, the caravan came to the Bank of a stream, with a small forest and a flat open land nearby. Several carriages formed a circle on the grass, and the surrounding caravan guards also began to build temporary camps, obviously ready to spend the night here.

Picking up firewood, setting up tents, packing and taking care of horses... The black haired wizard who used to be a servant even missed these familiar ways, and remembered the precarious days of more than two years when he followed the old knight.

"Your Excellency Loren Turin?"

The voice of the middle-aged man came from behind. Lauren, who was still busy setting up a tent, looked back at each other in surprise - he had just heard the man's footsteps, and was constantly reminded by a teenager suspected of "persecution paranoia".

"What can I tell you?" with a formulaic smile, Loren asked the caravan leader, "if it's a campfire, I'll pick up firewood when the tent is finished..."

"No, no, no, you've completely misunderstood. I'm not here to tell you to do those rough jobs." the merchant leader with fat cheeks waved his hand kindly: "I'm here to ask you something, and I hope you can promise."

"Please me one thing?" Lauren raised his eyebrows. "Can you ask what it is?"

"Er... Well, I'm very sorry. I can't tell you until you promise."

"Don't be fooled! He must want to do it!" Asriel's excited voice shouted in Loren's mind: "trust me, Loren, this is a trap. You must not listen to him, or it will be over!"

I believe you, then it's really over... Lauren, with a cold hum, couldn't help but smoke the corners of his mouth.

"Excuse me, what did you just say?" the leader of the caravan asked carefully, "if it's really impossible, I won't trouble you..."

"No, I mean I agreed." the slowly opening black haired wizard smiled and nodded: "since you have been hired, the employer's will is my will.

So, can you tell me what it is now? "