Chapter 515: Sorta Bandit Trouble

Chapter 515: Sorta Bandit Trouble



For a few days, they boarded a local caravan, transporting unknown goods from South Drywall to Elmuish.

Unlike the two cities Northern had been to since his return from the dark continent, Elmuish was different.

It was no free city or governmental city; instead, it was a city that served as the capital state of the kingdom of Sassex, an old power kingdom.

Nations in the Central Plains are divided into two major categories: the old power and new power.

People often referred to the old power kingdoms as nations whose histories are rooted in the early beginnings of the Central Plains.

You'll find their activity running as deep as the history of the Central Plains goes. Because of this, they tend to carry more political significance and national independence power.

This translates into their military strength, national financial pocket, trade authority, and special resources.

There are some resources that you will find in these old power kingdoms that you won't find elsewhere. Sometimes (not in all nations) their entire ecosystem, down to military power, is often built according to these resources.

These resources are usually normal materials that have been affected by soul essence and the effect of several rifts manifesting in certain areas for an extended duration.

Because of this, the resources have mutated and evolved, becoming something valuable enough to match the importance of the resources that are found in the rifts themselves. Then the new power kingdoms are, of course, newly built and established kingdoms.

They might be financially more stable than even old power kingdoms sometimes, but old power kingdoms would often be found with the resources and sometimes military power. Including the Empire, Central Plains had twelve kingdoms, five of which are old power. Aside from these twelve monarch domains, there exist several cities, clan territories, dark plains, and islands, all of them still a part of the Central Plains.

For example, Arcadia is an island that had solely belonged to the government. The island that the academy was situated on is practically a city of its own.

No governmental or national authority affected this place; it was why the academy was almost like a continent of its own. And also why the Supreme Student Union had an authority that was absolute.

Sassex had seven cities, including Elmuish, and is prominent for its wood.

Called Elderwood Timber.

"Wood? How come wood is what a nation is prominent for?" Northern spoke nonchalantly.

But deeply, he understood what that must mean. However, he didn't want to-for now- display such reasonable understanding.

At least, asking the obvious and not understanding the easily understandable would give Alystren the opportunity to greatly underestimate him.

Although he didn't need to pretend to that extent for Alystren to underestimate him, he was sixteen; everybody underestimates him.

But what doing this would cause Alystren to be is less vigilant around him.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

So, he wouldn't strain to put some pieces of certain puzzles together as to the true reason why he is following them.

'Like hell I would believe Thalen called in a favor with a friend this strong just because he wants to help us?'

"Yes, sir. What do we do?"

Northern narrowed his eyes a bit. 'What do we do?'

"I see, I see... if there's a roadblock, it must mean they are close by."

He turned to Alystren, "They who?"

"Bandits," Shin responded.

"Who wants to vanquish the foes of darkness and make justice reign again?!" He trumpeted,

raising his hands up like a mace of glory for anyone to grab.

Sadly, all three of his cart-mates totally ignored him.

"Uninterested," Northern said.

"I think I'll pass on this one, Mr. Tour Guide."

Alystren's green eyes defeatedly glided towards Ryan.

Snore snore snore

"You weren't sleeping before! Liar!"

"Sir Drifter...?" The man perturbed.

Alystren begrudgingly jumped outside the cart and headed towards the blockade; it was a pile

of logs, stacked on each other.

He angrily kicked them out of the way, sending them flying into the nearby forest both on the

left and right.

Then, with his head oozing hot steams of grudge, he marched back to the cart behind the

main caravan and settled inside, folding his arms like a child.

Northern stared at him blankly before bringing to his attention, "It is important to note that you'll also be the one delivering justice to your foes of darkness."

"What?! That's unfair?"

"Talk about fair... we didn't know we were going to be mercenaries! Don't they charge money

for these things?"