Chapter 38 The Little Caravan

The villages in the valleys usually seldom communicate with the outside world. Although the outside world has changed to another country, it seems that there has not been much change for them.

The only difference is that there are no bandits who used to collect rent occasionally, and there is a tall bulletin board in the middle of the village.

After entering the village, the caravan and his party first approached the village chief, explained the idea of ​​​​living the night, and paid an inexpensive accommodation fee. Then the village chief pointed them to the mountain spring where the water was drawn, and then warned them not to break into the villagers casually. house and field, and then ignore it.

"I feel that the villagers are relatively indifferent."

Sitting by the warm fire, Mila, the elder of the shadow pull, said to Roland Hill.

"Maybe it's caused by previous experiences." The girl skewered the sliced ​​apples and placed them by the bonfire, ready to bake them warmer before eating them.

"Let me do it, Miss." Mira watched Loren Hill do it herself and wanted to come and help.

"No, it's not particularly troublesome." The girl shook her head and looked at the people around the bonfire.

Now there are several bonfires in the open space, a group of people sit around the bonfire, use the flames to dispel the chill of the night in the mountains, dry the clothes wet during the day, etc., and there is a smell of meat in the distance.

"Those guys are cooking salamander meat, I'll bring it to you."

Compared with ordinary meat, the meat of this monster salamander is tougher, and it took a group of people to cook it for a long time before it was slowly cooked.

Soon after, Mila came over with a small white porcelain bowl with light pink boiled meat slices in it.

"Maybe it's a little hot," Mila reminded.

Roland Hill tasted a piece first, and the meat tasted good after being boiled, but there was nothing special about it.

Then, as most of the meat was cooked, others began to eat it. During this long trip, although the food was not bad, everyone still didn't eat much fresh meat.

After initially filling their hunger, the members on the side started chatting slowly.

"Hello, we are members of the Lake Chamber of Commerce..."

Several members of the Lake Chamber of Commerce chatted with the members of the Lagertis Chamber of Commerce.

At first they thought that they were rescued by a few high-powered adventurers, but after some explanation, they realized that these were guards hired by the Lagertis Chamber of Commerce 'specially'.

As the saying goes, when a lie is told, countless lies are needed to make up the lie.

After these people were entangled by the thanked Lake Chamber of Commerce, they began to try their best to explain the reason.

"Because the eldest lady of the Lagertis Chamber of Commerce is a good person, we prefer to stay in such a caravan." Loren Hill, who was unaware that the card was issued, was talking to someone on the other side.

"What kind of business do you guys do?" The girl turned her head, leaned down slightly, and asked the girl beside her curiously.

The girl has light brown skin and has two slender braids around her ears.

"We sell everything, and we won't deliberately buy too much of a certain kind of goods." The girl explained, she is the granddaughter of the caravan leader and has been with the caravan since she was a child.

"We tour the villages in the mountains all year round. The people who live here don't have much money, and they won't buy too many unnecessary things, so we will bring some in all aspects, and basically we won't sell big items."

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"Because they can't compete with those big chambers of commerce, I can only find some hidden villages in the mountains and do some businesses that others don't like. Although the profit is meager, there is no one to compete, so it has been relatively stable."

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"Are you talking about the West Wind? We basically don't take the main road, so we don't have to pay any checkpoint tolls. Crancia is much better now, and there is no need to detour."

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"Traveling in the mountains naturally knows martial arts and self-defense methods, but it's still too difficult to deal with such monsters."

After some conversations, Roland Hill gradually understood the way of life of this group of people. They live in no fixed place, the caravan is their home, and they make a living as wandering traders.

As the night got darker, a group of people gradually entered the tent to rest after having a full meal. Of course, there are also a few people who will take turns to watch the night and guard the camp.

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The next day, early in the morning.

Roland Hill listened to the sparse sound outside and woke up from the blanket of the tent. She rubbed her eyes and stood up, her golden hair slipping from her shoulders like satin.

Looking at Mila who was still sleeping beside her, she touched the pair of fluffy bunny ears with a little curiosity. Mila's ears flicked slightly and detached from her fingertips, revealing the light pink inner lining covered by the fluff.

No longer disturbing the sleepy rabbit-eared girl, Roland Hill got dressed, put on a coat, and walked out of the tent.

This small group of people from the Lake Chamber of Commerce seemed to get up very early. They called the mountain spring water next to the village, and after a while of washing, they began to arrange some things.

Looking at their actions, Roland Hill walked over, trying to understand the purpose.

"Good morning, Miss Lecia." The light brown-skinned girl whom she met last night greeted with a smile.

"Good morning, what are you doing?" Roland Hill blinked.

"Well, it's to prepare for the performance." The girl explained.

They will not only sell some things but also perform some talent shows, such as playing the piano and singing, dancing, fire rings, throwing rings, etc., just like the circus in the memory of young girls. But this group of people did not have the money to raise special animals.

"Performance can

Earn some extra income, and also attract the attention of the villagers, so that we can sell our stuff. "

Compared with the large chamber of commerce where Roland Hill once stayed, small groups like the Lake Chamber of Commerce also have their own means of survival.

"So it is." Roland Hill nodded thoughtfully, it seems that such a small caravan cannot be underestimated. They can survive and naturally have a unique way of adapting.

When the time was approaching 10 am, a gong sounded, and then a small stage was set up in the center of Cold Spring Village, and a simple and small performance was staged in this remote village.

After hearing this kind of music, the lively villagers also slowly gathered around and watched the people in strange costumes perform various skills.

"The mysterious witch who spied on everything will unlock the veil of fate for you today."

A big man with white paint on his face, waving a sign in his hand, then invited the villagers to enter a dark purple tent. Under his explanation, as long as he offered a few coins, he could get the instructions of the witch among them. own destiny.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This witch has always been haunted. Even the people in our caravan don't know her origin. She sometimes disappears and sometimes appears, like an old man and a girl, and will only tell the fate of those she approves of. ."

Following this person's explanation, the villagers onlookers also probed curiously, looking at the purple tent leading to the unknown and mysterious.