The next day, Roland Hill came to the Adventurer's Hall to meet.
Pushing open the half-closed door and walking into this slightly stuffy and noisy hall, the girl glanced around and soon found a group of caravan members sitting at the round table. Their cloak buttons have the shamisen emblem, which means they belong to the Roentgen Chamber of Commerce.
After simply tidying up her clothes, the girl stroked the hem of her skirt with her armoured hand, and then stepped forward.
"Hello, are you a member of the Roentgen caravan? I was on a mission to participate in the escort." Roland Hill asked a man standing at the table doing nothing.
Hearing the sound, the man in the brown-gray cloth raised his head, looked up and down the blond ponytail, the slightly sassy swordsman lady, and nodded.
"Yeah, it's us." Then he turned and shouted.
"Miss, the guard we want is here."
On the other side of the round table, a woman who was surrounded by several people who were discussing and explaining the matter turned her head, and continued to talk to the people around her while nodding, indicating that she understood.
A minute later, after the explanation and instructions were completed, the merchant lady got up and walked over.
"Hello, I'm Charlene from the Röntgen Chamber of Commerce." The businesswoman looked at about 20 years old, with light brown skin, wearing an off-the-shoulder dark red dress, and a woven shawl on her arms, which made her look more Kind of elegant.
"Hello, my name is Messiah." Roland Hill nodded, putting his hands aside and hesitating to move.
Although she understands the court etiquette of the empire, she doesn't know much about how to greet ordinary people or adventurers.
Seeing the girl's somewhat restrained appearance, Charlene smiled, then stretched out her right hand, and Roland Hill reached out and held it when she saw it.
After a simple handshake, Miss Charlene asked Roland Hill to sit down.
"The arm armor is very heavy. I began to see that you move lightly, and I thought it would be very light."
"This, because some fine steel was used in the construction, so the protection will be better." Roland Hill explained a little embarrassedly.
"Haha, this is also a good thing. It will be more reassuring to be professional. If you report in a light skirt, I will be a little worried, although I heard that you are a master of Sequence 4."
The two briefly talked for a while, and Shalin also had a preliminary understanding of this swordsman lady, who seemed to be a new adventurer with superb skills but little actual combat experience.
Although there is a little gap between the perfect bodyguards in the eyes of centrifugal eyes, it is already very cost-effective to spend the money to hire a Sequence 4 expert, and it does not require much.
The southern provinces are now unstable. Although the regent has quelled the rebellion on the bright side, there are still many dangerous elements in some mountains and remote corners. Some of them are deserters, some are children of former nobles, but they are now wanted by the title, and some are people who lost their homes in the war and became bandits.
In such an environment, it is natural that the stronger the guard, the better.
"Miss Messia hasn't eaten yet. Why don't you have dinner with us now, and then we can go." After staying for an hour, the other entourage of the caravan also arrived one after another. At this time, Miss Charlene invited the girl to eat together.
"Okay, thank you." Roland Hill curiously looked at the new mercenaries and adventurers, then nodded.
Soon after, the personnel in the Adventurer's Hall brought plates of food to serve the caravan personnel.
"Here." A wooden plate was also placed in front of Loren Hill.
Toasted square bread on a wooden plate, and a steaming bowl of potato and vegetable soup. The potatoes were well cooked, making the soup feel sticky. In addition to the vegetables cut into small pieces, one or two pieces of meat could also be found. It can be seen that this lunch was quite rich.
For those who are running around, this kind of food is already very good, and Miss Charlene invited everyone for free.
Several mercenaries said thank you, and then took a big bite. Judging from their appearance, it seems that such food can only be eaten five times full.
Tear open the bread, Roland Hill ate as quickly as possible, and then finished the vegetable soup, filling his stomach with a warm feeling. Although the materials are mediocre, the food provided by this adventurer's hall is surprisingly good.
"Let's go now." Seeing that everyone had basically finished eating, Miss Charlene stood up, clapped her hands, and let the surrounding boys start to work.
"Good Le~"
A group of caravan personnel walked out of the hall, then went to the stables behind to pull out the carriage and count the goods.
"Miss Mercia, just sit with me." When Lorraine Hill didn't know what to do, Miss Charlene's voice came from not far away.
Saying that, she greeted Roland Hill to walk over and sit with her at the back of a carriage.
Soon, the convoy set off, and the group went out of the city.
The roads of this era are not the flat roads in the memory of young girls, but the roads full of gravel and mud. The carriages are bumpy and swaying along the way, and sometimes the squeaks of the carriages full of goods can be heard. Voice.
"Get used to it." Miss Charlene put down the account book in her hand and looked at the quiet girl sitting beside her.
"Well, I'm used to it." Roland Hill nodded. In fact, she didn't have much experience in traveling alone, and she didn't know how to find topics and deal with strangers.
It feels like it's back to its original shape. The girl complained about herself in her heart. Although she understands a lot in theory, it doesn't work in practice.
If that kid from Pullman was here, he would have known each other in the Chamber of Commerce for a long time.
"Hehe, I'm a little uneasy when I first came out, but I'll get used to it. If you're sleepy at this time, you can take a nap and take a nap."
"Nap? This is not good, after all, I'm here to be a guard."
"You're still inexperienced. When you're resting, look at the mercenaries accompanying them. Many of them are sleeping on the roof of the car."
"During the daytime, few people attack directly, because it is seen from afar, and there is time to prepare and wake up the entourage."
"But it's different at night. Many attacks take place at night, so adventurers and mercenaries mostly take turns to keep vigil at night to ensure vigilance and combat power."
"Also, be careful in densely forested areas, which are also suitable for ambush."
"I see, I see." The girl nodded.
"Very good, let's take a rest now, the journey is still long, try to save energy and physical strength." Miss Charlene suggested.
"Yeah." Roland Hill nodded, then moved back and lay down against the cargo, holding the long sword in front of him.
After closing his eyes, after a while, Roland Hill felt something draped over him.
"You look so young..." Miss Charlene's sigh came from her ears, followed by the rustling sound of the tip of the pen swiping across the page.
With the bumping of the carriage, Roland Hill fell into a half-asleep sleep, and only woke up at dusk. She rubbed her eyes, lifted the blanket on her body, and stepped out of the carriage. At this time, the sun had already set in the west, and there was a little afterglow among the flame-like clouds, shining on the upper branches of the branches.
In the surrounding open space, caravan members are setting up tents, and others are lighting fires and cooking, coming and going.
Seeing that everyone was busy with things, Roland Hill felt a little uncomfortable standing aside, and wanted to find something to do, but he didn't know what to do.
After looking around, she saw that Charlene was standing in the distance talking to someone, so she walked over.
"We will add a brazier here at night to lighten it up, and the carriage that is to be removed from the grey eyes. There are a bunch of iron chains and bells in the carriage's cargo. Take it out and tie it to the forest in the east."
"The woods there are too dark to see clearly. I was afraid that someone would sneak in at night, so I tied it up first, so that there would be an early warning."
"Okay, Miss."
"Well, remember to leave a bonfire at the head and tail of the camp at night, let the vigilants divide into two groups, take care of the front and back, and walk back and forth from time to time, so that the spirit will not fall asleep, and you can also see the situation on the opposite side, don't be there. Let people sneak in without knowing it.”
"I understand, this is the norm."
"It's good to understand. I'll emphasize it again. It's better to spend more energy on this kind of thing than to be negligent."
"Yes."
"That's it, you go to work first, remember to arrange the batch of personnel before dinner."
After that, the middle-aged man beside Miss Charlene left.
Charlene, who turned around, saw Loren Hill and waved her hand to beckon her over.
"How did you sleep?"
"It's okay." The girl was a little embarrassed, she was clearly a bodyguard, but she was sleeping.
"Haha, I got used to it quite quickly." Seeing the blond girl was a little embarrassed, Charlene smiled and patted her on the shoulder.
"If it's at night, you'll have to work for you. You have to take turns with other mercenaries to watch the night."
"No problem." The girl nodded.
"Well, let's get used to it. By the way, if you're bored at night, you can chat more with those mercenary uncles. Although they like to brag, some knowledge and experience are still very useful, especially for a newcomer like you. ."
"The other thing, let me think about it. Remember to prepare a blanket, it's still cooler at night."
"If you do encounter someone attacking at night, remember to wake them up and deal with them carefully. Although the attacking people are generally not strong, they have no scruples in using the means. Poisoning, sprinkling ashes, and setting fires are all possible. ."
"That's it, before it gets dark, take a walk around to get familiar with it, and then come over for dinner."
After speaking, this Miss Charlene patted Lorraine Hill again, and then walked towards the middle of the camp.
Loren Hill picked up the scabbard, looked around, and then walked up the hill to the east, which was relatively high and overlooked many places.
This is an open space near the small river. The east is the hillside, the west is the river, and the north-south direction is a slightly flat field. Even at night, if you want to attack from the plain, it is probably easy to find, so it is the east. Pay more attention.
The fallen leaves in the mountains are all over the ground, and some stones are revealed from the fallen leaves, with moss growing among them, and it does not look like people often pass by.
Roland Hill held the sword and looked around. When the sky was about to fall, he heard the sound of bells ringing in the camp, and then walked back.
Dinner is still boiled potatoes and vegetables, with naan, everyone sits around and talks while eating.
"I heard that your wife gave birth to a boy for you this time, congratulations." After the caravan sat down, they talked about family affairs to each other.
"Hey, although it's a happy event, I feel a lot of pressure. I can't drink alcohol recently, so I need to save some money to buy meat for my child's mother to eat."
"Haha, it's really hard not to drink. But for the sake of the child, he's still a good man." The companion smiled and patted his shoulder.
"It's okay, I'll give you some when there's wine, it's fun." Several people chatted and laughed again.
Roland Hill was sitting by the bonfire, and there were all temporarily hired guards. There were about 10 people, most of them were wearing armor, and they were generally in their 30s. Except for the girls, there were only two younger faces. .
One was wearing a dark green robe, with a cloth covering his head, and a row of potion bottles tied to a belt around his waist, looking like an alchemist. The other had a face like a thin monkey, with a machete slung beside him, wearing a light leather robe and no armor.
The two were not very lively characters either. One was busy flipping through the torn and yellowed thick book while eating, while the other stared straight at the bonfire, as if in a daze.
"Come on, little girl, have some hot soup." After the girl sat down, a bearded uncle handed over a bowl of boiled hot potato soup.
"Thank you." Roland Hill took the hot bowl and smelled a slight mushy smell, it seemed that the cooking time was not short.
After a simple dinner, the mercenaries assigned the next order, and Loren Hill was assigned to guard in the middle of the night.
At night, the caravan members went back to their tents to sleep one after another, and only a few figures were left by the bonfire.
The flames were burning cracklingly, and everyone sat on the wooden pier beside the bonfire, some checked their belongings, and some touched their weapons against the firelight to see if there was any curling or dullness, and whether they needed to be polished.
"How old is the little girl, she will come out to work at this age." The bearded uncle sat opposite the bonfire and asked Roland Hill, who was in a daze.
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"Me? About 17." The girl said something against her heart, her conscience aching.
"It looks almost the same." He picked up the wooden branch and poked the dark fire.
"Didn't you continue your studies? At your age, it should be the time for the fastest progress."
"This, I want to make some money first and exercise."
"It's really good to exercise, but if you make money, it's better to take this opportunity to practice to a higher sequence. Even if you were at home, someone would send you money, please help." The uncle talked about his old-fashioned experience.
"Forget it, I didn't make a fool of myself, so I didn't give any random pointers haha." Then, he seemed to remember something, and touched the back of his head.
"Sit here now, and I'll make a routine inspection." After a while, he picked up the rough sword on his side and walked towards the darkness.
At this time, the campfire was quiet again. Under the summer night sky, there were some crickets from the surrounding grass from time to time.
After the girl sat for a while, she looked at the other two. One was the young man with a machete. He is now gently stroking the blade in his hand.
"It's a good knife." The other mercenary on the opposite side held the sword, leaned against the cargo box, squinted at the opposite side of the campfire, and said his evaluation in his heart.
The young man holding the knife did not answer, but slowly retracted the knife into its scabbard and placed it on his knee again.
This knife seems to be a bit mutilated. Roland Hill's light blue pupils lightly looked at the virtual screen in his sight, and gave an evaluation of the knife on it.
Grey and Twilight Scimitar (Incomplete Gold Level): Made by a famous craftsman hundreds of years ago, it has been damaged in many places, and the texture circle is also incomplete, but the surface has been repaired and it looks like new.
Compared to this good machete, this young man's strength is average, only the Sequence of War 3, and the evaluation is only excellent bronze.
After observing for a while, Roland Hill looked back, and the uncle came back at this time, but the difference from before was that at this moment, the big sword on his shoulder was pierced by two big fish, and it shook from time to time, and the fish tail Fan some water marks.
"When I was on patrol, I walked around the river and got two fish for a late night snack." He sat down again, picked up two branches, dressed the fish, and baked them by the bonfire.
"After the baking is done, one person will be half a bar, and everyone will satisfy their cravings together." He also took out a small salt shaker from his arms and sprinkled a little.
Before long, the grilled fish exudes a tempting aroma, and the other two also turn their attention to the gradually browned grilled fish.
"Haha, it'll be ready soon, don't worry." Uncle saw the two of them looking over, showing a bit of a smile, then divided the grilled fish into two halves, skewered them with branches, and handed them to a few people.
"Thank you." At this moment, the silent young man finally spoke, and the voice was unexpectedly clear, which did not match his dull appearance.
Until then, when a few people were eating fish, the atmosphere gradually became lively.
"Where does this little brother come from?"
"I'm from Chixin Province."
"No wonder, the accent is so correct."
Hearing this sentence, Roland Hill keenly noticed that the young man frowned, and then quickly relaxed, as if he didn't want to attract others' attention.
Then another mercenary and the uncle began to chat. Both of them have been in the mercenary business for a long time. They have a lot of common topics, from the climate in the southern part of the empire to what monsters will be there in which season, from the character of the northern women. The quality of the swords of a certain workshop is good, anyway.
Although Roland Hill couldn't talk, he also learned a lot of useful knowledge.
He was also pricking up his ears to listen. At this time, the girl realized that the young man was in a daze.
Judging from his appearance, he should have little experience of traveling abroad, like a child from a big family, but judging from the extraordinary sequence of his practice, it is very ordinary, there is no trace of physical exercise, and it does not look like he has been carefully cultivated. sons of nobles. Feeling a bit contradictory, Roland Hill briefly analyzed.
At this moment, she suddenly noticed something, her eyes swept around briefly, and her hand slowly rested on the hilt of the sword.
There were a few partridge-like bird calls from the distant mountains and forests. If you didn't pay attention, it would have been drowned in the surrounding insects.
Is it to inform others, or pretend to go on patrol and solve it halfway, Roland Hill hesitated for a few seconds.
"Thank you uncle for the grilled fish, and I'll go on patrol as well." The girl with a golden ponytail stood up in the slightly surprised eyes of several people, and took the initiative to ask for a patrol.