Path of The Dragonborn

"Okay, let's rest here." Heliga casually dropped his simple luggage on the ground, "Would you like to eat something tonight?"

"That..." Marchias and Emma on the side seemed to want to say something, but in the end they didn't say anything.

"Don't worry. Didn't the soldiers at the gate of the town tell you? We can leave early tomorrow." Heliga said casually. "It was also the case. If we crossed the Sassarand state overnight, it would look a little bit Suspicious. Why don't you just take a rest here. If nothing else, you two are already tired?"

"I don't think there is any problem." Macias said stubbornly, but Heliga had already seen that he was a little awkward when he walked, obviously his leg muscles were already very tired. Although Emma herself is a witch, she rarely does long trekking at this intensity-considering that we will arrive at the southwestern foot of the Isengert Mountains tomorrow, it will be more troublesome to walk up the mountain. It's better to take advantage of today's rejuvenation.

"At first, this was not an urgent job. Don't worry, at least in the next few days, there will be no problems with Her Royal Highness." Hailey pressed Macchias firmly on the bed, "If we No luck, if Crowe lied to us, we will be busy in the next few days."

"That's what I said." Emma also persuaded, "Are there any small cities or villages between Lianfeng?"

"No... if you can't find it within a day, it's probably like staying in the wild for one night?" Heliga said indifferently, "It depends. Would you like to buy a marching tent later?"

"Well... if you want to say that, I should also go and see if there are any good replacement parts in the weapon shop here." After Macias calmed down, he suddenly thought of this-from Heliga. For more than a month, Macias's originally well-maintained dual-barrel force gun seemed to have not been professionally maintained for a long time. Although Fei didn't mind lending his equipment and parts to Macias at first, Macias himself seemed uncomfortable to just solicit other people's things for nothing, so there was no more information after that.

Macias usually lives a frugal life, but he never spares Mira for the love gun in his hand. Heliga also knows this. After seeing him figure it out, he naturally said, "Yeah...that's right. If you encounter a monster, your gun will suddenly misfire, isn't it embarrassing."

"It should not have reached that level. I still do the daily maintenance seriously... It's just that there is no way to update the damaged parts in time." Marchias protested, "By the way, speaking of this... I have to buy a batch of fine screws, which I borrowed from Philip before, and I can’t return it to her."

"I suspect she has forgotten about it... Anyway, her usual ammunition resource consumption is very large." Heliga said lazily, "You might as well do something more meaningful."

"Speaking...I wanted to ask a long time ago." Emma curiously said at this time, "Xiao Fei's usual fighting style...well, the cost of various multi-functional bullets and grenade should be very large, right?"

"Yeah... and she never saves it. After all, on the battlefield of hunting soldiers, if you don't try to save money, you just put the cart before the horse." Heliga said, "What's wrong?"

"Um... but Xiaofei often uses those expensive things, um... I mean, she is financially..." Emma stopped talking, "Could it be that you are quietly funding her?"

"No... Actually, there are channels for those things." Heliga said patiently, "There is an arms dealer on Crossbel, who has a good relationship with Fei's adoptive father, the "Hunter King"... At the time, Fei seemed to have negotiated something with over there, and then it seemed that I didn't care about it anymore. "

"So... wait, that store is not very famous..." Macchias broke out in a cold sweat, "I heard from those gun lovers in the Imperial Capital that the store is the same as "Red Constellation". Are you in business? Such a dangerous thing..."

"Sa...Since they are all related to the West Wind, there is no reason to reject the other side of the business. After all, if they are treated as enemies by the Red Constellation as the West Wind, it would be very dangerous. "Heliga smiled, "Don't worry, Philip has a sense of measure and won't cause any major problems."

"But... now the Crossbell area seems to be shrouded in that wonderful barrier, right?" Emma asked curiously, "Can their business continue in this situation?"

"The shop is just a place for communication... In the case of business, obviously it was transferred from another place." Heliga nodded, but he was also thinking about this issue: In this case, in the Empire Entering the civil war and full border martial law, Closber has completely turned into a neutral area without its affiliation, providing weapons and ammunition to the Philippines. How did you keep sending things in?

"Anyway... I'll go to the weapon shop first. Emma and you will purchase some necessities, how about?" Macias suggested, "If Emma needs you, I can help you buy some EP fillers by the way. "

"Um... Then I will trouble you. I think two boxes should be enough. We will wait until we get back to put the money... Well, I put it at Laura..." Emma was a little embarrassed.

"You're welcome," Macias said carelessly.

"Well...things that need to be purchased. I think about it." Heliga thought-should I do something that is not difficult to make, but what about magical potions? However, making potions always requires alcohol, and now there is no Levi to help him, a minor, buy alcohol.

"Um... if you are going to camp, I think you need two tents. One is bigger and the other is smaller." Emma calculated, "In this case..."

"No. Two small ones are fine." Heliga said, "When camping, I prefer to sleep in a tree."

"..." Macias and Emma looked at each other-although we don't understand, why do you look so proud!

"Because Fei couldn't climb trees at that time." Heliga said triumphantly. The subtext is-you will not now.

"Puff..." Emma and Marchias finally couldn't help laughing.

"Is that funny?" Heliga scratched his head suspiciously.