Soul Echo

"In front of you is the town of Fir." Emile pointed at the whip, "The caravans that come and go will trade with the mountain people in that town, and after that, we have five days left. The journey is over."

The past few days, he found that Zhong Ye seemed to be very concerned about when he could arrive in Constantinople, although he didn't say it, but his behavior was faintly discernable.

When the caravan came here, it was already in the afternoon, and there is a high probability that they would spend the night in Fircon Town tonight to supplement their supplies.

"Don't worry, it won't delay the trip."

Emil recalled what he said before and explained: "Baker Uncle will negotiate with the representatives of the mountain people tonight, If it is negotiated, the mountain representative will help us contact other caravans, but whether we can negotiate or not, we will leave tomorrow."

The caravan is still carrying goods, and it is impossible to stop at one place. It's too long, and Emil's vacation is not long, only three months, and it takes a month to go back and forth.

Zhong Ye slightly nod

, as long as it doesn't slow down the trip.

Firwood Town does not belong to any aristocracy. Although the Kingdom of Etrull still has the legal right to rule this land, the actual ruling right of this town is in the hands of the mountain people.

There used to be another town here, but it was affected by the war and the original town declined. Later, the mountain people came here and re-established a town, which they named 'Firs'.

Although the mountain people occupy this land, they are willing to communicate with the outside world. Except that the actual control is in the hands of the mountain people, everything is the same as before - the mountain people are even willing to obey the king order to join his army as a mercenary.

This is also the reason why the mountain people have been able to occupy this 'important land' for so many years.

The caravan did not enter the town because they had a live troll in their convoy, and entering the town could cause a disturbance.

After arranging the business of the caravan, the supervisor took a few servants to negotiate, while the mercenaries and guards took turns to go to the town for consumption.

Zhong Ye, as always, eats, exercises, and maintains his weapons. Even so, it is difficult for him to calm down.

The index finger flicked the sword edge and saw the reflection of the bright moon on the rough sword.

"...You make me feel like a cultivator of painstaking cultivation."

Zhong Ye looked up and saw the blush on Emil's face fainting , sat beside him with a smell of wine.

"Self-discipline, abstain from alcohol, keep quiet, and have no clear beliefs except for eating a lot, isn't this a cultivator of painstaking cultivation?"

"So? "Zhong Ye pushed the long sword back into the scabbard, exhales one mouthful of impure air.

"It's nothing, nothing!" Emile laughed, hiccups, and then his face straightened, "I heard a bad rumor in the tavern - there is also a white troll nearby."

Zhong Ye frowned, subconsciously looked towards the direction of the scooter.

At this moment, Emil's words changed, "But it's just a rumor, no one has actually seen it, it may be something that looks white, if there is a troll, it is impossible to die. Personal."

"Dead?" Zhong Ye asked.

"It doesn't count..." Emil hiccupped again and narrowed his eyes, "It's just that a few people are missing, some mountain people, some merchants, and mercenaries, but these people's 'Missing' can't be considered, not all mountain people will live in Firwood Town all their lives, and they sometimes live back in the forest. Merchants and mercenaries can explain it better, they may just leave, I don't know. How could it be rumored to be missing, and then the news spread."

In Earth, a lot of mysteries come from this way.

Zhong Ye's grades in culture class are not good, but his high school Chinese teacher likes to talk about some extracurricular topics during teaching, so that he knows a lot of miscellaneous knowledge.

After listening to Emil's analysis, Zhong Ye nodded in agreement.

"...I'm back! I'm back!"

Sudden cheers erupted from Firwood Town, breaking the silence of the night.

People in the caravan were attracted by the cheers and looked in the direction of the town.

"What happened?" Emil seemed to wake up all of a sudden and stood up to look.

But after watching for a while, he realized that he couldn't see anything, and sat back.

After a while, he staggered and stood up again, "No, I'm drunk, I'm going to sleep first."

Not long after Emile ran to rest, go to The guards and mercenaries who played in the town also came back and talked with their companions who stayed behind.

It turned out that the cheers broke out in the town just now because the town's hunters successfully hunted the rumored 'white troll' - a lone wolf with white hair.

And the hunter who successfully hunted the Whitehead Wolf was the mountain man who was rumored to be missing!

The hunter found a merchant's belongings in White Wolf's lair, and the owner of this object is the rumored missing merchant, apart from this, there is no other similar thing.

In this way, everything will be revealed.

Only one businessman was really killed, and the rest of the rumored 'disappeared' people just left the Firwood Town.

The liveliness in the town continued until late at night. After the hilarious sound gradually subsided, the caravan director also returned to the camp with his servants.

His face was tired, but more of a smile.

The night passed quickly, and as the sun rose, people woke up one after another to prepare to continue their journey.

After a hurried breakfast, the servants connected the haul horse to the wagon and set off.

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Five days passed in a hurry, the caravan traveled through mountains and rivers, slept in the wind and slept, and boarded the ferry to Constantinople with exhaustion.

Although there are settlements on the east coast of the Black Sea Strait, strictly speaking, it does not belong to Constantinople, but for freight and security needs, people spontaneously established a distribution center here.

The nameless distribution center is across the sea from Constantinople, and the Etruscan navy, famous for the Seven Seas, doesn't think they can pose any threat to Constantinople, so they ignore it.

The heavy cargo compresses the cabin, and the sea surface is calm and tranquil, the ferry is a little swaying, and the comfortable feeling makes many people fall asleep.

The mercenaries sat on the ground with weapons in their arms, leaning against the side of the ship and snoring.

The people in the caravan are unpacking and taking stock of the goods, terrified of the wear and tear, and glad that most of the goods have survived.

Accountants have already started to calculate the consumption along the way, and are pleasantly surprised to find that this time they do not need to pay pensions, just pay employment fees.

——It was only then that he realized that he hadn't talked to Zhong Ye about the pension.

"Constantinople..." Emile took a deep breath of the fresh air with the smell of the sea, and he came back after two years.

On the other side of the strait, the towering buildings gradually appeared in Zhong Ye's eyes, he looked at the city, and suddenly said: "Can you tell me where the mage territories around Constantinople are heading? Is it?"

This is the first time he has taken the initiative to speak in more than ten days, and Emil is quite surprised.

But the surprise turned to surprise. After thinking back for a moment, Emil pointed and said: "The Kalebo Mage's Tower is in the southwest direction of Constantinople, and the Darien Mage's Tower is also in that direction, but it is more In the distance, the Victor Mage Tower is not far from the Darien Mage Tower. You can see from the Darien Baron's Mage Tower to the north. The Liv Baron's Mage Tower is built on the water, just in the golden horn bay. "

Speaking of this, Emil's words changed, "You really don't think about selling that troll to me? I'm willing to pay a big price."

Look With Emil's sincere and sincere eyes, Zhong Ye shook the head.

"I appreciate your help, but I still need to use that troll for something."

Zhong Ye's attitude was firm, and Emil could only sigh.

Forget it, that troll isn't necessary anyway.

Although I don't know what Zhong Ye wants to do, it should be a very important thing for him to see how he looks forward to arriving in Constantinople.

When the ferry arrived at the port of Constantinople, the presence of the trolls caused panic and even the harbour guard.

The head of the caravan came forward to help negotiate. The Ma Ding Family is somewhat aristocratic, not to mention that the trolls have been imprisoned in their ability to move, and they can't do anything except eat, drink, shit and piss.

After being busy for a long time, Zhong Ye finally got permission, but he just needed a few soldiers to accompany him - this is a living troll, and it is impossible for the officer to let Zhong Ye take it through the emperor alone. Tantinopolis.

The news of the trolls appearing in the port quickly spread throughout most of the city, and different versions of the rumors soon spawned.

Many people gather in ports and streets to catch a glimpse of the rumoured live trolls and the adventurer who captured them.

This made it difficult for Zhong Ye and the others. Later, the city guards came to support them so that Zhong Ye could leave the city before nightfall.

Thanks to the city guards under the city gate, Zhong Ye waved his whip and made the scooter move slowly.

The towering city wall is gradually receding, the sky is getting late, and the pedestrians, cars and horses on the road are also sparse, like a diversion of a river, the scooters drive onto the pothole road led by Victor Baron.

At night, everything falls into darkness.

Only Zhong Ye's eyes were exceptionally bright.