Chapter 62: v4c5

The white carriage of the royal road.

These are the words that come to mind for many people when they hear the name of the great southern kingdom of Garai.

　Even Almark, the son of a northern mercenary, had heard those words. Of course, it was a faraway thing, a story from a completely unrelated place to him.

The " royal road" that runs through the entire kingdom of Garai.

It is a major highway that started to be developed as a national project during the time of the previous king and was finally completed in its entirety during the reign of the current king.

The road is wide enough to accommodate four horse-drawn carriages running side by side.

Guard stations were set up along the way to keep the road under control and to ensure public safety.

The "white horse-drawn carriage" runs on the main roadway of the Garai Kingdom, where many travelers come and go every day, with a lane set aside for its own use.

　The white carriage is pulled by a white horse. However, they are not real horses.

It is a magical horse made of metal that knows no fatigue, created with the advanced magical skills of the Kingdom of Garai.

Its speed is more than twice that of an ordinary carriage. It is a leading-edge transportation system that has changed the concept of travel in the Garai Kingdom.

　The fare is more than 10 times higher than that of an ordinary shared-ride carriage. In fact, it has become almost a transport for the wealthy.

The people waiting for the white carriages at the waiting area where Almark and his friend arrived were all wealthy people, as could be seen from their appearance.

"Ugh, we look so out of place."

　Morgen whispers to Almark, but he doesn't care.

He has been traveling quite differently ever since he left the north and crossed the Menober Strait.

Let's ask him what time the next trip right to Miletus is."

He asked the attendant in spiffy white uniform what time the right to Miletus was scheduled, but she told him that it had already departed for the day.

"If you want to go to Miletos, please take the right to Renovais, which is further north. Please buy a ticket and come back tomorrow morning."

　They thanked the attendant, who politely told the Almark, and after purchasing tickets for two, they left the waiting area.

"Tomorrow, huh? We'll have to stay in the open field again today, Almar"

　Morgen looked at Almark.

“No, let's find a place to stay today. It's not safe to stay in the open fled.»

"What?"

"Yesterday we stayed in the field in a much drearier town,"

"There are so many people here."

"That's the reason,"

Armark said nonchalantly.

"It's dangerous to camp out in crowded places."

　In fact, Armark had had a dangerous experience in this city.

　In this city , every decent resident has a house to live in, and every decent traveler stays at an inn.

The only people who would stay out in the open air would be street thugs or beggars.

　And in this town, both beggars and thugs have their own territory.

If a stranger stays in an unsafe place, it means that person is trespassing on their territory.

"I was sleeping in a back alley at night, and some thugs with knives threatened me .They told me to leave immediately.”

　"And when I left , a few beggars threatened me as well."

　 he could have fought back if he wanted to, but in a civilized city like this, pulling out a sword and hurting someone means becoming a criminal.

　The people that threatening him didn't seem to be serious about hurting Almark, so he meekly left .

　But in the end, such things repeated throughout the night, and he did not sleep a wink that night.

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"If you want to experience something like that, I won't stop you."

　Morgen shook his head at Almark's words.

"We'll stay at inn."

　They chose a reasonably priced inn, not far from the waiting area for the white carriages, and away from the prying eyes of other people

who traveling alone.

　They were told to have dinner at a tavern nearby to the inn, so they went to the tavern at a time when the sun had not yet set, when there would be as few drunken as possible.

　However, they soon found out that this was mistake .

　The bar was already crowded with drunkens .

　Some of the customers , who sitting at a corner table gave them curious looks, but fortunately, none of them directly confronted them. Who know what would have happened of they came little later

Come on, let's get something to eat and go back to inn ."

"Yeah, sure."

　As expected of, Morgen , he did not want to stay long, and quickly agreed.

While the two were eating a pre-made dinner with simple side dishes, the entrance door opened and three men came in.

They sit down at a table a little distance away from Almark and his friend . All three men were solidly built.

　One of them asks the waiter for something when he comes to take their order, and the other two remain silent.

　When the waiter moved away, they began to discuss something in low voices.

　Almark's eyes narrow as he looks at the three of them.

(They are mercenaries.)

　(I don't know if they are still mercenaries or not.)

　But it is a smell that Almark knows well.

　These were men who had fought as mercenaries in the north.

　It feels strange to see men like them in the south, but also nostalgic.

　Almark looked at them without trying looking at them as he ate his meal.

　All three men did not even smile when the food and drinks were brought to them. They ate in silence, occasionally speaking in low, voices.

　(They're are mercenaries, They don't seem to be in another line of work. They are still mercenaries.)

At that moment, one of the other group of noisy customers caught his elbow and dropped his beer mug on the floor.

The sound of breaking glass echoes through the air, and for a moment the is silent in the tavern . However, when it became clear that it was not the beginning of a fight, but merely a customer dropping his mug, the tavern quickly returned to its original bustle state .

The mercenary-looking men continue to talk in low voices, oblivious to the sound of the broken mugs.

As the waiter rushed to remove the mugs, and as he watched the apologetic customers who had broken them,

As he watched the customer apologizing for breaking the mug, Mogen said, "Ah, that's why drunks are so ...... , Almark, let's finish eating quickly and go back to our inn ."

He then said to Almark, but he was taken aback by the look on his face.

"What's wrong, Almark? You look really scared."

Morgen pointed out, and Almark immediately smiled, but his expression remained blank.

An ill feeling of foreboding spread like a summer rain cloud over Almark's heart.

　For a moment earlier, when the tavern was quiet.

　Almark's keen ears picked up a fragment of the mercenary-looking man's words as he spoke.

'Bar Herb.'"

　The man had said so.

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