Chapter 104 Opening the champagne at half time
It is already October 16th, and there are only the last 245 miles left to Castle Joan of Arc.
Sitting by the brazier, Horn calculated silently in his mind.
If there were no such patients, according to the current progress, it would take about twelve days to leave the Wild Spider Forest. After leaving the Wild Spider Forest, it would take another three days to reach Castle Joan of Arc.
This five-day trip can be regarded as the smoothest five days from the beginning of the march to now.
When they are fast, they can walk twenty miles a day, and when they are slow, they can walk fifteen miles. After adapting, their speed becomes faster and faster.
The only thing that delays time is the canonization ceremony for those beast-turned-kings.
During these five days, every time Horn set up camp, he had to entrust a bunch of kingdoms with fifty or sixty people, and principalities with seventeen or eight people.
As soon as they heard that the emperor was coming, the kings from all over the country were completely shocked, and they all came to ask for the title.
In order to be the first to enthrone the kingdom, many kings also brought tributes of various sizes.
Don't underestimate these tributes, there are not only rare herbs, but also monster meat and even bits and pieces of orichalcum and mithril.
One king even sent three monster wolves, but Horn rejected them.
I don’t have enough food for myself, so where can I get the money and food to feed my magic pet?
If they can survive by eating feces, Horn can still consider it, but in the end they still want to eat meat, then there is no other way.
All the way here, there are basically no kings coming to ask for the title.
This is already the civilized border of the lycanthrope kingdom, and if you go further, you will reach the no man's land at the lowest point of the swamp.
Among the lycanthrope kingdoms, only the bravest hunters dare to enter here.
During the five-day trip, Horn completed a rough census of Blackbone Swamp.
After all, the approximate population must be stated in the canonization document.
In this river valley swamp, which is about 195 kilometers long and has an average width of about 38 kilometers, there are almost 20,000 lycanthropes and savages living in it.
This population is quite thin. According to the files Horn saw in the Gulag Monastery, the area of Hedge Township is slightly smaller than that of Black Bone Swamp, with a registered population of nearly 70,000.
Gaobao Township, for example, has a registered population of about 160,000. The densely populated areas around Gaobao Township have a population of less than 30,000.
This still does not include refugees, only citizens, public peasants and armed peasants.
In addition, Horn will also trade with them. Allicin, shiny trinkets, and dyes can be exchanged for a bunch of cloth, food, and medicinal materials.
These medicinal materials can be of great help.
Horn didn't expect those herbs to be consumed so quickly.
The weather was so hot in September, but it suddenly turned cold in October. First we marched in the mountains, then we marched in the dark, and finally we marched in the swamps. After all, I couldn’t bear it anymore.
Horn actually found it a bit strange. Most of these villagers were young men like soldiers in black.
How can there be women and children who are not sick, but young adults who are sick?
But in any case, they could no longer march like this, and Horn had to declare a half-day rest to cook medicinal soup and rest for them.
It's not like Horn has never thought of handing over the patients to the care of the lycanthropes, but considering the level of civilization of the lycanthropes, it is estimated that even if they are sent a cold, they will all be terminally ill.
This is close to the uninhabited swamp area, a real low-lying swamp area.
The lycanthropes and savages nearby are all barbarians in the eyes of the lycanthrope kingdom, and they understand neither human nature nor animal nature.
I have no choice but to take care of myself.
After this period, we will reach Fort Joan of Arc after another ten days of walking.
"We'll walk for about ten more days. If we survive the last ten days, our journey will be over." Horn sighed as he sat in front of the brazier and warmed himself up by the fire.
Sissi looked around and lowered her voice: "What are you going to do in the future?"
"Why don't you open the champagne at half time?"
"This question is yours now. Don’t want to, are you ready to think about it later?”
Looking up at the villagers outside the tent, Horn rubbed the scabbard in his hand, “In the future… I don’t know, I’ll stay anonymous for a while, wait. Let’s talk about it after the limelight is over.”
"Then are you interested in joining our White Mountain Hermitage?" Sissi took off her boots and placed her feet by the brazier.
There are traces of several blisters on the delicate feet, and white steam evaporates from between the toes. "Do you, the White Mountain Monastery, have any favorable policies? If not, I won't help you." Horn held his nose and moved away from the downwind.
"The Ruo'an Party is very well-organized, hierarchical and very orderly, but also very repressive." Picking up the rough stone, Sissi rubbed her toes.
During this time, he was walking on the swamp road, the air was humid, and he was wearing boots. When the boots were placed, there was even a layer of smoke floating in the air.
Only when her toes were clasped did Sissi behave like a man.
“The Ruo’an Party is composed of Ruo’an’s maternal relatives and is rich in spiritual wizards, such as illusions, charms and other spells.
Their leader is called Ruo’an III, who is said to be The great-granddaughter of Ruo'an's family has witch magic that is different from Ruo'an.
Our White Mountain Hermitage is mainly a divination-oriented wizard.
The leader is. It is recommended by everyone, everything is discussed, and members often work in various chambers of commerce workshops.
You also know that divination is not as effective for wizards as it is for physical movements. We will be mixed with many liars and magicians, and it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false.
A good astrologer can earn 5 to 7 gold pounds per year.
They can not only help employers predict market risks and determine positions when doing business, but they can also help us sell alchemy products.
So our members of the White Mountain Monastery are very rich and are not stingy with spending money. "
Horn silently kept the two secret characteristics in mind, but skipped Sissi's invitation and asked:
"Speaking of which, you haven't said what types of witches and spells there are."
"It's very simple." Sissi answered with her toes, "Witches have plasticity, divination, mind, and body. There is only one more category of spells than this, and that is undead."
"Isn't there any undead witch?"
"Not one, undead spells are unique to vampires. , so far no human wizard has been able to reproduce it.
Have you ever been to the Kingdom of Flesh? There are no farmers on the farmland there, there are only skeletons working the fields, and there are no miners in the mines, they are all zombies. Mining.”
"Then what type of magic do I have? Am I not a wizard? Am I a wizard?"
"I don't know, maybe it's other types of wizards. Those who can't be classified are all other types. For example, flying, suspended animation, and invisibility all count. "
Then my magic is just a big bow with empty mana?
Horn secretly shook his head. It was better to run away with a bucket. Use this ability as a last resort.
“Is the secret party composed of other wizards in the secret party?”
"Yes, but you don't want to go." Sissi sat up straight.
“The secret party that is famous for other types of wizards is the Scaling Priory mentioned earlier. It is a very radical secret party.
Compared with them, Ruo’an’s party is even more powerful. They are shy and introverted.
They believe in the Myrcella religion devoutly, and believe that Myrcella is the witch, and the monks are all the witch descendants of Myrcella.
They are heretics in the eyes of the church, traitors in the eyes of the secret party, and everyone is very unhappy with them.”
I thought that the Messianic Personality Sect was already very heretical, but I didn’t expect that there were still masters?
But after several stimulations, Horn's psychological threshold was much higher, and he was already very able to hold back.
The world is so big, it’s not surprising that there are crouching dragons and phoenix chicks everywhere.
Just as Horn was weighing the pros and cons with several secret parties, he saw Grampwin running towards him in long strides, carefully carrying Dia on his back.
Seeing that Grampwin did not come alone and was carrying Dia on his back, Horn immediately realized something was wrong.
He said something to Sissi, and they both stood up and went forward.
As he approached, Horn was about to speak when Dia, who was lying on Grampwin's back, suddenly raised his head.
Her face was much paler than before, and a few wrinkles appeared on the wings of her nose and corners of her eyes. On this haggard face, two obvious blood stains slid from the corners of her eyes to the corners of her nose.
"They are coming, Your Majesty, those devils, the knights of the Imperial Company, they are coming!"
(End of this chapter)