Chapter 195 - 189: The Future Leader of the Blood Wolf Knight Order
Chapter 195: Chapter 189: The Future Leader of the Blood Wolf Knight Order
This time going to the Northern Kingdom, Lis planned to take the opportunity to practice the techniques of his other professions.
Recently, he had used spells quite often, and skills like those of the warrior, Hunter, assassin, and Martial Monk also needed to be exercised from time to time, so Lis prepared a set of light leather armor when he left, instead of choosing to wear Nobles’ attire or a Mage Robe.
It was now mid-October, and the weather had begun to cool down. Lis wore a suit of light grey long-sleeved shirt and trousers, simply donned with a set of leather armor, making him look like a rookie adventurer who had just started out.
Upon seeing Fink and Magat, Lis’s eyes lit up, and he smiled, nodding to the few people from the Mercenary Group.
Fink had a baffled expression on his face, but still nodded politely in greeting, while Magat seemed completely indifferent.
The camp was already set up properly; the caravaneers had unloaded the animals from the carts, and all the carts were arranged around the perimeter of the camp, where people and horses would rest for the night, encircled by the wagons.
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When a caravan is traveling, losing some goods is not a big deal, but injuries to people or horses would be troublesome.
The firewood crackled in the camp’s bonfire, and the pot on the orange flames whistled as it cooked, spreading the aroma of food all around.
Tiny sparks occasionally splattered onto the people sitting around the bonfire, but hardly anyone seemed to mind. Most people were chatting with one another, discussing recent interesting events to ease the fatigue of the day.
The White Wolf Mercenary Group did the same; apart from the few members who took turns keeping watch at night, they didn’t have to worry about anything else.
Fink was engrossed in stories of thrilling adventures that his teammates recounted, whether facing demons and wild beasts or braving natural disasters and human calamities, he listened with great interest.
For Fink, who had finally been allowed by the team leader to complete missions with Magat’s squad, the outside world was all the more mysterious and fascinating, far more interesting than the Lower City District of Bright City.
Even Fink wanted to encounter some fierce beast soon, so he could try out the sword edge he had honed for so long.
What young man doesn’t dream of becoming the hero sung of in the Minstrel’s ballads?
At that moment, Lis also walked over and naturally found a place to sit down by the bonfire of the White Wolf Mercenary Group.
The members of the Mercenary Group didn’t mind his presence; the campsite had no strict division, and many solo mercenaries were also sitting by this bonfire. Everyone just made do with what they had since there was still a long journey ahead.
This time of day was also for the caravan members to get to know each other and develop camaraderie.
“You are… the person from earlier?”
Fink perked up when he saw Lis come over.
After all, it was rare to see someone his own age in the caravan, and Fink was quite curious about Lis.
“Yeah, hello,”
Lis also waved his hand and nodded his thanks to someone who passed him freshly boiled hot water.
“Looking at your outfit, are you also a mercenary?”
Fink scooted over, leaning in with curiosity as he asked,
“I don’t seem to have seen you when we set off, did I?”
“Are you from the Feis Guild or a solo mercenary from the Mercenary Guild?”
To be honest, Fink’s forwardness might be hard for some to handle, but Lis didn’t find it bothersome.
Or rather, he had come for Fink.
When they stopped for a rest, Lis happened to see Fink standing among the White Wolf Mercenary Group.
At the time, Lis felt a sense of familiarity, and it took him a while to recall that wasn’t that the leader of the Blood Wolf Knight Order, Fink?
Lis had heard that the Feis Kingdom’s army leader was once a mercenary, but he hadn’t expected to encounter the young Fink here.
He only wondered what experiences would transform the current outwardly bright and forthright Fink into the silent, valiant Knight Order leader.
Lis was curious and, since he had nothing else to do at the moment, decided to interact with this younger version of Fink.
He was also interested in the future secret technique of the Blood Wolf Knight Order, “Blood Wolf Entanglement”, but it seemed the Fink before him likely hadn’t created it yet.
“Not exactly, I am traveling with my lord, who is now resting in the wagon.”
Lis pointed to his own carriage not far away, smiling as he spoke.
“Hmm… that carriage?”
Fink glanced in the direction Lis was pointing, and couldn’t help but be surprised.
Wasn’t that the luxurious carriage that had only arrived late this morning?
Magat, standing nearby, also noticed Lis conversing with Fink, but he remained silent, observing Lis covertly from the corner of his eye.
Fink also looked up at Magat, and seeing that the boss had no reaction, he continued to speak:
“I really had no idea you were on that carriage, I’ve been curious for a long time.”
“Let’s get acquainted, my name is Fink.”
Lis smiled as he shook the hand Fink offered.
“My name is Moriarty.”
Lis did not use his real name, but rather the one he had registered with at the Mercenary Guild.
“Nice to meet you, Moriarty.”
Fink slapped Lis’s shoulder with a palm, smiling as he spoke.
Then, leaning closer to Lis, he asked slyly:
“Who is your master, some important person? I see the convoy takes it very seriously, Roque the overseer has been over several times.”
Lis nodded and said in a low voice:
“I’ll tell you secretly, the person in the carriage is Marquis Kane, and I am his personal servant.”
“Oh? The Marquis, eh? I’ve never seen such great nobles before?”
Fink’s eyes filled with curiosity, he tilted his head and continued to ask Lis:
“What does Marquis Kane look like, is he an old man?”
Lis turned his head and glanced at Fink.
Such clear ignorance… innocence!
It seemed that Fink was still quite naive, Lis hadn’t said much, but there were many loopholes in his story that someone more experienced would have noticed something amiss.
“Not too bad, the lord is still fairly young.”
“I see.”
Fink nodded, altering his mental image of Marquis Kane from a white-bearded old gentleman to a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.
He sighed heavily, seemingly full of longing for the aristocracy.
Indeed, becoming a noble of the Kingdom is the lifetime aspiration of many commoners and mercenaries.
Lis noticed the anticipation in Fink’s eyes; young people always enjoy fantasizing about the future.
Unlike Magat, who seemed to have discovered something, Lis could feel the occasional glances thrown his way.
However, Lis soon ceased to pay attention to Magat.
The pot in front of him had begun to bubble, and the aroma of food started to waft through the air.
Although it was only the simplest vegetable soup, the convoy’s cooks had thrown in chunks of potatoes and carrots, which were easy to carry, and added some salted meat for seasoning.
When traveling with a convoy, one couldn’t be too particular, but even so, this hot vegetable soup paired with dark bread made for a decent meal on a somewhat chilly evening.