Chapter 91: Caravan and the City of Ashmelion (1/2)

Spring...

This season has always been a season that brought joy and euphoric excitement to many races, transcending mere continents and planes of existence. This was also true not only on Earth but also in the world of Las Felipinas.

A world so beautiful and gorgeous, amazingly fertile, and full of mysteries.

The Forest of Everlasting Light could be considered as a beautiful gem in the jewel-studded fabric continent of Lagreas.

Even though the continent wasn't the biggest and the most bountiful, it had a fair share of mysteries. Some say that dozens of hidden independent spaces were present in the Forest of Everlasting Light, waiting to be discovered by some lucky, or others may consider as foolish men.

Of course, rumors were just rumors. But that didn't prevent the people to venture out and potentially satisfy their dreams of rags to riches by accidentally running into a treasure trove or meeting the love of their life in the form of Elves.

Sadly, the last Kingdom of the Elves, the Kingdom of Silvermoon has been lost for several thousands of years already.

In other words, Elves were considered as exotic and rare amongst the wide variety of demi-human species in the world of Las Felipinas.

They do exist but in this current epoch. Most of the Elves were half-blooded Elves. None of them had the pure and untainted blood of Elves coursing through their veins.

A caravan with tens of carriages and more than thirty guards were crawling across the lands not too far away from the Forest of Everlasting Light. The unhurried and leisurely pace seemed peculiar for most merchants lived by the adage that time was essentially money.

Spring was the most beautiful season in every world out there in the cosmos.

This was a season that brought joy and lifted the spirits of anyone. The warm breeze interlaced with the scents of various attractive seasonal flowers brought a sense of catharsis to the travelers, carrying away their worries and fatigue.

The caravan may have a lot of horses, but their individual carriages weren't that big.

The marks left on the ground by the wheels of the caravan were also quite shallow. In other words, their goods weren't particularly heavy. The number of guards surrounding the caravan seemed to be extravagant compared to the number of their goods.

Furthermore, these guards were completely made-up of young men dressed in refined armors and topnotch weapons as well as superior saddles for their horses.

This was clear evidence that this group must not be trifled with, good equipment and weapons were considered as signs of being good fighters in general.

It was obvious that the employer of these guards wasn't particularly thrifty for he gave each and every guard protecting this caravan — equipment and weapons that could be considered as far too extravagant in the eyes of others.

But this small detail meant something, as money and power were interlaced in the world of Las Felipinas.

Those with enough experience could see that this caravan had goods from the Forest of Everlasting Light — the flesh and fur of demonic beasts, as well as various materials and rare medicinal ingredients. The individual carriages may be light, but their worth far surpassed the annual income of most merchant caravans.

The symbol of a lightning strike surrounded by contrasting white clouds up above the skies made it obvious to every scholar as to who owned and ran the caravan. The family running this caravan had deep roots in history, they were ancient enough and had received various merit in past wards.

This family wasn't that influential due to the passing of time, but one couldn't say that they were declining either.

These subtle hints and clues shouldn't be able to escape from the eyes of those experienced in rogue professions such as banditry. However, several days have already passed since this caravan had departed from its original location, yet they still haven't encountered any bandits.

As for the reason?

Well...

It was because of the young man sitting in the most inconspicuous carriage.

The young man had his right eye missing and his right arm was crippled, dangling lifelessly on his side.

However, none of the guards dared to mess with him for they had already experienced first-hand as to what the young man was capable of doing.

Furthermore, there was no reason for them to provoke him. It was because the young man was the reason why the caravan's travel this time was quite peaceful and uneventful.

A young man clad in the superior equipment of guards yawned loudly and said, ”Damn... It's so boring... Why are there no bandits? Are you really that familiar with the safe routes here, or are they just smarter than before to know that it's impossible for them to fight against us?”

The one-eyed young man was obviously the target of his speech for there was no one else within the carriage.

”No bandits in this place can possibly be stupid. How else were they able to survive for so long, if they weren't smart?”

The armored young man chuckled and then said in a jesting manner, ”How about any courageous bandits? I mean, sometimes, courage can take precedence over our minds, you know?”

The one-eyed young man stared at the other and nodded his head, ”Well, you're right...”

”But the courageous ones die even faster than the stupid ones.”

He suddenly raised his head and stared blankly at the distance.

”It seems that we are finally about to meet some courageous ones.”

A smirk appeared on the one-eyed young man's face.

The armored young man quickly caught on what he was talking about, ”Enemy attack?”

The one-eyed young man didn't even bother to answer. He leaned back on the walls of the carriage and continued scribbling on his small and shabby notebook.

But when the armored young man saw what he was doing...

A grim look appeared on his face.

”I can see that you're revising our plans, Calvin...” He said.

Yes, the one-eyed young man was Calvin.

”Yeah... The new record is six days without meeting any bandits. I hope that with this plan, I can make a breakthrough and reach seven days without meeting any bandits.”

The armored young man smiled, ”Well, if you can do that, then I'll admit that you're the best cartographer in the entire Kingdom of Joselian, No — in the entire world of Las Felipinas.”