Chapter 98 (1/2)

Chapter 98: Encounter with the Fairies 1

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The wagon had exited the Emperor’s capital Nemesis and headed north along the highway.

Krom, the northern part of the Empire, was far, so the wagon constantly had to change its horses and stop from time to time.

And without a station attendance, they had to stay in the village Inn or had to stay homeless.

They were prepared for the homeless part of the trip, so they didn’t think of it as an inconvenience.

Was it around 5 days since they have left the capital?

When the sun went down near the wilderness on the northern side they were heading, Luke asked Mabu, the wagon driver, to find a place suitable to camp.

There was a campsite not far from their location.

However, there were people who had already gone there.

People from 30 different wagons were seated and burning fire.

Half of them were merchants and the other half were mercenaries.

“Should we just pass?”, asked Philip

There were many mercenaries who haven’t been doing well in recent times. And then there were those kinds of con-artists who acted like merchants.

Philip wasn’t very keen on camping with strangers in the wilderness.

He was a man who could deal with an unexpected situation, but as he was tired and feeling down, he wanted to avoid any unfavorable situation if he could.

Luke shook his head.

“Is the next village a day away? Let’s just sleep here.”

“Tch, okay,” responded Philip

At Luke’s decision, the wagon was brought into the campsite.

Once their done parking the wagon, Philip and Mabu started preparing dinner.

A merchant, who had been looking at them, came over to talk.

A middle-aged man with a bald head greeted them with a smile and introduced himself.

“I am Clark of Merlin. From which family do you come from?”

“He is the Lord of Rakan Viscount.”

At the response of Philip, the bald man, Clark, was rather surprised.

He thought that the group was just a noble family. But they were the Rakan family!

Clark began to speak much more politely to them.

“Ah! The descendant of the legendary hero Rakan. If it doesn’t bother you, I would like to serve you dinner, would that be alright?” Clark asked.

Clark had known just a month ago that the Lord of Rakan had won the battle against Count Monarch.

The Rakan Viscount had devoured the second largest estate in the South. Their fame and reputation had increased tremendously after that. Even the future trades, the traders had been entertained in numerous ways.

Clark looked over at Luke and pulled out a wine he had been saving.

“By the way, why are you going through here?”, asked Clark.

“Things just happened and the next thing we know we’re here.”

Luke replied rather roughly.

The impression Clark had presented to Luke didn’t seem that good, there was some kind of suspiciousness in his behavior.

That was why Philip refused to talk as well.

The words weren’t providing them any hints. However, there was just something that bothered them very much.

It was the luggage in the carriage.

A thick wooden box. A thick large box. In addition, the back door was locked tight with a bolt.

It was very inconceivable to think that the carriages used by regular merchants were open-fitted with anchored ropes and covered with oiled-waterproof tents on the cargo.

‘There is a product on the cart. But this guy had found something quite unique.’