756 754 Reunion with Jean (1/2)
”No, that was an awesome number of people”
”Mm-hmm. It was awesome.”
”On”
Two days after the final.
With more people around the inn, we decided to travel Urmut.
I've already greeted the acquaintances, and I shouldn't have had a problem...
I had no idea there were so many people ambushing at the gates of the town. You were a little scared because the number of people around you swells up while you wait for the order.
They've gathered not only merchants and nobles who want to connect with Fran, but also residents who want to drop off Fran, the winner. It is difficult to insult the resident network.
In the end, the guards at the gate drove me around and got nothing because they handled Fran with special treatment...
If it had been a little later, the wild horses would have rubbed me to the limit of my patience.
Good job, Mr. Guard!
”What do we do from here? I still have about half a month until I make a promise to Verios. Even if we hurry back, there's plenty of room to stop somewhere. '
”What about Barbora?
'Cause that's just the opposite direction.'
”Mmm. Bye, Aretha. Because I didn't see Amanda before. I'll see you next time.”
”Well, shall we head to Aretha first?”
”Mmm! Ursi, go!
”On!”
It was very comfortable on the road. Strong warcraft does not appear, and if Ursi and Fran have some bad roads - or mountains or valleys - they are a straight line.
On the road, I repeated my stopover quite a bit, but in 10 days I reached Aretha. If you hear there's a village with hot springs nearby, you're going.
”Something's wrong”
'Wow. What is that evil-laden skeleton carriage?'
In front of Aretha's main entrance, a carriage was parked that emitted a tremendous presence.
Oh, my God, it's all made of bone. The wheels, the body, the horses, everything is bone. Naturally your man was a skeleton.
A skeleton wearing a worn robe grips a skeleton from a skeletal horse and is made of bone connections. But I guess the fact that the gatekeeper is not in a combat position is not an enemy. Either way, it's the extreme of evil...
As we approached the carriage on alert, Skeleton reacted here.
”Oh ya? Not Mr. Fran, Masenka?
Normally, I'd be surprised, but we had an idea.
”Maybe Jean's?
”Ha Yi. S in Bernardo”
It was Bernardo, a skeleton who was Jean's squire. In the case of Floating Island, I was taken care of.
Honestly, Skeleton can't tell, so I had no idea.
”The rumor is, sir. Looks like you're gonna do it, sir.”
”Thanks.”
”Is Jean not here?
”Welcome, Masuyo?
I don't see any sign of Jean...
”Ha ha! Long time no see! Fran, you!
”Gal!”
Suddenly up behind me laughing, Fran shivers his body bikly. Looking back, there was a suspicious man wearing a worn out robe there.
”Jean.”
”Uhm! It seems healthy and more than anything else! As always, it's going to be a good undead material and I'm glad to hear it!