After about ten days and nights of struggling, we finally arrived at Fermil, the main city of Han River.
If you can draw a map, Fermil is probably in the middle of the entire Han River region, and it was named because it produces a plant called Fermil.
It's roughly equivalent to the acacia tree, but of course not exactly equivalent.
"Jose, I lifted Buck exactly 500 times, no more, no less."
Seeing the lofty walls in front of him, Dragan finally said with relief.
"You should feel fortunate ...
I heard that the second brigade has a deserter, their first captain lifted a hundred bucks at a time, and still can't lift his hand."
"Spiritual God bless ..." Dragan thought about the scene where he lifted a hundred bucks and couldn't help but get a chill, and hurriedly did the Spiritualism ritual.
Most people in the Odin Kingdom are Spiritualists, and as long as they are born in the Odin Kingdom, they will be sent to church for baptism by their parents when they are about one year old, and by the way, they become Spiritualists.
The ritual of this prayer is also unique, probably touching the nose, touching the eyes, touching everywhere, to express gratitude to the Spiritual God for the gift of their bodies.
Of course, this is only a very simple prayer, but the real formal prayer is to go to the church to bow and worship for a long time, which is very troublesome.
Seeing Odin's banner and many obvious Spirituals, the guards on the walls waited until the large group approached and immediately let the gates down to receive them.
"It looks like Fermil hasn't been overrun by the Kaiser yet." Dragan nodded at this, with an air of knowing.
Joseph expressed concern about his wisdom.
Once inside the city, all officers above column-commander were called to the city lord's house to meet and deliberate together, presumably to exchange various situations, as well as to formulate means of defending against the enemy.
Of course, the city lord of Fermil and the city lord of Figo city is not a level at all, the difference is like a municipality and a small border city, and this municipality also controls one of the kingdom's several major legions.
The column-commanders were away, there was no one to govern, and the soldiers under their command could relax and unwind properly, which was all tacitly allowed.
The troops had been traveling all night and should indeed take a break to better cope with the next war.
"Jose, I heard that there is a night market in Fermil, it's completely different from where we are."
"After all, it is a border area near Kaiser, it is normal to be influenced by Kaiser." Joseph replied.
Dragan and Joseph wandered around the northern city of Fermil twice.
The architecture here was different from that of Fico City, with a more peculiar style, mainly in the form of brighter colors and many hanging lanterns.
"What time is it about now?" Dragan bought a large roast for only five small Odin coins.
He tore it off and gave half to Joseph.
The roast was stained with heat, dense with white mist in the light of the lamp, and Joseph did not hesitate to take a bite, it must be the thigh of a cow, there is no complex spices, only the simplest aroma of grease and salt.
"It's about the tenth bell." Joseph looked at the sky, dark blue and gloomy.
"Then let's see the night market here ...
Meat here is so cheap, such a big piece of roast meat only five small coins, if in Fico, it would be sold at least to a big coin."
Fermil seems to be all flustered by Kaiser's invasion, and everything is as usual.
"Look at this, Jose, it's ivory! It's probably been there for years, and it's all become this texture ...
for only six large coins ...
but it's still a bit expensive."
Fermil's stall often has some strange and exotic things, such as this "ivory" in Dragan's hand.
"Put it down." Joseph said to Dragan, "It's of no use."
"It's no use to us, but if we ship it back to Fico, it'll fetch at least a few dozen large coins ...
Those rich people love this kind of jewelry!" Dragan lowered his voice and said in Joseph's ear, afraid that the stall owner heard.
The tusk has to be a real ivory.
Joseph thought.
Unfortunately, it was just an imitation made of poor quality jade.
Is the business of counterfeiting already flourishing at this point in time?
...
The "ivory" was eventually snatched up by another "knowledgeable" person - he offered ten large Odin coins, Dragan could only regret leaving.
"Jose, you said your wife was dead?"
"Did I say that?"
"Of course, you said it was safe to assume she was dead - that's what it should say, not that she's dead or should have left you."
"Indeed, many years."
Joseph sighed, after more than two thousand years, the memories of those twenty-six years seemed more like a bubble that sometimes surfaced, but not often.
"Many years? You're only twenty-six, has she been dead for ten years?"
"About the same."
"I'm about the same ...
did I tell you? I once had a wife, beautiful, her hair was dumpling yellow, blue eyes ...
beautiful."
Dragan said seemed to fall into a certain memory, the voice gradually lowered.
"What happened to her afterwards?"
"I married her when I was sixteen." Dragan thought for a moment and felt a stone from his shirt pocket, like a round pebble.
"I gave it to her then, and then she died in childbirth, and I still have this stone."
"It's a shame." Joseph didn't know what to say.
"At that time I was thinking, since there is Spiritual God in, will there be the existence of hell, is the kind of place where the undead go ...
Unfortunately I can not find, or I must have gone."
"Then I went to join the army, and that year there was a fight with the country of Amon, seemingly because the mangy monkeys had privately detained our caravan."
"In a place called Canary, I was a soldier for six years, but always a soldier, when our column-commander used to talk to me that I would be the column-commander after he was promoted to the rank of chief of a thousand men or after he died."
"Later he died, I am also of course column-commander ...
I really column-commander, this is not the slightest concealment."
Joseph looked at him twice, "Then why don't you continue to be column-commander, perhaps you are now a general."
"Our column is dead finished ...
Amonites stole our camp at night, those cunning Baen Lai monkeys ..."
Dragan put the Amonites in a foul mood, to the effect of expressing his displeasure at the Amonites' sneak attack.
"Then why are you alive?"
"I ..." Dragan hung his head for a long time before saying, "I escaped by playing dead ...
I was a coward then."
"My comrades rushed one by one, I also wanted to rush, but I was accidentally shot by an arrow, was slightly wounded, I hid."
"Later the Ammonites killed us people after also one by one to fill the knife, they inserted our heart ...
I was lucky, my heart is on the right side."
Dragan pulled back his shirt and there was indeed a scar on his left chest.
...
He survived, quite undignified, like a barn, until today.