The ups and downs of life are always full of unexpected turns.
The boy who walked out of the beast camp thought he would become a powerful mercenary, but a disaster from heaven pushed the boy's destiny to the wider world.
"Go, I think this is also Keynes and Randall's wish. Not only will it be safer there, but it will also make you stronger!" Aunt Nightingale comforted Arthur softly.
"When I become stronger, I will come back again to avenge the mercenary group!" Arthur gritted his teeth and said.
"Never come back, and don't think about revenge? You can't afford to offend that mysterious organization!"
"No, I must take revenge! I am a mercenary of the Blue Enchantress, and faith is life!"
Nightingale showed a smile of relief, "As expected of the Blue Enchantress, Keynes, Randall and others did not misjudge the person, so don't think about revenge until you become a warrior-level warrior!"
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It rained all night and stopped when the sky was about to light up, and it was a new day.
There has long been a queue waiting to leave the city in front of the city gate. There are woodcutters who go out to chop wood, hunters who go into the mountains to hunt, mercenaries who accept entrusted tasks, and caravans who come to the border to do fur and herbal medicine business. All kinds of people are trying to make a living. Busy ordinary people.
Nightingale changed Arthur into ordinary civilian clothes, and overnight entrusted a familiar caravan to leave the city early tomorrow morning. She only said that she was helping take a friend's child to study abroad.
Compared with the interrogation when entering the city, the city guards did not interrogate people one by one when leaving the city, and no one paid any attention to the teenagers mixed in the caravan.
After walking out of the city gate, Arthur couldn't help but turn around and look back. He was still a child when he entered the city with the mercenary group three years ago, and he was already a teenager when he left today. But he didn't know when he would be able to come back?
In addition, there is another mystery that lingers in Arthur's heart. Why did Captain Cairns suddenly become a warrior-level warrior? Why did he suddenly pass away after swinging a few swords? What on earth had Cairns experienced? Everything has become an unsolved mystery...
"You started to miss home so soon?" Seeing Arthur keep looking back, a slightly fat middle-aged man came over and asked, it was Rawhide, the owner of the caravan.
Arthur showed a shy smile, "It's okay, Uncle Rawhide, I'm just a little reluctant to leave."
"It's already pretty good. You dare to go out to study alone at such a young age. When I was your age, I didn't even dare to leave the village. If you need anything along the way, just tell me. Nightingale and I have been old friends for many years. , don't be polite."
Arthur smiled politely and bowed his thanks.
From this day on, Arthur followed Rawhide's caravan all the way south.
Rawhide's caravan is small, with only twelve musk oxen pulling goods. It is one of the many small and medium-sized caravans that travel to and from the border in the kingdom's interior. Rawhide runs several grocery stores in Solar City. He always makes two trips to Huey Ores City every year to bring back herbs and furs from the Orlando Mountains for simple processing and sale.
Because he often traveled this route, Rawhide only brought six accompanying merchants. Just in case, he hired five mercenaries in Juarez City to escort him all the way.
These mercenaries come from a small mercenary group with only E level. The leader is a skinny mercenary in his forties, who is only a third level warrior. There are also three second-level warriors, and a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, who is only a first-level warrior.
In fact, this is the norm for warriors on the mainland. Someone like Arthur who became a third-level warrior at the age of fifteen is extremely talented.
Generally, martial artists start practicing martial arts at the age of seven or eight, working out their bodies and tempering their muscles and bones. As long as they have a little bit of talent and are willing to put in hard work, by the age of seventeen or eighteen, fighting energy can flow through the meridians throughout the body and become a first-level warrior. After that, there was the process of continuously accumulating fighting spirit, tempering the body with fighting spirit, and after seven or eight years of hard work, he became a second-level warrior at the age of twenty-five or six. When the vast majority of warriors are promoted to the third level, their journey as warriors comes to an end. Only a few warriors with excellent talents or opportunities to be deliberately cultivated can overcome the threshold of the third level and become warriors at the captain level.
From now on, the path of a warrior is like a pyramid, getting narrower as you go up. The warrior general is the presence on the top of the tower that all warriors look up to. As for the generals and above, they are legendary existences.
Along the way, these mercenaries were very dedicated. Whether they were exploring the route during the day or patrolling at night, there were no mistakes. It can be seen that although the middle-aged mercenary Norris who leads the team is not high in level, he is very experienced as an old mercenary.
As time went by, the mercenaries quickly got to know the guys at the business house and Arthur, and they often even made vulgar jokes.
Arthur was worried about exposing his identity and deliberately kept a distance from the mercenaries. But the young mercenary named Hasid heard that Arthur was studying in the royal city of Singapore. Every time he stopped to rest, he always liked to surround Arthur and ask questions. His words revealed his envy and respect for the royal city. Yearning.
"Brother Arthur, how about we compete? We are both first-level warriors. I want to see how big the gap is with you, a warrior who has the opportunity to study in the royal city?"
As soon as the caravan stopped at a waterside, Norris and several other mercenaries were looking around to check the situation, and Hasid took the opportunity to get close to Arthur again.
Because a fifteen-year-old third-level warrior was too intimidating, Arthur only said that he had just broken through the first level, which aroused Hasid's interest in competing with Arthur.
"Forget it, Brother Hasid, I just broke through level one, I definitely can't beat you."
"Don't worry, it's just a test. We don't use weapons, and I will be careful and will never hurt you." Hasid still advised Arthur without giving up.
Suddenly, there was a chaotic sound of horse hooves in the distance, interrupting Haste's desire to compete.
"Alert!"
The Norris people who were nearby had quickly run back, drawing their weapons on the outside of the caravan, ready to fight at any time.
Smoke and dust were rolling on the road, and just as the mercenaries were getting ready, a dozen tall wildebeests rushed forward.
The knight on the horse is tall and mighty, wearing silver armor and a golden cloak. The armor has a red cross on the chest, and the cloak is embroidered with three burning flames.
"The Punishment Knights of the Church of Light, no one can offend these guys!" Hasid explained in a low voice to Arthur beside him.
The human nation of Ireland has two political and religious systems. The body is under the control of His Majesty the King, and the soul is under the control of His Majesty the Pope.
"Who is in charge here?" the leading knight with a square face asked loudly.
"Praise the God of Light!" Rawhide hurriedly stepped forward to caress his heart, bowed and performed the standard etiquette of a believer, and then said: "I am the owner of the caravan, please give me instructions from the Knight of Light."
The square-faced knight nodded with satisfaction, "We are chasing a boy who is 14 or 15 years old. Have you seen him?"
Arthur was stunned for a moment, and then he found that everyone's eyes seemed to be slowly turning to him...