441 was a smuggler

Although this temporary stone building created by magic is not very spacious, the height of more than ten meters, after being divided into two floors, is enough for everyone to enter and rest, including those war horses. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Naturally, the carriage and baggage were placed outside. The whirring wind was heard outside, and as long as you listened, you knew how cold it was outside. Now that this big stone house created by magic has come out, everyone stays inside, although they dare not say that it is as warm as spring, but it is also much warmer, at least they don't have to fight against the cold wind.

The cavalrymen took out some baggage, first fed their horses fodder, and then ate cold dry food, and the ceremonial officers ate some things casually, and then began to talk to each other. Although everyone suppresses their voices, after all, there are many people, and it seems a little noisy.

There are many people, many horses, and some war horses begin to excrete feces, and the smell in the big stone house begins to become rich and strange, although there are several ventilation openings above the building, there is still no way to expel the internal odor in the first place.

However, Beta had his own way, and he activated a small magical barrier around him to keep the smell out.

The barrier is not big, but it is no problem to have a few people sitting in it to chat. Shirley, Sophia, and Jessica were naturally there, and Fahu was very clever, salivating, and squeezed in, so that Beta had to expand the enchantment a little.

"It seems that when you go on an expedition in the future, you must bring a magician." Faxiu glanced at Shirley, and quickly looked away, this appearance of a thief without a thief's courage made people feel funny in their hearts.

Beta shook her head: "It's a little difficult. Turning mud into stone, turning stone into mud is not a powerful magic, but if you want to do it to the level of Shirley, you can't do it without enough strength. And most importantly, under normal circumstances, master magicians will not casually follow the army to patrol outside overnight. ā€

Faxiu thinks about it, the magicians are all above the top, and the poor ones are willing to follow the army, but they can't build such a temporary station, and the strong ones have their own industries or networks, and they don't need to sell their labor at all, and they can get a lot of resources.

Shirley was a little tired, and she suddenly made such a big battle, even if she was a divine creature, she couldn't stand it.

She rested her head on Beta's shoulder and fell into a dazed sleep. After a while, Susan came over with a middle-aged man.

The man was dressed in a black robe and had gray hair. His age is very delicate, it is okay to say that he is middle-aged, and it is almost the same as that of an old man, which is the feeling that is difficult to describe.

Susan waved outside the barrier, and Beta invited the two of them in.

This man is worthy of being a ceremonial officer, and as soon as he entered, he bent down and saluted, a very standard kind, and said at the same time: "Your Excellency, just now your female companion let us see a scene comparable to a miracle, so I have some ideas. ā€

"Please."

"Since we can have this ability to be stationed anywhere, maybe we don't have to go through the country of Udabri, we can bypass its borders and go directly to the country of Frost Star."

The country of Udabri and Hollevin are enemy states, and although there is an unspoken rule of not killing envoys, this matter is not absolute. Now that a regiment of envoys has disappeared, it is not strange that another one will disappear. If you can bypass Udabri and go directly to the Frost Star Country, it is a good choice.

Beta thought for a moment and said, "It's just that I don't know how to get from the border of Udaburi to the Frost Star Country. ā€

"Your Excellency, don't worry, I know." The ceremonial officer said with a smile, a picture of merit.

If Kyle were here, he would be glad to hear that. But Beta doesn't, he knows very well that many times people are separated from each other, and what the other party is thinking, whether it's good or bad, you don't know at all.

Beta believed only half of the ceremonial officer's words, and the other half was due to the suspicion that he had to take responsibility for the lives of the whole legacy, all men.

"So, you have a map?"

"I don't have a map, but it's all mine." The ceremonial officer pointed to his head.

As soon as he heard this, Beta felt even more unreliable. He knows very well that most of the time, the most unreliable thing for people is memory. That's why there is a bad pen, which is better than a good memory.

Beta has only participated in mercenary activities in the first few years in the game, and in the next few years, he has spent time in the territory owner. Therefore, he did not know how to circumvent the border between Ubudari and the Frost Star Country.

In addition, the maps in the game are not very accurate, and even if you look at it roughly, if you don't know the details, many places are simply dead ends, or dead ends.

"Please be seated." Beta looked at each other curiously: "You are a ceremonial officer, and you have walked through the border before?" ā€

The ceremonial officer sneered, "Before I was thirty years old, I used to be a traveling merchant. ā€

"A traveling merchant on the border?" Beta smiled slightly, "It's a smuggler." ā€

If you're a smuggler, it's not surprising to remember to connect the route map.

The ceremonial officer didn't feel embarrassed, he smiled and said: "I can't hide it from Your Excellency, indeed, I used to be a smuggler, and after making some money, I found someone to learn writing and etiquette, and then spent some money to become a ceremonial officer." ā€

This is not a good life experience, and the ceremonial officer said this with the intention of winning Beta's trust.

Beta slapped his palm on his knee twice before he said, "So, what do you want to get for the route?" ā€

"No, I just want to do something for the legaries." The ceremonial officer smiled nobly.

Beta continued: "You have been a businessman for decades, even if you are now a ceremonial officer, you are still a businessman at heart, you come to tell me the route, you must ask for something. ā€

The ceremonial officer was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "Indeed, if the mission of the envoy can be successful this time, I hope that Your Excellency will teach my son magic when I return." ā€

Beta shook her head: "It's too expensive. ā€

Just kidding! Elite-level magicians, to teach a student, the fee is at least twenty gold coins per month, a master-level spellcaster like him, how can he teach students to get fifty gold coins per month, and learning magic is not an overnight thing, and those who can afford him to be a teacher are not really big nobles, or the royal family.

Money isn't an issue, the problem is that Beta doesn't have much time to be distracted by teaching other students.

The ceremonial officer thought for a moment and said, "Then can I ask Shirley to teach my son this magic of building a house?" ā€

Beta still shook her head.

The ceremonial officer gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it, I will still draw a road map for Your Excellency." ā€

"It's not that he doesn't want to teach, but he may not be able to learn, and even if he does, he can't do it to this extent." Beta said slowly: "There are many gaps between people. ā€

The ceremonial officer was about to say something, but Beta suddenly stood up, waved his hand to silence everyone, and then closed his eyes.

Joan of Arc was still hovering in the air, and from its line of sight, it could see a long procession slowly moving in their direction.