Like a driver with ten years of driving experience, Dean holds the reins firmly and allows himself to have a very comfortable posture without being overworked; At this moment, Dean followed the convoy of merchants, just like those merchants, and he couldn't see the slightest flaw, especially when he spoke with an authentic accent of the three southern counties, and several merchants with the same accent came to his side.

These merchants, like Dean, had no guards, and only a small amount of goods—not only that they could bring so many goods, or that they could not afford to hire guards, but at least, in Dean's search, it was certain that some of the merchants he had spoken to were worth a lot of money.

And why is it being done?

In addition to the extremely precious items they carried, the only thing left was to open up trade routes.

And after about ten minutes, Dean was more inclined to the latter—after all, if he really was carrying extremely precious objects, even if he appeared to be alone on the surface, he should have secretly arranged some arrangements; At the very least, one or two good hands are inevitable; And obviously, there are no people around him who can be called good hands.

"Ike, what are you carrying?"

A businessman who was also driving a one-man carriage and running alongside Dean asked—Ike, a pseudonym that Dean casually reported when they were introducing each other before.

"Some herbs that aren't very valuable, but they're good enough to pay off!"

Dean replied in the tone of a businessman.

In fact, because of the existence of competition between merchants, the goods of each other were kept secret; Therefore, vague coping is the mainstream way of conversation between them.

"Is that so?"

The questioning merchant apparently didn't believe Dean's answer, but he didn't pursue it, but struck up a conversation with a few other merchants with a southern accent; And then, in Dean's deliberate avoidance, he gradually broke away from this circle and became a marginal character in the true sense.

And that's exactly what Dean needed - too much of a catch, and if he suddenly disappeared, it would cause unnecessary trouble.

Under Dean's deliberate maintenance, the time lasted until noon, and in the face of the scorching midday sun, most of the merchants chose to rest, especially a few caravans with escorts, and even parked the carriage on the side of the road, and this practice made more merchants do the same.

Undoubtedly, following these guarded caravans made these merchants feel safer.

Some of the merchants, however, hurried on their way, hoping to get into the next town, Horseshoe Town, also run by the second son of the Marquis of York, before it was completely dark.

The second son of the Marquis of York was in charge of two domains, of which the city of Tiphorn was one and the four towns including Horn Town, Horseshoe Town, Shield Town, and Face Armor Town were the other - of course, the names of these towns and cities are enough to show the love of the Marquis of York and the people of the York family for their military career.

The straight-line distance between Horn Town and Horseshoe Town is less than 100 kilometers, and for merchants with horses, unless they are carrying heavy goods, they can reach it in a day; Another reason for their hurried journey was the safety of Yorkshire.

The Marquis of York was enthusiastic about the bandits, and this was good news for most merchants who could not afford the price of the guards.

Therefore, these lone merchants dared to break away and choose to hurry up alone.

Otherwise, even with double profits, they will choose to gather together and move forward - there are many bold businessmen, but even more timid ones.

Dean's carriage did not stop, and joined the group in a hurry, and quickly broke away - his object was not Horseshoe Town, or even a city under the second son of the Marquis of York, or any of the four towns; In order to be able to reach the garrison of the Knights of Fecharon within a month, he had to speed up even if he had horses, not to mention that he had enough time to prepare when he arrived at the Knights of Fecharon.

And this is undoubtedly destined for Dean's journey under the stars, and he must choose the best route.

In the afternoon, therefore, Dean departed from his original course, leaving the territory of the second son of the Marquis of York, and entering the territory of another baron, and in that town Dean had only replenished his dry food and water, and fodder for the horses, and then went out again.

It was not until it was completely dark that he stopped the carriage; The horses were untied from the frame and fodder, and almost instantly, the horse's head came over - a fine feed mixed with dried turnips and mung bean cakes, usually for war horses; For the horses who pull the cart, it is obviously a rare delicacy.

Gently patting the horse's head, Dean took out the dry food and water—the dry food was a dry cake made of ground grain and steamed with water, mixed with some salt, not so light and tasteless, but it was definitely not delicious, especially the dry and hard touch, and the teeth were almost all sore from the severity.

It seems that even the feed for the horses is not as good.

However, Dean didn't care about this at all, he had eaten worse food than this, not to mention, if he wanted to make the horse run fast, he must need good feed, he didn't want to waste time and money on the way, changing horses again - although he was still rich, but he knew what he was going to do, he didn't think that he could have squandered capital, and even if he disposed of everything he carried, it was only enough for the initial expenses.

And it is precisely because of this that Dean thought of working with Rumon to open that smuggling route - of course, in that letter, Dean did not say much, but only vaguely proposed some words that were clear enough to understand, and a specific time.

Two months!

Aside from the time on the road, Dean set himself a one-month deadline to take over the Knights of Fecharon once and for all—a bit of a rush, of course, but a bit of a luxury for Dean, who wanted to take part in a war in less than a year; Especially now when Dean still has nothing.

So, Dean preceded the term with the prefix 'thorough'.

"It's the moon, and the first Blood Moon War in memory was at the Moonburst...... Sitti used about 40,000 infantry, 10,000 light cavalry, 5,000 heavy cavalry, and about 20,000 auxiliaries, a total of nearly 80,000 troops, to attack Yorktown, the center of Yorkshire...... The Knights of Fecharon are just a local order, and the total number of people, including auxiliaries, is less than fifty......"

Sitting on the ground leaning on the wheel, Dean silently recalled a qiē in his memory, and the strong contrast of numbers made Dean frown, making his thinking almost stalemate.

Soon, though, the sound of horses' hooves in the distance interrupted Dean's thoughts.

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