The conflict between Filippo and the middle-aged mercenary - they later learned that his name was Moreau - vaguely caused the entire team to split into two groups. Of course, Moreau's companions are on the same side as him. On the surface, this conflict seems to be just a scam caused by a stupid man who speaks freely. But if you want to go deeper, it is still because of his identity. , the inevitable conflicts arising from different worldviews and concepts caused by the growth environment.
And if you think about it carefully, I'm afraid it is inseparable from our Mr. Sage.
After all, Filippo was just a young man, although he probably had more than 12 years of experience in sword fighting - the descendants of the nobles of the Padrosi Empire usually started learning at the age of 8 - so that he was already skilled in sword fighting. Although he has reached a very high level, psychologically, he still cannot get rid of the common problems among boys of this age.
He doesn't learn well and doesn't know how to keep a low profile.
This is a common problem among teenagers to a certain extent, but when you put a lot of effort into something, you naturally want others to pay attention to those aspects of you, rather than your apparent aristocratic status.
Why does this have anything to do with our Mr. Sage? The answer is always the same, and there will always be only one answer.
——He is too strong.
Filippo has invested all the energy in his life so far on this matter. He is proud and proud. Although others often define him by his aristocratic status rather than the swordsmanship he is good at, the young man firmly believes that as long as it is related to swordsmanship, even if he is not good at it, he can still fight to a tie with others, or make the other party win miserably.
And the only thing he was confident about was that he was slapped to death with a backhand like a little bug without even making a ripple in front of Henry.
The psychological frustration caused by this was not unserious. The frustration in his heart was in urgent need of a victory to reconcile and rebuild his self-confidence. But there are only a few people in his team, and except for Henry, who can't beat them, the rest can't be beaten.
So in the end, this anger fell on the middle-aged mercenary Moro who formed a temporary team.
A little childish, a little mean, but even without the premise of the frustration Henry caused him, I'm afraid they wouldn't get along better.
Among the female aristocratic circles of Padrosi's upper class, including Miss Margaret, in addition to horror novels and adventure novels, they also like to read about aristocratic ladies who have broken away from the shackles of political marriage and have true love regardless of money or status. It tells the story of a farm boy falling in love and even eloping.
But this kind of beautiful fantasy only exists in literature. Even if there are indeed similar examples in reality, the true love romance that was widely circulated at the beginning did not end well.
The differences between two young people from different classes due to their differences in identity and growing environment will be the driving force that draws them together in the first place.
This freshness is very attractive to people who have never been exposed to it - the peasant boy likes the politeness and gentleness of the aristocratic lady, and the aristocratic lady likes the simplicity and unpretentiousness of the peasant boy.
But this is limited to chance encounters.
When they really start living together, the differences caused by class and growth environment will cause them to have conflicts everywhere. The original politeness and gentleness turned into hypocrisy and disgusting, while simplicity and unpretentiousness turned into barbarism and vulgarity. After all, people are accustomed to the environment in which they grew up and the daily behaviors in that environment. They are initially attracted to heterogeneous things precisely because they are tired of the same daily routine, but when this heterogeneity becomes daily routine, , they began to miss the more comfortable life before.
So when Filippo, who was born in a noble family, and the common people in these caravans came together to travel together and eat and live together, it was only a matter of time before conflicts broke out.
This time it was just because of Filippo's psychological factors that he came a little early.
Only two days after setting off, the team was almost torn apart. Although the five of them were still close to the large team behind them, they basically did not communicate with each other. Even within the team, Mira did not talk to Margaret, and Filippo had not spoken to her since yesterday. He kept silent as if he was a different person, and the overall atmosphere was quite strange.
Fortunately, the leader of this team is still a caravan. The nature of a businessman is to make you laugh if you slap him a few times. If you can't have this level of shamelessness and patience, you will either be hacked to death early or die. If you can't do business, you will starve to death. Not to mention that this incident had nothing to do with them, so with the efforts of several people, including the businessman uncle who had had a few words of conversation with Mira before, the team was finally able to avoid a substantial split.
Faced with issues of interest, face is not worth mentioning at all.
This is the reason why merchants are successful and are still looked down upon by the nobility despite having a lot of wealth. Although many aristocratic families on the east coast, where the atmosphere is more open, also have their own chambers of commerce, their own family members are at best acting as directors of chambers of commerce. Administrative work is still a step above businessmen running around doing business. And as we mentioned before, they - or they - are all ladies from noble families.
Male Padrosi nobles rarely engage in such work, and they either enter the political circles of the empire or join the military. Although a thousand years have passed, this country, which in the past regarded women as men's property and therefore added the suffix "Nia" to the end, still cannot treat men and women of all classes completely equally.
In the eyes of many people, the noble lady should be the kind of character who hides pitifully and trembles in a certain place, waiting for the heroic knight - which is usually themselves - to save her. They should be obedient and daring to have their own opinions, their own thoughts, and their own opinions are treasonous. Under this premise, the seriousness of the behavior of our client, Miss Margaret, with her curly hair and exposed forehead, is just a trivial matter. It is difficult to summarize it in one sentence.
Mira didn't understand this. Although Henry understood it of course, he didn't point it out for some reasons.
A sage always has his own set of standards of conduct based on his own experience and way of thinking, and if many of his actions were taken apart individually, ordinary people would only find it incomprehensible or even seriously protest, but when all Henry has done When things are connected together and a result finally comes out, they will be surprised to find that everything is under his control from beginning to end.
Just like a musician plucking the strings with just a slight force of his fingers each time, the sound is neither loud nor eye-catching when viewed alone, but when they are all connected together, it is an unforgettable song. A catchy track to open your attention.
The inner thoughts in each other's arms were all complicated, and a team of dozens of people moved forward on the country road like this.
Padrosi is Padrosi after all. Even in this season known as "Autumn Rain", it still shows people the sunshine. Fortunately, this land is already rich in water and grass, with dense vegetation, mountain shades and cold underground rivers emerging in endlessly. It does not turn into the second Abu Serra prairie, which is so hot and depressing under the tireless sunshine. .
Although the speed of traveling by carriage was not as fast as galloping on horseback, in two days they still covered a distance that was far beyond the reach of walking. Near three or four o'clock in the evening, the team came to a small stone bridge that looked very ancient.
Perhaps because of the rain the day before, the water level in the creek under the stone bridge increased a lot. It can be judged from the plants that are obviously not aquatic plants that are submerged in water and swaying slightly with the flow of the stream. They should usually be located on riverbanks. The soil here is moist and the creek is wide and the sunlight is not occupied by other towering trees. It is suitable for the growth of small and strong weeds.
The convoy stopped and began preparations for setting up camp. Passengers traveling with their families on traveling carriages with roofs and wooden walls felt their own superiority. These cheap traveling carriages common in Padrosi were generally rectangular in shape and were larger than commercial cars. In the warm weather, Even in autumn in the South, you only need to lay out a mat inside and spend a night in a shelter that can protect you from the wind and rain.
The only people who needed to camp were eight individual mercenaries and Henry and his party. Since it didn't rain, the merchants only needed to move the goods on the flatbed truck to make room enough for them to curl up and sleep and then cover themselves with quilts. Of course, this way of sleeping without being able to stretch out the body cannot be said to be relaxing and comfortable, but every business trip has considerable risks. Businessmen will try their best to run as much as possible without falling apart when encountering danger. Pull some cargo.
Others didn't care about the life they had long been accustomed to. Only Margaret stood there and watched for a long time.
But just when Mira thought she would say something like: "How can you sleep in a place like that?" and other words like a noble lady, the curly-haired girl just silently and clumsily started to try Make the bedding on their flatbed wagon yourself.
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The Luoan girl relented.
She walked forward, and Margaret was stunned for a while. She thought Mira was going to lose her temper and scold her, so her little shoulders trembled. But the white-haired girl just started to help her tidy up quickly. Although she didn't say a word, her expression was much softer than before.
"Do things in an orderly manner." She said this without looking back, turned around, walked to the sage's side, and started to set up her tent.
"What are you doing?" Noticing Henry's eyes, Mira glared at him, who shrugged and said nothing.
"Mr. Sage is such a terrible adult." The Luoan girl rolled her eyes and continued busy with her tent.
The campsite they chose is on one side of the stone bridge, surrounded by carriages forming a semicircle. This is something that travelers from all over the world have become accustomed to, so I won’t mention it. Due to the cover of the creek, the number of guards in this section near the stone bridge can be reduced. This is where Henry and the others are stationed. The remaining eight mercenaries, Moreau and others, set up camp in the direction they came from. The road there was wider and there were more places that needed to be guarded. Therefore, it made sense for them to be responsible for the larger number of people.
Although the move to separate the camps was for safety reasons, it also gave many people a sigh of relief. After all, the last thing they need right now is for Filippo and Moreau to get together again. Even if both parties may regret their impulse later, one day is still not enough for them to overcome this hurdle.
Men are like that sometimes.
I have understood the situation mentally, and I can figure it out rationally, but I just can't save face.
"Huh——" The advantage of being close to a stream is that there is no need to worry about the water source. Mira rolled up her sleeves and trouser legs and stood in the stream and simply washed her face and limbs. She felt much refreshed. Return to shore again. There were many others who took the same action as her. The Lamanites had always had a daily habit of bathing and bathing since a thousand years ago when the empire was not called Padrosi. Unlike West Coasters who think they are very hygienic and only wash themselves once a week and a half when they are dirty, they will pay attention to cleaning their bodies as much as possible even during such a trip.
The stream was gurgling, and after a series of preparations that took about an hour to complete, the sky near five o'clock already revealed an orange color.
This is like a desperate situation that can only appear in the painter's pen.
Or maybe the painter is trying his best to convey this beautiful scenery to the world through his brush?
The cool wind blew in waves, and people who set up charcoal stoves behind them began to grill dried meat and fish. The fat dripping from the heated bacon was caught on the iron plate and used to fry pancakes. The smoke rises and the fragrance fills the surrounding air.
They were obviously not the only ones who would choose this open space for camping. The grass on the ground had never grown taller because people passed by and camped all year round. Mira sat on the ground and let the wind blow against her cheeks. Margaret also quietly ran over and sat next to her. The short grass touched the skin of her wrists and the back of her hands that were propped on the ground, and it felt strangely itchy.
Along with the breeze, the people preparing dinner behind them gradually became busy.
The dazzling colors of the sky became more and more eye-catching, first gradually evolving from orange-red to a hint of purple.
The Lamanites called this climate phenomenon "Xia". Mira had seen it before, but she still didn't quite understand what the meaning of the word was.
She simply thought it was beautiful.
It just fits this scene perfectly.
Stream, flowing water.
Stone bridge, camp.
The wind blew gently, and the green smoke from the charcoal stove rose straight into the sky.
Looking at the purple-red horizon in the distance, the white-haired Luoan girl took a deep breath and then exhaled it slowly.
"tomorrow."
"It will be a sunny day."
