Porusaro, located at the intersection of divine rights and human rights, although it occupies a small area, is very strict in terms of passenger entry control.
Unlike Parnilla, which is basically undefended, the exit from the port to the town here has a huge wooden wall with crossbowmen guarding both sides of the wall and a gate below. People who got off the merchant ships lined up here to wait for inspection by the garrison. Heavily armed soldiers wearing breastplates and helmets stood on both sides holding spears, while the garrison officer with a light helmet and a striking red feather on his forehead held a notepad in one hand and a quill in the other, asking questions. There is something recorded on the side of the words.
Due to an unexpected incident, the security check for visitors was almost over when Henry and Mira arrived. As soon as they came, the people in front of them were allowed to pass. The officer wearing a gorgeous feathered helmet raised his face and glanced at Henry. He frowned and seemed a little unhappy, but the sage handed over the Yuma immediately. The document written by Gretel made his brows widen again.
"It turned out to be a mercenary from the West Coast, escort mission, right? Welcome to Porusaro, swords and weapons are not allowed to be worn openly when walking in the town. If you want to defend yourself, you can only bring a dagger, but then again, in You don’t need such a peaceful town, haha.” The name ‘Henry’, which is very West Coast style, coupled with the genuine seal of the Lord’s Palace of Parnilla City, obviously made the officer greatly relieved, and he briskly said The names of the two people, the arrival date and the reason were written on the paper, and he waved his hand to signal to the people behind him to let them go.
"It seems that the situation is indeed a bit complicated." The Luoan girl, who noticed the other party's expression, said this after walking out of the port gate. The sage nodded, and what the young man named Galeva said, "One by one -", coupled with the look of the officer guarding the gate who was unhappy when he saw a tall northern mercenary, vaguely revealed Something is happening in this small town.
The Suomir Kingdom is now considered a tributary of the Padrosi Empire. The two countries have commercial exchanges and are generally considered peaceful neighbors compared to other neighbors with awkward relations. But this relationship is only a recent one.
Although it is not a thunderous one, the reputation of the Suomir warriors that exists in the memories of quite a few people is built with the blood and corpses of the Lamanites.
As early as the rise of the Laman Empire, these tenacious northerners have always been the hardest nut to crack in the cause of unification of the east coast.
Suomir is the most difficult language in the world to learn.
As an agglutinative language, it does not have a very logical and systematic grammar. Instead, it expresses its meaning by piling up vocabulary and performing word variations. Even for words with similar pronunciation, as long as one voiced sound is not correct, the meaning of the sentence will be completely different.
The Lamanites had a joke about the Suomir people. It was about a Suomir lord who wrote an inscription on the birthday of another lord, but forgot to put a comma, so that the original "I bless you" became "I Curse you", thus turning the two territories into a feud.
Such ironic jokes more or less show how difficult it is to learn the language. In addition, due to its long history, the pronunciation of many Suomir words is even consistent with the ancient wizards' language, which makes it seem like a dream for outsiders to learn. Tan.
And just like the language they use, the temperament of this northern nation is like permanent frozen soil, so tenacious that it can even be said to be stubborn.
The entire east coast, which was once as colorful as the west coast, was conquered by the Lamanites. The local culture was expelled, replaced and eventually assimilated by this "Laman poison". Everyone began to say that the accent was just different. Lamani modern. Only these tall northerners still speak a strange language that is incompatible with the rest of the east coast, and observe a life tradition that is completely different from the Lamanites.
Suomir was a vast and sparsely populated country. No matter how good the warriors were as individuals, they would always be defeated by the powerful Lamanites as a whole. It is not an exaggeration to say that their history is full of surrenders and defeats, and now they do not even have independent national status. Just like Avenella, who was born in our Loan girl, was dependent on A client state of another country.
But even so, just as the sun cannot completely dispel the ice and snow in the North.
Deep down, the Lamanites never truly conquered Suomir either.
This land is the heart of the empire. In history, countless Lamanite emperors breathed their last breath while looking at the north. And if Suomir had not existed, I am afraid that the Lamanites would have completed the great cause of unifying the east coast and set out towards the west coast.
Such historical origins, coupled with various details from hearsay, are linked to the fact that Parnilla was attacked——
I'm afraid these returning swordsmen are not just prodigal sons turning back.
The words spoken by the navigator Alessandro became more and more like a profound prophecy. Henry had just set foot on this land, but Henry could already feel it.
A storm was slowly forming with him as the center point.
People in the town cast strange glances, but most of them relaxed when they saw Mira walking with them and the little unicorn wearing a noble horse suit. They continued to move forward, looking at the signs along the way, trying to find a hotel where they could rest.
After returning to land after more than a month of turbulence at sea, many people's legs immediately became weak. Many travelers who walked out in front suddenly leaned on the wall and began to vomit. They didn't feel much when they first got off the boat, but now they suddenly felt that the distant horizon was a little blurry, and then their feet began to twist uncontrollably, and their internal organs began to churn.
People have only heard of seasickness, but few people know that land sickness can occur.
No matter what, finding a place to rest and replenish various supplies is obviously the right choice.
The hotel industry in small towns with frequent guests will be quite developed. It is almost standard all over the world to have restaurants and pubs on the first floor. When Henry and Mira approached the small hotel called Aurora Hotel with their horses, a young man waiting outside the door immediately ran over quickly.
Mira originally thought that the other party would take the initiative to take the reins and lead the horse to the stable, but the boy directly passed her outstretched hand and ran behind to stare at the little unicorn.
"Uh-" The Luoan girl froze on the spot. She began to worry that the other party would find something fishy, but at this time, a female voice suddenly sounded from the door: "Irmali, you What are you doing, don't be rude to the guests." She said this, and the boy lowered his head in silence, then came over and grabbed the reins from Mira's hand.
"Good horse, good horse, come this way." He whispered in Lamani. His soft tone and his demeanor clearly indicated that he was a horse lover. The Luoan girl and the sage looked at each other, and the latter shrugged.
"Go with him." She then whispered to the little unicorn who was hesitating on the spot. The smart little guy obediently came over and rubbed Mira for a while, and then followed the boy to the stable.
"That's your noble lord's horse, Irmali. Take good care of it and don't cause trouble for your mother and me!" The woman, who was obviously from Suomir based on her appearance and her son's name, spoke in Lamani. . On the one hand, it has something to do with the unique culture of this town, but on the other hand, it is obviously a pretense, deliberately reprimanding her son in a language that the guests understand, so that people can understand the fact that she attaches great importance to this.
"Two mercenaries, is this Suomir?" She turned to the two people - especially the sage, with a tentative tone in her tone, which was obviously related to the complicated situations in recent days.
"Want a double room." Henry did not answer the question directly, but replied in standard Lamani. The woman nodded immediately, and then the sage motioned to Mira to pay for the hotel, and then walked towards the stable, preparing to unload the luggage and stay in the room upstairs.
Henry, who was wearing soft-soled leather shoes, walked quietly on the dirt floor. When he came to the stable next to the hotel, the young boy from the hotel was trying to reach out and take off the horse helmet from the little unicorn's head.
"Excessive curiosity can lead to disaster." The sage said behind him in a steady tone. "Yeah -" the boy was so frightened that he screamed like a girl, then he held his chest and took a few steps back, his face turned pale: "I, I just thought it might be tired from wearing it -"
"You like horses, right?" Henry raised his eyebrows, while the boy nodded like he was pecking at rice.
"This is a wayward noble lady who entrusted us to transport her beloved horse." Margaret, who was writing something far away in Parnilla, suddenly sneezed, and the quill left heavy marks on the paper. She frowned, crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground to join the pile of paper.
"There is also a mercenary union here. Theoretically, we can escort the target until the union takes care of it - do you understand what I mean?" Henry said this, and the boy said: "Ah -" , and then nodded wildly like a chicken pecking at rice.
"I will take good care of such a beautiful horse. Don't worry, I won't touch it again."
"That's good." The sage said, then took off the two's luggage from the horse, carried it with one hand and walked towards the hotel.
"How about something to eat first?" Mira, who had already booked the room, hooked the room key with her right index finger and turned around while turning around and asked. Henry, who was holding their luggage, shook his head: "It's still early, let's go first Buy the necessary supplies." He said, and the Luoan girl nodded, and then threw the key over.
They put all the armor and weapons in the room and locked them. They only took a short dagger and a leather bag with them. After asking the proprietress about the location of the grocery store and blacksmith shop, the two of them walked outside. go out.
It was warm and pleasant around ten o'clock in the morning in Porusaro in midsummer. The two of them were only wearing light linen shirts, light wool vests and close-fitting trousers also made of linen. The thin belts they wore were custom-made plate armors. The included gifts, two belts decorated with brass, one red and one blue, look quite classy.
Mithril's brooch was pierced on the left chest of the vest, and a dazzling orange mercenary badge hung on his belt. Other than that, the only other items he carried were a leather bag with a wallet inside, and a short dagger. It is the most common basic outfit for adventurers in weapons-controlled areas.
Except for the brass-decorated belts, brooches, and mercenary tags, the clothes were all plain without any patterns or cool embroidery. The overall appearance looks ordinary and low-key, but from the exquisite tailoring and materials of the clothes, it can be seen that the two of them are well-off mercenaries.
It's been a long time since they first got into the business, with their tracks stretching from the West Coast to Abu Sera and now the East Coast as well.
Although luxury is the enemy of mercenaries, a life of arrogance will make people lose their spirit. But now that the rewards you can get as the level gradually increases, there is no need to force yourself to live the miserable life of wearing tattered clothes.
Good steel should be used on the blade. For mercenaries, weapons and armor are always the biggest expenses. But when there is still something left, you can spend it to improve the quality of your life. Although this kind of profession requires the awareness of sleeping in the open air, it is not a big sin to make yourself live a little more comfortably.
There were still about two hours before the real lunch time. Henry and Mira went to the blacksmith shop in order of distance and spent two and a half silver coins to buy two good quality axes, one large and one small, and a shovel. There is also a pile of long nails for camping, let the other party wrap them up and put them away first. Then he walked towards the grocery store and tailor's place, preparing to pick them up on his return trip.
There is no need to explain the spikes. The shovel is a consideration for traveling in the North. Mira doesn't know much about this aspect yet. But she fully understands how necessary the ax is. A 90 cm long ax can be used to cut wood to build a camp, while a 45 cm long hand ax can be used to process firewood. Buying these two axes has been a long-cherished wish of the Luoan girl. She still remembers the scene of the sage using Claymore to chop down trees in the wild. Although she also knows how strong the big sword is, as a swordsman, This approach is still very speechless.
Whether setting up a bonfire or building a camp, you need tools for cutting wood, and especially now that Kramer must be hidden to avoid trouble, an ax for cutting wood is even more necessary.
Horses with good bloodlines have a load-bearing capacity that far exceeds that of humans. These additional iron tools wrapped in linen and carried on the horse's back will not have much impact on them.
The next thing they bought at the grocery store was a wrought-iron hanging pot. This kind of thing can be seen everywhere and there is nothing to describe it. In order to reduce the load, the two did not buy a long hanger, but chose the one with legs. This way, if there is no place to hang the pot in the wild, it can be placed directly on the charcoal fire for cooking.
In addition, I also bought two exquisitely designed small lanterns, which are prepared for the lighting required for long-distance travel at night. Compared to torches, lanterns powered by candles do not have as bright a lighting range, but they burn longer and are less affected by the weather because they are protected.
There are three main styles of portable lanterns. In the Padrosi Empire, where glass-making technology is very advanced, top-grade lanterns made of wood or wrought iron with glass as the frame are not uncommon. Although the price is not cheap, it is not completely unaffordable. That kind of thing.
The more popular choice is to use horns cut into thin slices to replace the glass and fill them in the frame. The thinned horns are translucent. Although not as good as glass, they can still transmit light. The best thing about it is that most of them Everyone has the ability to make their own.
The last type of lantern is specially designed for adventurers. The bracket made of wrought iron is shaped like a birdcage, but the key parts are interlocking rings instead of being integral. There are additional wires horizontally. By inserting elastic wires into the round holes at different positions, the longitudinal bracket can be prevented from moving. The part where the light shines through is made of extremely thin animal skin. The leather is translucent like cow horns and can also absorb the flame of the candle. It is revealed that the soft extensibility and movable bracket have the advantage that travelers and adventurers who do not have a carriage with nowhere to hang a lantern can fold it up and put it into a saddle bag to save space.
After buying these things at the grocery store and some repair items such as scissors and needlework, they took the linen bags to the tailor's store and ordered new cloaks and clothes, as well as large fabrics for tents.
The design style of the tent is slightly different from that commonly used in the south. It is obvious that there are many fixed positions at the bottom. Mira guessed that it was designed to withstand the strong winds in the north. And when it was the turn of the clothes to come up, she got even more surprises.
The two of them traveled lightly and did not bring much replacement clothes except for basic close-fitting clothes. Instead, they went to the local tailor to have them customized. This approach is obviously the right answer, because only locals will know what clothes that can adapt to the local climate environment look like.
The wisdom of the people is infinite. Just a brand-new cloak made the Luoan girl marvel.
The use of wood tung oil with strong adhesion to waterproof wood products and textiles is not uncommon on both the east and west coasts. Most of the cloaks and tent fabrics the two have used so far are made of this treatment. It is easy to use and cheap, but it also has some flaws.
The price of strong waterproofing is poor breathability - and for this reason, the Suomir people living in the far north will not choose tung oil canvas as a coat.
Only those who have walked in ice and snow understand the danger of sweating. The airtight tung oil canvas cloak prevents sweat from being discharged. After walking in it for a long time, the sweat is all over the body and the close-fitting clothes are soaked. Although it is tight, there is still a risk of hypothermia, frostbite or even shock in the ice and snow.
Therefore, Suomir’s traditional national costumes and cloaks are made of winter wool from local sheep. The inside of the thick wool cloak is made of fine linen fabric, which prevents the wool from coming into contact with the skin and causing itchiness. At the same time, it has the excellent breathability of wool and will not make you sweat like a tung oil cloak.
The finely treated wool is still excellent in waterproofing. Because of its delicate hydrophobic structure, rain and snow flow more along the surface, and it will not be damaged even if you stand in the heavy rain for several hours. Drenched.
In addition, the Suomir-style cloak is cut in a semicircle. When it is unfolded to a length of three meters, it can also be used as a sleeping quilt when going out. In addition to the local Suomir, people in the northern part of the empire also love to use it.
In addition, the opening is set on the side of the dominant hand, which is different from the knight's cloak that opens and closes directly in front. The side-slit Suomir national cloak is more suitable for working people and mercenaries, because it allows one hand to be used at any time.
Such exquisitely designed clothing that adapts to the local climate, plus various other warm clothing and related items, is returned to the hotel after the tailor has measured all aspects of the data and explained the time required for production. The two of them happened to be in time for lunch.
"Ah - two mercenaries." The horse-loving boy Irmali, the son of the innkeeper, happened to walk out of the door carrying a basket full of food. He nodded when he saw the two people coming back with large bags. He performed a very simple courtesy and then looked at the sage.
"I'm going to deliver food to my brother and the others. I have entrusted a friend to take care of the noble lord's pony temporarily. Please don't worry!" The young man said this. As a horse lover, he reached a simple agreement with Henry. Taking care of such well-bred horses at such close quarters was obviously an extraordinary experience for him. Compared with direct threats, reaching an agreement that if he doesn't mess up, he will take care of it and not bring the mercenary union. This is Henry's usual approach - seeing through the other party's thoughts, and then targeting the weak points - the sage nodded, Irmali, on the other hand, trotted towards the port.
"Don't spill the things!" The proprietress shouted loudly in the store without even looking, obviously knowing that her child was eager to come back and continue to take care of the little pony. She then faced the two people who had just bought a lot of things, stared at the big and small bags for a moment, and then grinned.
"You two must be hungry."
"Lunch is ready."
