Nahrin Desert, dusk.
The sun struggled unyieldingly, scattering the last rays of light onto the desert, as if it was dyed with a layer of golden yarn.
The day of Friday eventually be replaced by night after dusk.
The sun set between the endless dune in the west. The source of light that once illuminated this world was announced to its end. A new world had arrived.
Night fell.
The stars in the sky were remarkably bright. The bright moon rose, bringing a faint light to the dark night.
Although it was not as clear as day, it could still be seen by people.
There was also a bit of coldness.
"Rustle..."
The warhorse beneath him snorted impatiently.
Manid wrapped himself in the leather robe he was wearing. The temperature of the desert dropped sharply after nightfall. It could be said to be two different things compared to the hot weather during the day. He could not helped but let out a long breath. "Fortunately, we are well prepared."
This leather robe was a commodity sold at the Stone Pass. It was the material that Manid purchased.
It was made from antelope skin.
It was soft and comfortable in texture and had a good effect of keeping warm. It was the best choice for the people of the northern county to keep warm during winter.
Manid purchased quite a lot for this.
Now, the other people in the trade caravan were all wearing similar leather robes. Their feet were also wearing leg warmers to keep them warm. No matter how fast they rode their horses, they were no longer as cold as before.
Linen robes and woolen sweaters were not as effective in blocking the cold wind as leather robes.
The people of the northern county relied on these cheap clothes to survive the winter.
As for the peasant conscripts who could not afforded leather armor, when they responded to the Lord's call, they would often put on a few layers of leather robes to protect themselves from arrow attacks. However, the soft leather robes were still not hard leather armor. Hence, it was up to fate whether they could survived the chopping and stabbing by enemies at close range.
This was the additional function of the leather robes.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})It was very pitiful to the peasant conscripts, but it was the truth.
These cannon fodder did not need much protection.
Manid and the Sarrandian cavalry would not be so miserable like them.
Because they had their own armor. Even if the Sarrandian horseman's full-body Sarrandian chain armor was worn by the high-ranking noble of the Dukedom of Leo in this world, it did not degraded their noble status at all.
The leather robe was just clothes that Manid bought to keep out the cold.
He shook the reins.
Manid spurred his horse forward a few steps.
The cavalries behind him were still tidying up their tents and luggage. They had just finished their dinner and rested for less than half an hour before they were ready to continue their journey back to the Oasis Lookout.
They used the sand to extinguish the bonfire.
They tied up the tents and put it back into the carriage.
Soon, the temporary camp was tidied up. The cavalries got on their horses and gathered together to get ready to leave.
Lord Kant had once urged them that time did not wait for them.
"Let's go."
Manid rode his horse and walked in front.
Seeing that the temporary camp had been tidied up, the cavalry rode their horses and began to move forward. There were also three elite desert bandits who were sitting on the carriage and swinging their whips, to increase the speed of the horses that were pulling the carriage.
The trade caravan set off again.
The specially modified wooden wheel rolled through the sand layer, leaving deep ruts.
It was full of goods.
This time, they had not only harvested these fur products when they went to the Stone Pass.
There were also grains and tools that filled up the carriage.
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However, he turned his head to look at the three carriages behind him. As the wooden wheels rolled across the desert, they left deep marks on them, and a slight regret appeared on his face. "The scale is too small. We can definitely increase the scale of the trade caravan in the future."
That's right, the current trade caravan was indeed too small.
It was so small that it was not enough to satisfy Oasis Lookout's hungry appetite.
Moreover, as the appetite developed, it increased day by day.
The three carriages carried food and water, as well as 20 expensive bags of table salt. They could went to the Stone Pass to find Baron Dylan for the table salt trade and brought back 1,000 great silver coins.
This was a shocking huge profit in the Dukedom of Leo.
A tremendous profit.
However, the great silver coins earned from table salt needed to be spent to satisfy the current Oasis Lookout's development. Otherwise, it would not be enough to support Drondheim's increasing speed of development.
For example, Kant set the rule to store .
This was to make reserves for the war.
There were also arrows and crossbows. They were also Manid's purchasing targets for the Stone Pass this time.
However, Baron Dylan rejected this purchasing proposal.
However, he did not completely rejected it.
"Heh, he's really wary."
Manid shook his head and revealed a mocking smile.
This Baron Dylan looked calm on the surface, but in fact, he seemed to be poking at the Oasis Lookout. It was like a hungry wolf had seen its prey and was grinding its claws and teeth, waiting for the moment to pounce on it and enjoy it.
The huge amount of profit concessions didn't make Baron Dylan feel grateful.
On the contrary, he was greedy for the salt mine owned by the Oasis Lookout.
When they returned, Baron Dylon had repeatedly expressed that he wanted to send 30 personal guards over to help for Kant's safety. If there were any problems, they could be dealt with in time.
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Even if Kant was there, he would not agreed.
This was similar to invite a wolf into the house. It would expose Kant's advantage in the Oasis Lookout to the eyes of this cunning baron. It would also quickly spread across the entire Dukedom of Leo under certain means of adding fuel to the fire. This would made Kant, the already exiled Baron, once again became a thorn in their eyes.
Manid exhaled, "When we go back, we need to properly report back."
Although this operation seemed to be going smoothly.
In reality, he knew that this was just waiting and hiding before he understood the other party.
Sometimes, merchants and noble families were similar. They were cunning and insidious, and were good at using the other party or others. Therefore, Manid guessed his potential enemy with a dark side. It was the right choice.
He was also satisfied with this.
After all, it was a good start.
The trade caravan continued to trek through the desert, and everyone's faces were filled with excitement.
Manid's eyebrows were also raised.
"Look, it's our fortress!"
When they climbed over the dune, they finally saw the Oasis Lookout, a fortress that had changed greatly.
The cavalry were in high spirits.
Nearly a week of trekking back and forth had already exhausted them.
They had finally arrived at their hometown. They couldn't wait to go back and rest.
"Hurry up!"
Manid also chuckled and waved behind him. "Tonight, we can sleep in our own stronghold. We don't have to worry about enemies appearing suddenly anymore!"
"Long live Lord Kant!"
The cavalries cheered.
