"They probably all use gold coins as currency." The image of the centaur market in Devitt's mind was always shrouded in a layer of fog.
"Is that so?" Abel thought of the young boss of the rice shop and felt a little strange.
Abel kept the glowing magical artifact in his arms. The previous plan was canceled, and the scouts moved forward for another three hours or so.
"We still haven't made it to the flat land as we had planned." Finally, it was time to rest. Abel sat on his suitcase and panted.
Devitt smiled. "We'll set off a little earlier tomorrow. We should be able to reach there before noon."
It was not easy to find a suitable place for dozens of people to sleep in the woods. Everyone spread out in small groups and searched for about twenty minutes before they found a suitable open space.
Claremont laboriously cut off the green plants around the tent with his weapons.
From time to time, he would find one or two snakes darting past. Claremont paid attention to this aspect. When he returned to the tent, he instructed the logistics staff to sprinkle a circle of lime outside the camp.
Dinner time. The preparation for dinner today was also quite good.
It was estimated that the logistics soldiers in the military camp had suffered quite a bit a while ago. Now, they were looking for an opportunity to make up for the missing days.
"After completing this mission, what are your plans?" Claremont asked Devitt and Abel beside him.
"Return to the military camp and continue to serve a soldier," Devitt said without hesitation.
"Me too." Abel nodded.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})"Of course I know. I mean when you're on vacation." Claremont looked at the two of them helplessly and explained.
The importance of this mission was well known to everyone involved. Although they didn't send many people, as long as they could successfully complete the mission, the soldiers participating in the mission would definitely receive rewards personally given by the Lords of the various countries. Vacations were naturally not a problem.
Ever since they came down from the mountain, the reconnaissance team had been going smoothly. This made Claremont unable to resist fantasizing about the future in his leisure time.
However, Devitt's interest was still lacking. "I haven't really thought about it. I think I will stay at home and rest."
"What about you Abel?" Claremont asked Abel.
"I haven't had much of a vacation. If I have enough time, I would like to go to your country and take a look," Abel replied after thinking for a while.
"Really?" Claremont was overjoyed.
Devitt was also a little surprised. "You're welcome to come to Drondheim anytime."
"Yes." Abel nodded with a smile.
After a moment of joy, Claremont thought of something and said with a sad face, "But it will take a month from Drondheim to reach the capital of the Elf Kingdom. There wouldn't be any vacation that can last that long."
"That's true." Devitt and Abel both nodded after they came back to their senses.
"Abel, why do you want to come to Caradia?" Claremont asked.
"After coming into contact with you for the past few months, the idea of the human race in my mind has been subverted. Therefore, after the mission is over, I hope to see you and see your country again," Abel replied seriously.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})Claremont and Devitt looked at each other. They were so touched that they didn't know what to say. Finally, Devitt broke the silence and said, "After we return to the familiar land, let's find some time to meet in Cumberland. Although I don't know how long you can stay away from your team, Abel, we still often have the opportunity to go there on business."
"Oh? Good! In the future, as long as you come to Cumberland, I will come and pick you up," Abel said happily.
"It's a deal," Claremont said with a smile.
Beside the bonfire outside the tent, a few Caradia soldiers were roasting their cotton clothes above the fire.
"I feel that the clothes are getting heavier and heavier," Austin said helplessly. He then used his finger to gently press on the cotton clothes, but the furrow caused by the pressing did not recover after a long time. It had really absorbed too much water.
Austin sighed.
"Will this roasting really work?" A soldier sitting next to him asked suspiciously.
"I feel that the damp smell is getting stronger," a soldier leaned closer to the cotton-padded clothes and sniffed before continuing.
"Hey, stay away from the fire. Be careful that sparks don't rise and burn a hole in the clothes you're wearing," Austin shouted. "Isn't this the only way now?"
"I don't think roasting it for a while will be of much use. I'll leave now." One of the soldiers couldn't wait any longer. He picked up his clothes and was about to turn around and leave.
At this time, an elf soldier passed by and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
"The moisture has gone into the clothes. The moisture is too heavy. We're trying to dry it,"Austin replied.
The Elven soldier looked at the drifting flames, shook his head, and sighed. "What you guys are doing now, when the sun comes up, your clothes probably won't be dry at all."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})"Why?" A soldier followed up with a question.
"At least in my opinion, the fire has no effect on the clothes," the elven soldier replied.
A surge of spiritual energy gathered in his eyes, allowing him to see through the elemental movement around the fire.
"Then... can you help us?" Austin could already tell that this elven soldier was a fire mage. He asked hesitantly.
"It's impossible. You want me to use magic to roast your cotton-padded clothes for you?"As expected, the elven soldier immediately rejected it.
He had already been tired after a long day on the road, and now he had to use magic to do such a meaningless thing. It was really not what he had expected. At this time, the elven soldier only wanted to return to his tent to rest.
When he was about to leave, Austin urged him to stay. "As long as you help me with this, I will agree to whatever you want in the future."
The elven soldier stopped walking and turned around. "Really?"
"Really." Austin nodded earnestly. He had already sneezed a few times on the road today.
"So, you're the only one who needs my help?" The elven soldier said with a smile.
"Me, Me, me!"The surrounding soldiers raised their hands enthusiastically.
"There are so many people." The elven soldier put on a thoughtful look. After a while, he nodded and said, "Sure, but your conditions have to be the same as his." The elven soldier raised his hand and pointed at Austin.
"Sure!" Everyone immediately agreed.
In the end, the fire mage invited a water elf as 'external aid'. The two of them were in the camp, surrounded by a group of Caradia soldiers. They worked until late at night, drying everyone's cotton clothes properly.
