She Is Not a Witch Chapter 83: Journey night

The next day, Lorraine Hill came to the adventurer's hall to meet.

Pushing open the half-closed door, walking into the slightly stuffy and noisy hall, the girl glanced around, and soon found a group of caravan members sitting around the round table. Their cloak buttons bear the symbol of the three-stringed lute, which signifies that they belong to the Roentgen Chamber of Commerce.

After simply tidying up her clothes, the girl stroked the hem of the skirt with her gauntleted hand, and then walked forward.

"Hello, are you a member of the Roentgen caravan? I have received a mission to participate in the escort." Lorraine Hill asked a man standing by the table with nothing to do.

The man in brown-gray cloth raised his head when he heard the sound, looked up and down at the slightly sassy swordsman lady with blond ponytail, and nodded.

"Yeah, it's us," and he turned around and shouted.

"Miss, the guard we want is here."

On the other side of the round table, a woman who was surrounded by several people who was discussing and explaining matters turned her head and continued talking with the people around her while nodding to show that she understood.

A minute later, after explaining and ordering, the business lady got up and walked over.

"Hello, I'm Charlene from the Roentgen Chamber of Commerce." The business lady looked about 20 years old, with light brown skin, wearing a strapless dark red dress, with a woven shawl on her arm, making her look A little more elegance.

"Hello, my name is Mesia." Lorraine Hill nodded, and hesitantly moved his hands aside.

Although she understands the court etiquette of the empire, she doesn't know much about how to greet ordinary people or adventurers.

Seeing the girl's slightly cautious appearance, Charlene smiled, then stretched out her right hand, and Lorraine Hill also reached out to hold it when she saw it.

After a simple handshake ceremony, Miss Charlene asked Lorraine Hill to sit down.

"The arm armor is very heavy. I saw you move lightly at first, so I thought it would be very light."

"This, because some fine steel was used in the construction, so the protection will be better." Lorraine Hill explained with some embarrassment.

"Hehe, this is also a good thing. Being professional will make people feel more at ease. If you report in a fluffy skirt, I will be a little worried, although I heard that you are a master of Sequence 4."

The two chatted briefly for a while, and Charlene also had a preliminary understanding of this Miss Swordsman. She seemed to be a new adventurer with superb skills but little actual combat experience.

Although he was a little short of the perfect guard in his mind, spending the money to hire a Sequence 4 master was already a good deal, and he didn't ask too much.

Nowadays, the southern provinces are not stable. Although the regent quelled the rebellion on the surface, there are still many dangerous elements remaining in some mountains and remote corners. Some of them are deserters, some are the sons of former nobles, but are now wanted for seizing titles, and some are people who lost their homes during the war and became bandits.

To do business in such an environment, the stronger the strength of the guards, the better.

"Miss Mesia hasn't eaten yet, why don't you join us now so we can leave later." After staying for an hour, other entourages of the caravan arrived one after another. At this time, Miss Charlene invited the girl to join her Have a meal.

"Okay, thank you." Lorraine Hill looked curiously at the new mercenaries and adventurers, then nodded.

Shortly after, the personnel in the Adventurer's Hall brought trays of food to the caravan personnel.

"Here." A wooden plate was also placed in front of Lorraine Hill.

A square of baked bread and a steaming bowl of potato and vegetable soup are served on a wooden tray. The potatoes are cooked thoroughly, which makes the soup feel sticky. In addition to the vegetables cut into small pieces, one or two pieces of meat can be found, which shows that this lunch is quite rich.

For those who are on the go, this kind of food is already very good, and it is considered that Miss Charlene invited everyone for free.

The mercenaries said thank you, and then ate it with big mouthfuls. Judging from their appearance, it seems that such food can only be eaten to a half full.

Tearing open the bread, Lorraine Hill ate as quickly as possible, and then finished the vegetable soup, a warm feeling filled his stomach. Although the materials are average, the food and beverages provided by this adventurer's hall are unexpectedly good in taste.

"Let's go now." Seeing that everyone had finished eating, Miss Charlene stood up, clapped her hands, and asked the young men around to start working.

"Well~"

A group of caravan personnel walked out of the hall, then went to the stables at the back to pull out the carriage and count the goods.

"Miss Mecia, just sit with me." When Lorraine Hill didn't know what to do, Miss Charlene's voice came from not far away.

As she spoke, she greeted Lorraine Hill to go over and sit with her at the end of a carriage.

Soon, the convoy set off, and the group headed out of the city.

The roads of this era are not the flat roads in the girl's memory, but gravel and muddy roads. The carriages are constantly bumping and shaking along the way, and sometimes you can hear the creaking of the carriages loaded with goods. teeth sour.

"Get used to it." Miss Charlene put down the account book in her hand, and looked at the quiet girl sitting beside her.

"Well, I'm used to it." Lorraine Hill nodded. In fact, she didn't have much experience traveling alone, and she didn't know how to find topics and deal with strangers.

It feels like it's back to its original shape, the girl complained to herself in her heart, although she understands a lot in theory, she can't do it in practice.

If that kid Pullman was here, he would probably have gotten acquainted with everyone in the chamber of commerce.

"Hehe, I will be a little uneasy when I first come out, just get used to it. If you are sleepy at this time, you can take a nap and take a nap."

"Take a nap? This is not very good, after all, I am here to be a guard."

"You are still inexperienced. When you are going to rest, look at the accompanying mercenaries. Many of them are lying on the roof and sleeping."

"During the daytime, there are generally few people who attack directly, because they can be seen from a long distance, and there is plenty of time to prepare and wake up the entourage."

"But it's different at night. Many attacks happen at night, so adventurers and mercenaries usually take turns to keep vigil at night to ensure vigilance and combat power."

"In addition, be careful in places with dense forests, such places are also suitable for ambushes."

"I see, I see." The girl nodded.

"Very well, let's take a rest now, the journey is still long, try to conserve your energy and strength." Miss Charlene suggested.

"Yeah." Lorraine Hill nodded, then moved back, and lay down on the cargo around his body, holding the long sword in front of him.

After closing his eyes, after a while, Lorraine Hill felt something covering himself.

"You look so young..." Miss Charlene's sigh came from next to her ears, followed by the rustling of the pen tip across the paper.

Accompanied by the bumping of the carriage, Lorraine Hill fell into a half-asleep dreamland, only waking up at dusk. She rubbed her eyes, took off the blanket on her body, and stepped down from the carriage. At this time, the sun had already set outside, and a little afterglow was scattered among the flame-like clouds, shining on the upper layers of the branches beside her.

In the surrounding open space, caravan personnel are setting up tents, and some people are lighting fires and cooking, coming and going.

Seeing that everyone was busy with things, Lorraine Hill felt a little uncomfortable standing aside, and wanted to find something to do, but he didn't know what to do.

After looking around, she saw Charlene standing in the distance talking to someone, so she walked over.

"At night, we need to add a brazier to illuminate the light, and let people go to the gray-eyed carriage. There are a bunch of iron chains and bells in the cargo of the carriage, which are taken out and tied in the mountain forest to the east. "

"The woods there are too dark to see clearly. I'm afraid someone will sneak in at night, so I tied it up first, so I can have an early warning."

"Okay, miss."

"Well, remember to keep a bonfire at the head and tail of the camp at night, and let the night watchmen divide into two groups, take care of each other, and walk back and forth from time to time, so that you will not fall asleep if you are more energetic, and you can also see the situation on the other side. Don't let people sneak in and don't know."

"I understand, it's all a convention."

"It's good to understand. I'd like to emphasize it again. It's better to spend more energy on this kind of thing than to be negligent."

"Yes."

"That's it, you go to work first, remember to arrange a batch of personnel before dinner."

After speaking, the middle-aged man beside Miss Charlene left.

Charlene who turned around saw Lorraine Hill, and waved her to go over.

"How did you sleep?"

"It's okay." The girl was a little embarrassed, she was sleeping soundly despite being a guard.

"Hehe, I got used to it fairly quickly." Seeing the blond girl was a little embarrassed, Charlene smiled and patted her on the shoulder.

"At night, I will trouble you. Take turns to watch the night with other mercenaries."

"No problem." The girl nodded.

"Well, get used to it slowly. By the way, if you are bored at night, you can chat with those mercenary uncles. Although they like to brag, some knowledge and experience are still very useful, especially if you are just like you. A newcomer who came out."

"In addition, let me think about it. Remember to prepare a blanket, it is still relatively cold at night."

"If you encounter someone attacking at night, remember to wake them up, and then deal with them carefully. Although the attackers are generally not strong, they have no scruples in using methods. Poisoning, throwing ash, and setting fire are all It's possible."

"That's it. Before it's dark, let's take a look around and get familiar with it, and then come over for dinner."

After speaking, Miss Charlene patted Lorraine Hill again, and then walked towards the middle of the camp.

Lorland Hill picked up the scabbard, looked back around, and then walked towards the east hillside, which was relatively high and overlooked many places.

This is an open space near a small river, with hillsides to the east, rivers to the west, and a slightly flat field to the north and south. Pay more attention to this area.

The fallen leaves in the mountains are all over the ground, and some stones are exposed from the fallen leaves, with moss growing on them, which doesn't look like people often pass by.

Gripping the sword in hand, Lorraine Hill surveyed the surrounding area. When the sky was about to fall, he heard the sound of bells ringing in the camp, and then walked back.

Dinner is still boiled potatoes and vegetables, served with naan bread. Everyone sat around and talked while eating.

"I heard that your wife gave birth to a boy this time, congratulations." After the caravan sat down, they started talking about family affairs.

"Hey, although it's a happy event, I feel a lot more stressed. I can't drink anymore recently, so I need to save some money to buy meat for my mother to eat."

"Haha, it's really difficult not to drink. But for the sake of the child, he's still a good man." His companion smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's okay, I'll share some with you when there is wine, so you can enjoy yourself." Several people chatted and laughed jokingly again.

Beside the bonfire where Lorraine Hill is sitting, there are about 10 guards hired temporarily, most of them are wearing armor, and they are generally over 30 years old. Except for the young girl, there are only two younger young faces.

A man wearing a dark green robe, with a cloth covering his head, and a row of potion bottles tied to his waist belt, looks like an alchemist. The other one has a face like a thin monkey, a machete by his side, and a light leather robe without armor.

The two of them are not very lively characters. One is busy looking through the damaged and yellowed thick book while eating, while the other is staring straight at the bonfire, as if in a daze.

"Come on, little girl, have some hot soup." After the girl sat down, a bearded man handed over a bowl of hot boiled potato soup.

"Thank you." Lorraine Hill took the hot bowl and smelled a slight burnt smell. It seemed that it had been cooking for a long time.

After a simple dinner, a group of mercenaries assigned the next order, and Lorraine Hill was assigned to watch the first half of the night.

At night, the caravan members returned to their tents to sleep one after another, and only a few figures remained by the campfire.

The flames were burning, and everyone was sitting on the wooden pier beside the bonfire. Some checked their belongings, and some touched their weapons against the fire to see if there were curls and blunt mouths, and whether they needed to be polished. Down.

"How old is the little girl, she will come out to work at this age." The bearded uncle sat across from the campfire, looking at the dazed Lorraine Hill and asked.

"Me? About 17." The girl said words against her will, her conscience aching.

"It does look similar." He picked up the wooden branch and poked the somewhat dark fire.

"Didn't you continue your studies? At your age, it should be the time when you are improving the most."

"Here, I want to make some money first and exercise."

"It's really good to exercise, but if you want to make money, it's better to take advantage of it to practice to a higher sequence. Even if you are at home, someone will send you money, please help." The uncle said his old-fashioned experience of.

"Forget it, I didn't make a fool of myself, so I decided to point out haha." Then, he seemed to think of something again, and stroked the back of his head.

"Sit here now, I'll make a routine inspection." After a while, he picked up the rough sword by his side and walked into the night.

At this time, the bonfire became quiet again. Under the summer night sky, the sound of crickets could be heard from the surrounding grass from time to time. The field illuminated by the fire was dark, with no end in sight.

After the girl sat for a while, she looked at the other two people. One was the young man with the scimitar. He was now gently stroking the blade in his hand. Brilliant.

"It's a good knife." Another mercenary on the opposite side held the sword, leaned on the cargo box, squinted at the opposite side of the campfire, and said his evaluation in his heart.

The young man holding the knife did not reply, but slowly retracted the knife into the scabbard and placed it on his knee again.

This knife seems to be incomplete. Lorraine Hill's light blue pupils lightly looked at the virtual screen in sight, which gave an evaluation of the knife.

[Grey Twilight Scimitar] (incomplete gold level): It was built by a famous craftsman hundreds of years ago, and now many places are damaged, and the texture circle is also incomplete, but the surface has been repaired and looks like new the average.

Compared to this good scimitar, this young man's strength is mediocre, only War Sequence 3, and the evaluation is only excellent bronze level.

After observing for a while, Lorraine Hill withdrew his gaze, and at this time the uncle also came back, but what was different from before was that the big sword on his shoulder pierced two big fish at this moment, and it was shaking from time to time , the tail of the fish fanned a little water.

"Walking around the river while on patrol, I picked up two fish for supper." He sat down again, picked up two branches, threaded the fish, and baked it by the campfire .

"After the meeting is done baking, each of us will eat half a loaf, and we will satisfy our hunger together." He also took out a small salt shaker from his pocket and sprinkled some on it.

Shortly after, the grilled fish emitted a tempting aroma, and at this moment the other two also turned their attention to the gradually browned grilled fish.

"Haha, it's almost ready, don't worry." The uncle smiled a little when he saw the two people looking over, and then divided the grilled fish into two halves, skewered them with twigs, and handed them to several people.

"Thank you." At this moment, the silent young man finally spoke. The voice was unexpectedly clear, which did not match the dull appearance.

Until then, the atmosphere gradually became lively as several people were eating fish.

"Where is this little brother from?"

"I am from Chixin Province."

"No wonder, the accent is so correct."

Hearing this sentence, Lorraine Hill keenly noticed that the young man frowned, and then quickly relaxed it, as if he didn't want to attract others' attention.

Then another mercenary and the uncle started chatting. Both of them are long-term mercenaries, and they have a lot of topics in common. Personality Speaking of a certain workshop's swords are of good quality, anyway, chat freely about things from all over the world.

Although Lorraine Hill can't talk about it~IndoMTL.com~, he also knows a lot of useful knowledge for no reason.

He was also pricking up his ears to listen. At this time, the girl realized that the young man was lying in a daze, but it was true when he listened carefully.

Judging from his appearance, he should not have much travel experience, he looks like a child from a wealthy family, but judging from the extraordinary sequence he practiced, it is very ordinary, and there is no trace of exercise in his body, and he does not seem to be The children of nobles who have been carefully cultivated. Feeling a bit contradictory, Lorraine Hill briefly analyzed.

At this moment, she suddenly noticed something, her eyes simply swept around, and she slowly put her hand on the hilt of the sword.

There were a few partridge-like birds chirping from the forest in the distance. If you didn't pay attention to it, you would probably have been drowned in the chirping of insects around you.

Whether to inform other people, or pretend to go on patrol, and settle it halfway by the way, Lorraine Hill hesitated for a few seconds.

"Thank you, Uncle, for the grilled fish. I'll go on patrol too." The girl with the golden ponytail stood up under the slightly surprised gazes of several people, and asked for the patrol to take a look around.