Chapter 279 Aru Village
Kawanyi
Under the scorching sun, in the yellow sand, in a line of pack animals, two men with honey-colored skin were conversing.
“…Yes, I will pass by there. I went there once last year!”
A younger mercenary enthusiastically introduced the caravan he had joined to the old man. When he talked about what he had seen last year, he couldn't help but become very excited.
The old man opposite him was fascinated by what he heard, and he also asked his own doubts:
"When did you join in, Mr. Badawi? Why didn't I see you before?"
The old man in front of him, Badawi, touched his nose and said awkwardly: "I am just accompanying... accompanying."
"Oh! Old man, you have become rich recently! Tell me where you made your fortune? Did you become a partner of a big businessman?"
The young mercenary had a look of envy on his face. In his opinion, it was a remarkable thing not to travel with the caravan as a mercenary. Only big businessmen or scholars had such an opportunity.
"No, no, how can that be possible..." Badawi could only shake his head repeatedly, and then lowered his voice and asked, "Is this really the caravan of Mr. Dolly?"
"Is this true? Apart from her, is there anyone else here who can organize a caravan of this scale?" The young mercenary couldn't help but turn his head to take a look.
Badawi followed his gaze and saw a group of pack animals arranged in an orderly manner, with the momentum of a well-trained army.
Badawi couldn't help but nod repeatedly. He felt relieved when everyone he knew said so.
The young mercenary turned his attention to Harold not far away. The young leader was talking to the merchant who was responsible for recording the quantity of goods.
"Everyone says that the team leader this time is a good friend of Master Dolly. When we first heard that the team leader would be replaced, many people were dissatisfied. But when we heard that the replacement was the famous God of War Amiribo, we immediately felt very safe. After all, his fighting ability--" the young mercenary said, giving a thumbs up and nodding seriously.
There's no need to educate people about that kind of thing! Harold complained in his heart after hearing this.
Why is there so much violence in this wise country? Can't I, who am full of wisdom, lead you to make a lot of money?
The young mercenary continued excitedly, "I wonder if I'll have the chance to see him show off his skills this time. I'm looking forward to fighting the 'Relic of the God King'!"
"Bah, what are you talking about! Those unlucky creatures will cause you trouble if you get involved with them. It's best if you don't meet them!" Badawi cursed.
"You're right, old man." The young mercenary touched the back of his head and changed his tone.
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Before the caravan set off, Badawi took time out to go to Kawan Post several times, asking around for information about the caravan's food and water reserves, fearing that something might go wrong on the road.
The questions he asked were naturally relayed to Harold verbatim by the caravan members. Harold knew what the old man was thinking, so he told the messenger that he could reveal some information appropriately.
On the day of departure, the caravan members had assembled, and Kavi and Badawi also appeared in the queue on time.
The mercenaries helped Kavi carry the dry food and water they had prepared onto the pack animal's back and tied it up. At the command of Harold, the leader, the huge beast slowly moved.
The footsteps of more than forty beasts of burden caused the ground to shake slightly. Pedestrians on the street moved out of the way one after another. Many residents of houses on both sides of the street leaned their heads out of the small windows on the second floor, overlooking the "parade" from above, and uttered words of admiration.
The caravan walked along the street at a steady pace to the checkpoint. Dolly had already arranged things with the guards, so the four thirty-man team members on duty just pretended to ask about the list of goods, patted the bellies of the pack animals, and let them pass immediately as if they had already checked.
After leaving Kawan Post Station, the caravan officially stepped into the vast yellow sand. There were sparse weeds growing on the sand near Kawan Post Station, and looking into the distance it was a barren land.
The guide who was familiar with the desert walked in the front and pointed to the nearest tribe. Harold and several merchants who had many experiences in desert trade held maps so that they could adjust the team's route at any time.
Led by experienced mercenaries and guides, the caravan arrived near Aru Village in just seven days.