A heavy rain just happened. Although the air in early summer still had a hint of heat, it was much wetter than usual. It drilled in through the cracks in the open car window and blew on people, making people feel that the heat of heat disappeared and it was extremely comfortable.

Ferriman let out a long sigh, looked up at the distance of the road, and signaled the driver beside him to slow down.

"We have all the exquisite things on our car. Be careful not to get stuck. If you break one or two of them, we have to run back to the Principality of Stantin before buying them."

Bo Bich, the exclusive freight driver of the Irish Union Chamber of Commerce, nodded and reduced the speed of the large freight magic locomotive from the time it was close to the actual kilometers per hour to about forty kilometers per hour, which instantly slowed down a lot.

However, Bobic looked more focused than before, and even felt a little nervous as if he was facing a great enemy.

It's not just because Ferriman reminded it that the cargo magic motorcycle's back box is all incorrect. High-end precision magic machine tools are also because the road ahead is really a bit outrageous.

"I said, President, this Malo Empire is one of the two empires on the continent. I used to think they were so great. Why do you see now? Not to mention anything else, this road is much worse than our Lambari Kingdom, even the Frank Kingdom."

Ferriman rolled his eyes: "Nonsense, the road we just walked was just the first road in the Marlow Empire. Can it be compared with the Kingdom of Lampari where we have roads everywhere?"

"That's true..." Bobic laughed. "I didn't expect that our Lampari Kingdom is so much smaller than the Malo Empire, but he is much better than them in terms of the road."

"Okay, look forward to the front. Stop talking nonsense." Ferriman interrupted him.

Bobic nodded. He held the steering wheel and added some strength.

"Bang--"

The large cargo magic motorcycle where the two sat down suddenly made a loud noise. The entire body shook violently, causing them to shake off from their seats at the same time.

Ferriman's expression changed and he sternly said: "Slower speed!"

Bobic hurriedly controlled the large cargo magic locomotive to slow down again until it maintained a speed of 30 kilometers per hour, which barely restored the cargo magic locomotive to an acceptable level of stability.

Listening to the sound of the thumping sound coming from behind, Bobic frowned and asked, "President, the things behind are not going to be a problem, right?"

Ferriman frowned deeper, obviously he was even more worried. However, after thinking about it, he could only wave his hand helplessly: "There is no way, just do it. Those magic motorcycles are tied tightly, and I think there should be no big problem. If it really doesn't work, we can only go to the place and ask for technical support from the Xinfei Chamber of Commerce."

"Speaking of this... how did the Xinfei Chamber of Commerce transport their magical machine tools and equipment?" Bobic asked again.

"Can it be compared with the Xinfei Chamber of Commerce?" Ferriman glared at Bobic in anger. "I heard that when they transported the first batch of equipment to the Marlow Empire, they were transported directly by magic airships. The magic airships are things that fly in the sky, so of course they don't need to worry about bumps on the road."

"Magic airship..." Bobic glanced at the sky in the distance, his face full of envy. "Only the Xinfei Chamber of Commerce can be so luxurious. President, when will our Irish United Chamber of Commerce buy a few magic airships to play with?"

Ferriman could only roll his eyes again.

"What a joke! A magic airship is priced at 1.3 million gold coins, and our chamber of commerce can only earn less than 500,000 gold coins in a year. Want to buy a magic airship? It's simply a delusion!"

Bobic stuck out his tongue: "I'll just say it. But... President. I can't afford to buy a magic airship, so I can buy a few new air-suspended cargo magic locomotives launched by the New Air Chamber of Commerce. Is it still affordable?"

Ferriman looked at Bobic in surprise, with a curious and funny expression on his face.

"Okay, it turns out that you guys have been stumbled around the bush for a long time, just wanting me to change your car."

Bobic smiled and said, "When I went to the mine of the Falcao Chamber of Commerce a few days ago, I tried to drive the new air-suspended freight magic motorcycle they bought. President, I have to say that this thing is so strong. I drove it on the bumpy roads in the mine for a long time, and I didn't feel any disturbance at all. Look, if we have this car now, we don't have to worry about being blocked by this road and breaking the magic machine tool equipment, right?"

"Well..." Ferriman looked at the mud in front of him, and there were countless potholes of mud and stone roads. He frowned and thought for a while, and couldn't help but nodded slightly. "What you said cannot be considered completely unreasonable. I don't know when this broken road will be repaired. We still have to transport things over during this period. If something goes wrong along the way, it will be a big trouble..."

"Right? So the president, when I go back this time, I will just go to the Xinfei Chamber of Commerce to buy two air-mounted cargo magic motorcycles. I dare to drive that car, I will run at least fifty on the way, and you don't have to worry about the things breaking." Bobic continued while the heat was hot.

Ferriman shook his hand: "Okay, let's talk about it when I go back, and I'll ship this batch of freight first."

Bobic saw that his goal was achieved, and he smiled and started driving again.

Although it is still bumpy, but I feel different, so I feel that these bumps are no longer as unbearable as before.

Ferriman ignored Bobic, who was about to bloom with smiles on his face, lowered his head and took out a map and looked through it.

According to their plan, we should have been able to rest for one night in a small town about 200 kilometers ahead tonight, and we will probably arrive at the destination of this trip at noon tomorrow - the private territory of the Marquis of Southgide, the Marquis of the Marlowe Empire.

But the road conditions in front of you are so poor that the speed of the freight magic motorcycle inevitably slowed down.

At this slow speed now, it is absolutely impossible to arrive in that small town before dark.

There is no street light in this highway, and even the Malo Empire is even more so. It is obviously impossible to continue traveling at night, so we must decide where to spend the night as soon as possible.

Judging from the map, there is a small town about a hundred kilometers away from here. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be possible to arrive before dark, so Ferriman temporarily regarded this town as a target.

However, accidents always happen when people don't expect it...

Two hours later, when the large cargo magic locomotive carried Ferriman and Bobic to a more muddy section, he suddenly found about seven or eight cargo magic locomotives crowded on the road ahead. At the same time, there were many people standing next to him, and a bunch of people gathered together came the chirping sounds of people gathering together.

"What's going on?"

Ferriman and Bobic looked at each other in confusion and drove closer.

When the distance was approaching, Ferriman discovered that a relatively wide river was passing through the road, and these magic motorcycles and people were all blocked on the side of the river, as if they could not pass through.

Ferriman signaled Bobic to stop the car and jumped down by himself.

After getting closer and looking, Ferriman found that the owners of these magic motorcycles were indeed as expected. They were like him. This time, they responded to the call of the New Air Chamber of Commerce and came to various chambers of commerce invested in by the Marlow Empire.

The reason why they were blocked here was because the bridge that was supposed to be built on the river was washed away by the turbulent water flow after the heavy rain, causing them to lose the only passage through the river.

"How long have you been here?" Ferriman asked.

"I came the earliest and had been waiting for more than an hour." A freight driver with a slightly bitter face shook his head and sighed: "I originally said that the rain had stopped. Maybe the water flow would become smaller in a while and I could rush over directly. I didn't expect that I had seen any signs of getting smaller after so long."

Ferriman looked at the others and found that they were all shook their heads and sighing.

"Then have you ever thought about taking a detour?" Ferriman asked again.

"What road is it? We are the first time we have come to the Maro Empire. We are not familiar with the place. And the map shows that the nearest bridge here is close to 100 kilometers away, and there is no road connection in the middle. And even if we find the road, we have to go around at least more than 300 kilometers, and maybe we can't get there the day after tomorrow."

"Yes, I really don't know that the road in the Marlow Empire is as good as this kind of virtue, so how can we go to the Kingdom of Lampari?"

"That's right. There are flat roads everywhere in our Lampari Kingdom, and the bridges are the strongest. How could it be washed down by water at will?"

"Why do I think the Maro Empire is much behind our Lampari Kingdom? Look, the road is so bad, there is no street light along the way, and I haven't even seen a magic motorcycle, only occasionally seeing a few broken carriages..."

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Listening to the complaints around everyone echoed, Ferriman frowned slightly and did not get involved.

I walked to the river and observed the small stone bridge that was washed away by the river. I found that the situation was not particularly serious. The bridge was only partially washed away in the middle. As long as this part was filled, it would not be impossible to pass.

Looking back at the eight large cargo magic motorcycles blocked by the river, Ferriman made an estimate in his mind and walked to one of the drivers.

"Hey, if I read it right, you should have a magic excavator installed in your car, right?"

The driver was stunned: "Yes, why?"

Ferriman smiled, clapped his hands hard to attract everyone's attention, and raised his voice and said, "It is definitely impossible to wait for the people from the Marlow Empire to build the bridge here. But we can't wait here. President Xu is still waiting for us to deliver the things and start construction on time."

A group of people looked at each other.

"But there is no way to go now."

"Did you forget what President Xu once said? He said that all the roads in this world are made by people. Now that the road in front of us is broken, we will repair it!"

"Cultivate? How to practice?" Everyone was even more puzzled.

Ferriman pointed to the back boxes of several large cargo magic motorcycles and smiled: "Of course it's up to these guys." (To be continued...)

Volume 6 How the Empire was created Chapter 1 The Trapped Convoy:

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