The ups and downs of a person's life are always full of unexpected turns.

The young man who walked out of the beast camp thought he would become a powerful mercenary, but the disaster from heaven pushed the young man's fate to a wider world.

"Go, I think this is also the wish of Cairns and Randall. Not only is there safer, but it will also make you stronger!" Aunt Nightingale softly comforted Arthur.

"When I become stronger, I will come back and come back to avenge the mercenary group!" Arthur said gritting his teeth.

"Never come back, and don't think about taking revenge? That mysterious organization is not something you can afford!"

"No, I must take revenge! I am a mercenary of the Blue Ape, and faith is life!"

Nightingale showed a hint of relief, "It's worthy of being the Blue Evil. Cairns, Randall and the others have read it wrong. Then don't think about taking revenge before you become a warrior!"

...

The rain stopped all night when the sky was about to brighten, and it was a new day.

There were already queues waiting to leave the city gate, woodcutters who went out to chop wood, hunters who went into the mountains to hunt, mercenaries who accepted entrusted tasks, caravans who came to the border to do fur and herb business, and ordinary people who were busy with their livelihoods.

Nightingale changed Arthur into an ordinary common clothes and entrusted a caravan that would leave the city early tomorrow morning overnight, saying that she would help take a friend's child to study in another place.

Compared to the inspections when entering the city, the city guards did not conduct inspections on the people who left the city one by one, and no one paid attention to the young men mingled in the caravan.

After walking out of the city gate, Arthur couldn't help but turn his head and look back. When he entered the city with the mercenary group three years ago, he was still a child, but when he left today, he was already a teenager, but he didn't know when he would be able to come back?

In addition, there is a mystery that always lingers in Arthur's heart. Why did Captain Keynes suddenly become a warrior of warrior? Why did he suddenly die after swinging a few swords? What did Keynes have experienced? Everything has become an unsolved mystery...

"You started to miss home so soon?" Seeing Arthur keep looking back, a slightly fat middle-aged man came over and asked, it was Racined, the owner of the caravan.

Arthur smiled shyly, "It's okay, Uncle Racined, I'm just a little reluctant."

"It's already very good. I dared to go out to study alone at such a young age. When I was as old as you, I didn't even dare to go out in a village. I had any need to tell me directly along the way, Nightingale and I have been old friends for many years, so don't be polite."

Arthur bowed with a polite smile.

From this day on, Arthur followed Racine's caravan all the way south.

Racined's caravan is not large in size, with only twelve musk ox pulling carts, and is one of the many small and medium-sized caravans between the kingdom's inland and the border. Racined runs several grocery stores in Solan City, and always travels to Huaores City twice a year, bringing herbs from the Orlando Mountains and fur back for simple processing and sales.

Because of the frequent trips to and from this route, Racined only brought six accompanying businessmen, and just in case he hired five mercenaries escorted along the way in Huaores City.

These mercenaries came from a small mercenary group with only level e. The leader was a thin mercenary in his forties, but a third-level warrior. There were three second-level warriors, and a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, who was only a first-level warrior.

In fact, this is the norm for warriors on the mainland. Those who become a third-level warrior at the age of fifteen are extremely talented.

Generally, warriors start practicing martial arts at the age of seven or eight, raising their bodies and tempering their muscles and bones. As long as they are a little talented and willing to work hard, they can flow through the meridians of the whole body at the age of seven or eighteen and become first-level warriors. Then, they are constantly accumulating fighting energy, using fighting energy to temper their bodies. After seven or eight years of water grinding, they become second-level warriors at the age of twenty-five or six. Most warriors are promoted to level three, and the road to warriors is at the end. Only a few warriors with excellent talents or opportunities to be deliberately trained can break through the threshold of level three and become warriors at the war lieutenant level.

The road to warriors afterwards was like a pyramid, and the narrower the upwards. The warriors were the existence on the top of the tower that all warriors looked up to. As for the warriors, there was the legendary existence.

Along the way, these mercenaries were very dedicated, and there was no mistake in whether they were exploring the road during the day or patrolling and guarding at night. It can be seen that although the middle-aged mercenary Norris led the team was not of high level, he was very experienced as an old mercenary.

Over time, the mercenaries quickly got into a relationship with the businessmen and Arthur, and even often made vulgar jokes.

Arthur was worried about revealing his identity and deliberately kept a distance from the mercenaries. But the young mercenary named Hasger heard that Arthur went to the royal city of Singalore to study. Every time he stopped to rest, he always liked to ask around Arthur for this and that, and his words revealed envy and yearning for the royal city.

"Brother Arthur, how about we compete? We are both first-level warriors. I want to see how far there is to see you, a warrior who has the opportunity to study in the royal city?"

As soon as the caravan stopped by a waterside, Norris took several other mercenaries to check the situation around him, Hasger took the opportunity to come to Arthur's side again.

Because the fifteen-year-old third-level warrior was too scary, Arthur only said that he had just broken through level 1, which actually aroused Hasger's interest in competing with Arthur.

"Forget it, Brother Hasger, I just broke through level one and I will definitely not be able to beat you."

"Don't worry, just a competition. We don't use weapons, and I will be careful and will never hurt you." Hasger still advised Arthur without giving up.

Suddenly, a chaotic sound of horse hooves came from afar, interrupting Hasger's wish to compete.

"alert!"

Norris and others were running back quickly, drawing weapons from the periphery of the caravan, ready to fight at any time.

The smoke and dust rolled on the roadside. As soon as the mercenaries were ready, more than a dozen tall wildebeests rushed forward.

The knights on the horse were tall and mighty, all with silver armor and golden cloaks. The chest of the armor was red crossed, and the cloak was embroidered with three burning flame patterns.

"No one of these guys can afford to offend the Knights of the Church of Light!" Hasger explained to Arthur beside him in a low voice.

There are two systems of political and educational systems in the human kingdom of Belland. The body is under the control of His Majesty the King and the soul is under the control of His Majesty the Pope.

"Who is responsible here?" the leading square-faced knight shouted loudly.

"Praise the God of Light!" Racined hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to perform a standard worship of believers before speaking: "I am the boss of the caravan, please give me advice from the Knight of Light."

The square-faced knight nodded with satisfaction, "We are chasing a 14th and 5th teenager. Have you seen him?"

Arthur was stunned, and then he found that everyone's eyes seemed to be slowly turning to him...
Chapter completed!