In the Moon Creek Plain in mid-October, you can no longer feel the residual heat of the scorching heat. The breeze and the golden autumn wheat waves are indeed the best time and scenery for pedestrians on the road.

The Golden Skylark Troupe marched along the road on the Moon Creek Plain. Counting from their departure from Muxi City, today is the sixteenth day.

"Speaking of fine wine! The top one should be Branta from Guyan City! The mellow throat, a long aftertaste, and an unforgettable experience!"

A pudgy knight in his forties with a big rosacea sat on the horse and talked to the people around him.

"Guyan City is located in a mountainous terrain, with steep terrain and good lighting conditions, so it is especially suitable for building vineyards and wineries..."

Listening to the loud analysis of the knight, Barbara sitting in the carriage curled her lips, opened the curtains and asked Randall in a low voice: "The Knight Commander Horn is really the one who escorted this time. commander?"

Randall didn't turn his head back: "Yes, he is the senior officer of the Musi Knights. This time he was appointed to the Musi Cabinet to command 22 knights and 200 soldiers to guard us to Guyan City. "

Barbara stared at the knight commander who was chatting and laughing loudly on horseback, talking non-stop, and frowned and asked, "Is something wrong? I always think he doesn't look like a knight at all."

Randall waved his horse rein and said with a smile: "Don't guess, in the Silver Ring City incident, Knight Commander Horn followed Lord Cumberland and left the Silver Ring Guards. They were the first immigrants to join the Western City. He is superb martial arts and loyal. If it weren't for some words and deeds, he might have taken the position of battle group commander now."

Barbara asked strangely: "Words and deeds?"

Randall was about to explain, Horn's loud voice came from a distance, interrupting the conversation between the two.

"Talk about perfect wine, then talk about women!"

Horn pretending to be mysterious, blinked, and asked the people around him: "Do you know where the most delicate-skinned woman in this world comes from?"

The crowd onlookers heard him play a mystery and urged him to give the answer quickly.

Seeing that the appetite of others was stoked enough, Horn shrugged his rosacea, raised his head and said proudly: "Of course it is our woman from West Side!"

"why?!"

Horn blinked and raised his eyebrows: "Because only women in the West Side take a bath every day."

Amidst a burst of laughter, Barbara grunted angrily and pulled the car curtain hard.

Randall scratched his head, looked at the evening knight who was talking about spring, and shook his head with a wry smile.

When the sun was sinking, the sleepy Golden Skylark Theatre Company stopped and chose a highland near the mountain stream among the mountains less than 70 kilometers away from Guyan City, and built a place to stay.

The members of the theater troupe who toured between the kingdoms had already regarded this kind of camping as commonplace. As for the soldiers of the Musi Knights, they didn't feel any inconvenience.

Barbara was wearing a Lilière autumn hunting outfit. When she got off the carriage, she caught the attention of countless men. The most excessive of them was the chief guard-Knight Commander Horn. This guy not only shouted, but even blew a whistle.

Ignoring these unpleasant sights and voices, Barbara found the staff of the troupe and asked where Randall was going.

After asking for a while, someone finally told her that Randall seemed to be walking towards the top of the mountain.

Returning to the carriage, putting on a pair of light shoes, Barbara walked slowly to the top of the mountain along the trail behind the camp, and saw Randall sitting directly on top of a large rock, staring blankly at the distant mountain.

"You would come here to be lazy. It's really rare." Barbara picked up the handkerchief, put it on the rock, sat next to Randall, and said with a smile: "I remember your hometown is Lone Rock City, come back. How does your hometown feel?"

Randall didn't move his eyes, and said softly, "It's like an old wound in a rainy day."

"Strange metaphor."

Barbara watched the last ray of sunshine in Eastern Sky disappear slowly, and said to Randall, "Now, when this performance in Lone Rock City is over, would you apply for a vacation?"

"take a vacation?"

"Well, in the past few months, we have been running around for your Majesty's Protestantism. Shouldn't we enjoy a short vacation?"

Randall lowered his head, thought for a moment, nodded in response, "It's okay."

Barbara came with interest: "I heard that there are many well-known attractions in Guyan City! For example, the Statue of the Holy Father, the Rock of Falling Fire, and the Mochila Hotel that only accepts nobles!"

Randall said helplessly: "I've heard of Mochila, but we are not aristocrats."

Barbara raised her chest: "Have you forgotten what I do? I am a troupe actor, and any nobleman I can act is more like a nobleman!"

Randall smiled slightly.

In a forest less than 100 meters away from them, two uninvited guests lurked quietly.

"I didn't expect that I would meet the Golden Skylark Troupe here."

The werewolf Aldenan looked at the back of the man and the woman on the top of the mountain, and said incredulously: "This may be the fate that the gods said."

Seeing that the orcs beside him were silent, Aldenan turned his head and asked, "Carroll, don't you think that is the case?"

Carroll didn't answer the other party's question, just put his eyes on the woman's body, and didn't move for a long time.

Aldenan looked in the direction Carol was gazing at, rolled his eyes, and said, "Isn’t this a good opportunity? These two people are now under our noses, as long as we sneak in and fight Faint and take them away. In this way, Mr. Dunlop can deal with each other, and I can also avenge the last time I was in the woods!"

Carol shook his head desperately and said loudly, "No!"

Aldenan quickly gave him a silent gesture.

Carroll leaned his back against the tree and said listlessly: "You can't give those two people to Wayne."

Aldenan stabbed Carroll with his elbow, his tone full of teasing, "Is it because of Miss Barbara? That's the popular star of the Golden Skylark Theater, the dream lover of the entire Twilight City...you shouldn't Seriously, right?"

Carroll glanced at the werewolf and whispered, "I once owed Miss Barbara a favor."

"Oh? Tell me about it."

"When I was a porter at the wharf, I accidentally smashed a glass screen consigned by the Golden Skylark Theatre. According to the rules of the wharf, I had to compensate the customer in full for the loss, but at that time I couldn't pay that much. money."

"I don't know who it is. I told Miss Barbara about my home situation. She took the head of the troupe to find the person in charge of the dock area and told the latter that it was just a cheap stage prop. "

Aldenan touched his chin with his furry wolf claws, smiled maliciously and said, "So, you are in love with her."

Carol glared at the werewolf fiercely: "No, I owe her a favor!"

Aldenan raised his hands and pretended to be surrendered: "Well, well, count my slip of the tongue, you owe her a favor..."

Carol snorted and turned his gaze to the pair of men and women again, only to find that Barbara leaned her head on Randall's shoulder.

The orc closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "It's time to go."

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At the same time, Guyan City, the study room of King Regent Jennings.

Seeing the recent military trends submitted by the army, King Regent Jennings frowned, his eyes full of anxiety and anxiety.

Military assembly, material transportation, ship supply... Ayyub’s imperial army has recently moved more and more on the border.

"Could it be that these southerners want to start a war against the parish recently?" Jennings put down the report in his hand, got up from his chair, walked around the room a few times, and said to himself: " For no reason, the Ayub Empire first fought against the Abbasid Empire, and then invaded the Holy City in the East. Recently, I heard that internal fighting has occurred within the empire. It is impossible to launch an offensive against the northern diocese during this period of time."

"There is an old Taylor proverb that says well. Travelers who are about to go on a long journey will prepare a wooden sign with their name engraved on them, so that even if they die, they will not become an unnamed corpse."

The sudden voice shocked Jennings.

"Who?! Get out of me!"

The door was slowly pushed open~lightnovelpub.net~ A tall and handsome man walked into the room and said with a smile to Jennings: "The Regent of Guyan City, please don't be too nervous. I have no intention of harming you."

Observing the words and deeds of the visitors, Jennings frowned and said: "You are clearly a parishioner, but you have a southern accent."

"Yes, my parents are descendants of noble Tyrol, but I had to grow up in the south...Master Jennings, can you please stop pulling the alarm rope under the table?"

"You...what did you say?!"

The man selected a relatively comfortable chair in the room and sat down and said to Jennings: "The guards outside the door, I didn't hurt them, just let them enjoy a rare sleep."

"Who are you?!"

The man touched his forehead, stood up and saluted Jennings again: "I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Garcia Kilolia. I am here to warn you about one thing... A week ago, the Ayub Empire launched an all-out war against the parish, and Guyan City was the first target of the Empire’s East Route Army."