CH 10.3

Lecan, Nike and Eda are advancing in front of the wagon. On foot of course.

Nozz, Ritz and Numes are following behind the wagon. On foot as well.

Gido the coachman was an awfully gloomy old man, Lecan's greeting was only met with a glare from his dull eyes.

This old man is pretty skilled himself. More than Nozz, Ritz and Numes at least. Lecan surmised that his fighting style could be that of an assassin.

The group is going straight west. They'll stay the night in a plain along the way, and at an inn in Golbul on the second day. Afterward, they'll push through a mountain path off the highways, heading straight to Kogurus.

Their first night camp out was at a spot awfully far from the highway.

Normally you'd want to camp near the highway. Going out of their way to do that here means that they're more afraid of a human-led attack than magic beasts.

They can't possibly attack us tonight, can they, thought Lecan. They've gone and employed three external escorts, killing them right after the journey began would lower their manpower for the duration of the trip.

Gido fetched Magic Beasts Wards and put them on both ends of the wagons. In other words, they're using two magic tools. The wagons are solidly built as well, they must be loaded with valuable luggage.

"The heck are ya' doing. Go prepare the fire pit for us, you."

"Aren't we eating separately."

"We hired you guys to escort us. 'course making fire pits for us comes as part of the job."

"I see. Got it."

Nike, Lecan and Eda made a simple pit of stones and soil, then picked up dry wood.

Gido was tending the horses. They're managing the horses themselves. As it's not something that can be left to unfamiliar parties.

When Eda made a fire with magic, Ritz who was nearby whistled.

"Oooh. can do magic too eh. Pretty rad."

Nozz and the gang took out some meat and barbecued it. Since fresh meat don't last long, it's pretty extravagant to have in such a trip.

"Hehe. What's up. You jealous? I dun' mind selling you some if ya want. Fer' one silver coin per slice that is."

"Nah. No need."

"Didja even got food?"

"How're ya gonna keep goin' if you don't eat."

"Look at this meat. So good."

Apparently these men are under the impression that Lecan's party is a bunch of fools who didn't prepare food because they thought the client would provide them.

The thinking is actually not outlandish.

First, containers with functions are extremely expensive. Thus, it's rare for a Copper Rank adventurer to carry one.

A bag with function looks deflated when there's nothing inside, and swelled when there are.

The more swelled it is, the more it's carrying inside.

Eda has a with and her daily necessities inside. It's a pouch that's visibly a .

Yet, Lecan and Nike don't have anything that look to be a with them. Which means, they must not carry much food.

That's the common sense in this world.

Of course, Lecan is not a human of this world. Lecan's holds enough supplies to last the three several weeks.

At a spot 20 step away, Lecan's party quickly made a firepit, gathered firewood, put out a pan with water, and poured pre-cut ingredients inside. When they saw Lecan producing one thing after another out of his Storage, they got noisy.

Right as Lecan was thinking of taking out roasted meat as well, Nozz came over.

"Oy oy. What the heck are ya doin' makin' fire here. What are ya gonna do if some seedy guys came over cuz' of that fire."

That seedy guy is right in front of me, thought Lecan.