The King of Elden does not die alone!

After saying that, as if realizing that he wasn't convincing enough, Merlin tried to come up with another reason.

"Did you forget? You finished eating before you left. Aren't you full yet?"

"..." Altria's face flushed a little.

Although eating a lot is not a bad thing, I still feel a little embarrassed when others talk about it.

After the battle just now, she still feels dizzy.

Could it be that I really remembered it wrong?

...as if something like this had happened before.

Because I was too focused on training, I even forgot when I had eaten.

"Um..."

Altria looked around in confusion.

Mia was cleaning her armor, with Melina by her side.

Wilden and Kai were helping Isdis sort out the goods that had been messed up by the Ansa.

It seemed like no one paid attention to dinner.

"..." Could it be that she really remembered it wrong?

Artoria was in confusion again.

In the second half of the night, just as Mia said, dark clouds covered the starry sky and the moon.

It was drizzling from the sky.

The falling raindrops gently enveloped the earth.

The lively bonfire swayed in the drizzle, as if dancing a ballroom dance with the raindrops.

The guy who realized it later quickly hid in the tent. The tent was only half a person's height. The ground was made of two layers of branches and hay. The sleeping mat was placed on the top. Even if it rained harder, the people in the tent would not get wet.

A good night's sleep and the patter of raindrops are the tranquilizers that soothe all the melancholy.

The next morning.

When I awoke, the morning mist had dissipated, but the green leaves, trees, and wild flowers were still shiny with water droplets.

The bonfire had gone cold.

"Hmm~" Mia sat up and stretched.

After everyone woke up, they packed up the camp together, and two hours before noon, the team set out again.

But this time it turned into a convoy.

The addition of Isdis doubled the size of the team's supplies, and the carriage was filled with goods to be taken south.

Most of them are full of the unique colors of the island.

Various decorations and clothing made of fish skin accounted for the majority of the goods.

The rest was common hard currency such as leather, pottery, wood carvings, and food that was available everywhere.

Apart from food and gold and silver, the Ansa people were not interested in anything else. So, although it seemed that Isdis's goods were turned upside down, in fact, except for the pottery damaged by rough treatment, Isdis had no other losses.

And the benefit of a carriage is.

I can be a few more people now.

Kai sat in the passenger seat, while Altria and Merlin sat in the truck bed filled with cargo.

As for the horses of the three of them, there was no need to restrain them at all.

The horses followed the two carriages at a brisk pace. Even in the wild, horses are social animals that will follow their leader, and their IQ is no less than that of canines.

Kai, who was sitting in the driver's seat with Isdis, had a piece of sage hanging from his mouth. He sucked the sour juice from the stem and looked at the scenery around him with boredom, which had not changed much.

If you are riding a horse or driving a carriage, there is one thing that can help you stay awake.

But if someone else is driving the carriage, there will really be nothing to do.

"Mr. Eastis, why don't you choose to do business by land instead of sea?"

he asked.

Since hundreds of years ago, Anglesey has been an important trading center for the Welsh-British region facing Ireland, and it is also an important stronghold for controlling the Channel.

For the people of Anglesey, boats are as fundamental to their survival as ploughs are to their fields.

Isidis replied: "Because of the Ansa, the benefactor."

"Well, that's true."

Kai suddenly realized that this was a stupid question that didn't require any thought.

The Angus almost controlled the entire coastline of the island, so it would be very dangerous for the people of Anglesey to engage in maritime trade.

Shifting the trade center from coastal areas to inland areas was a last resort.

We walked along this sparsely populated dirt road until the evening, and finally saw a village.

It looks like today's accommodation is guaranteed.

Unlike the previous inland village, this village seemed very xenophobic. High wooden walls surrounded the entire village, and the only entrances and exits were two gates.

The people in the village are not as hospitable as those in the villages in the mountains.

People looked at the tall Wilden and the strange horse Torrett with two horns on his head from a distance with fear, and all of them took detours.

Even Altria, who was always eager to help others, didn't get the chance to take on the commission.

"Perhaps, the farm we visited yesterday should be the watershed. We have now entered the land ravaged by the Ansa."

Merlin said so.

Mia went to the blacksmith shop and sold two helmets, three swords, and five axes.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to sell more, it’s because the blacksmith in this village is only willing to buy this much.

However, this money is more than enough for travel expenses.

Because this was the equipment stripped from the enemies that everyone had killed together, and the money was sold, Mia had no intention of keeping it all for herself.

I used the money to book a hotel room and purchase some supplies.

After only one night, the convoy set off in a hurry.

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This chapter is relatively short because I have been researching various cities and history in Wales recently~

Although this is the Type-Moon world, I still want to describe a Britain that is closer to the history we are familiar with.

I hope everyone can learn more about that era from my book.

After all, many people started to learn about foreign history because of Type-Moon hhhhh. Through this opportunity, I can also learn something with everyone.

Furthermore, detailed research is also the author's basic skill.

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Another day passed in the wild, and finally, they walked out of the mountains and stood on the top of the mountain.

In the distance you can see the end of the plain and the channel that separates Anglesey from Wales.

That doesn't look like a strait at all.

From this side of the Welsh 'mainland', you can see the flat islands on the other side at a glance.

The green plains, with few undulations, stretch as far as the eye can see, forming a sharp contrast with the barren hills stretching behind them.

There is a city on the coast of Wales.

The city is not big. Standing on the top of the mountain, it is less than ten kilometers away.

It is surrounded by a city wall full of British characteristics, with a city gate on the wall and a towering tower on top of the city gate.

The town is not big. Judging from this place, we can roughly estimate its population size to be around 10,000.

On the back of the city, across the strait, there is a village facing the city across the river.

"That's it," Isdis said happily when he saw his hometown again, pointing at the island.

The convoy walked down the hill, the small path merged into a main road, and more and more people came together.

Every ten minutes or so, they could see some caravans heading south, either with horse-drawn carriages or mules loaded with cargo. Of course, there were also many groups heading north like them.

The basic principle of commercial activities is to transport goods from one place to another, and then transport the goods back from other places to make profits.

Two hours later, the convoy approached the city.

The town was called Bangor.

The city wall has a strong "barbaric" style. The whole city, except for the area facing the sea at the port, is located on a mound. The city wall is a cliff dug out from the edge of the mound and then surrounded by wood.

Therefore, the height difference between the top of the city wall and the ground inside the city is almost the same.

The two ends of the city wall near the coast are blocked by tall rockery made of rubble. The rockery is like a dam, extending more than ten meters into the strait, blocking the possibility of the enemy going around the beach.

Although it does not look as good as those cities with towering walls in the plains, this structure is the result of a compromise with reality.

However, its defensive performance is not inferior to the walls built by the Romans on the eastern plains.

Before entering the city, it was as if you had walked into a village. There were fields and houses scattered outside the city, and the road passed through the village under the city and led to the city gate.

A group of soldiers stood at the city gate.

Ordinary people don't have to pay money to enter the city, but if they bring goods, they have to pay a tax.

The tax collector saw two oncoming carriages from afar. As a city tax collector, facing a group of guys of unknown origin, he and his soldiers did not move, waiting until Wilden approached with the carriage pulled by Torre.

The tax collector took a step back when he saw the strange horse with two horns on its head.

"You...you guys..." he said with some stammering.

Mia poked her head out of the truck bed: "We're going into town."

"I know!" The tax collector stared, as if trying to make up for his lack of momentum. He shouted, "This is the territory of King Gwynedd, the city of Bangor. Where are you merchants from? No matter where you are from, you need to pay 10% of the value of your goods as a business tax when you enter the city."

"We are not businessmen," Mia explained, "just a group of travelers."

"Traveller?" The tax collector looked behind Mia.

"Of course, that man is a businessman." Mia explained, pointing at Esidis.

Kai jumped down from the carriage at the back, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the tax collector.

"I am the son of Sir Ector, Lord of Wildwood Castle," he introduced himself, revealing his noble identity.

The tax collector looked down at the tax bill in his hand and muttered, "I've never heard of that place..."

"There are many places you haven't heard of. We came from Glamorgan."

"I need to check the cargo."

"Please go ahead." Kai made a polite gesture of invitation.

The tax collector took small steps, walked around Torrett and came to the back of the cart.

Mia thought about how to be polite, then held out her hand to him: "Would you like to come up and take a look?"