From a hired knight to a master of Game of Thrones

Ten days later.

Don Quixote, at Adele's service.

First, put on a thick wool-filled inner layer of soft armor, then put on chainmail.

Then put on full plate armor.

This is an extremely exquisite set of black scale armor, with only a touch of bright red on the breastplate.

It was a bloody hand.

This complete set of custom-made steel plate armor weighed 57 pounds and cost Don Quixote 11 gold dragons.

It is more expensive, harder, tougher, and lighter than plate armor made of ordinary iron.

Adele looked at Don Quixote fully dressed and couldn't help but praise him:

"Sir, you are so handsome!"

...Am I being too cautious? It's just a regular job, not a battlefield.

But this employment task is one that cannot afford to fail.

While pondering, Don Quixote laughed:

"Let's go, don't keep them waiting."

"Yes, sir." Adele followed behind Don Quixote, continuing to scrutinize him.

The two quickly walked into the courtyard.

Tom and his two companions, along with Cole and his companion, were already prepared in the courtyard.

When they saw Don Quixote and his companion approaching, they immediately greeted them respectfully:

"grown ups!"

Don Quixote nodded, looked around, and said:

"Now that we're ready, let's go!"

Warren looked enviously at Don Quixote's gleaming black plate armor ahead and said to Tom beside him:

"Tom, you should have enough savings to buy a set of plate armor by now!"

Upon hearing this, Tom thought for a moment and said:

"I could buy a set of ordinary iron plate armor, but there's no need for it, since we're not going to the battlefield."

"Besides, since the captain has already bought it, we should just obediently follow behind him."

"I feel like this worn-out set of chainmail I'm wearing can last for a while longer!"

He won a match in the martial arts tournament, and also won the bets placed outside the tournament.

Tom's value tripled instantly.

He's been walking with a confident stride lately, exuding a strong sense of self-assurance.

Thinking about all this, Tom also asked:

"I remember you also bet that the captain would win the free-for-all; you must have made quite a bit of money!"

Warren nodded, but said helplessly:

"I did make a lot of money, but after paying back the money I borrowed from the captain, I didn't make much overall."

Shane, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation, couldn't help but complain:

"I'm the only one who not only got injured, but also owes the captain money. I'm incredibly unlucky!"

Tom glanced at Shane's somewhat gloomy face and said bluntly:

"You knew how capable the captain was, and you didn't seize this obvious, high-probability money-making opportunity. Whose fault is that?!"

Xie En retorted:

"Who can guarantee 100% certainty about the arena? If a powerful figure emerges from the Free Knights of White Harbor, wouldn't we lose even more!"

"Hmph, you were just a little lucky!"

He was the only one among these people who didn't place a bet.

Even Alden, Cole, and Adele have staked all their savings on it, believing that Don Quixote will be the ultimate victor in the melee.

They did earn over ten silver deer.

Warren knew Shane had been in a bad mood these past few days, so he immediately comforted him:

"Xie En, do your best on this employment mission. When the mission is over, the captain will definitely not be stingy."

"Even if you get a larger share of the reward, it will be enough for you to pay off the captain's debt."

Don Quixote had already discussed the division of payment for this employment mission with them.

The basic reward is one hundred silver deer per person.

After the mission was completed, Don Quixote took out two more golden dragons and gave them to the three of them.

As for the specific proportions of the two golden dragons, that depends on the three people's performance in this employment mission.

Upon hearing this, Xie En's face darkened, and after a moment he frowned and said:

"I hope so."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The group rode out of the courtyard and soon arrived at the fish market on the outskirts of Baigang.

A corner of the fish market.

Rodney, who had already arranged everything for the caravan, was sitting on horseback, looking around.

The figures of Don Quixote and his party had just appeared.

Rodney's gaze immediately fell over, and he quickly waved his hand and shouted:

"Sir Don Quixote, here."

Don Quixote also noticed Rodney and his caravan.

Eleven men were driving eleven four-wheeled wagons with cloaks, pulled by a mix of horses, mules, and oxen.

Under the cloak, there were piles of wooden barrels and burlap sacks.

Five guards and Ian on horseback were scattered on both sides of the caravan.

In addition, there were four spare horses around the caravan.

Don Quixote looked Rodney up and down as he approached him, laughing:

"Lord Rodney, I apologize for keeping you waiting."

Rodney shook his head and smiled as well:

"My caravan is also ready, it hasn't been long."

Don Quixote looked again at the eleven four-wheeled wagons, wondering what goods were packed in the barrels and burlap sacks.

However, he did not ask rashly, but simply said:

"Lord Rodney, let's set off then!"

Rodney immediately laughed:

"no problem."

Then, Rodney loudly directed the caravan to slowly leave White Harbor Fish Market.

Don Quixote also simply arranged for Tom and his two companions to stay around the caravan as a precaution.

Eleven oak trucks lined up in a column, their wheels rumbling over the cobblestone road.

The sight of nearly thirty people and more than forty livestock traveling together was quite eye-catching, even in the bustling fish market of Baigang.

Many pedestrians stopped to look at the caravan with curiosity.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Four days passed in the blink of an eye.

Night fell.

Rodney looked at Don Quixote and said helplessly:

"The ancient tombs are not far ahead. If it weren't for those two trucks getting stuck in the mud and wasting a lot of time..."

"According to my original plan, we should be able to reach that hotel before sunset!"

Don Quixote suggested:

"Traveling at night is too dangerous. Let's rest here in the wilderness for the night before continuing our journey."

Rodney nodded and smiled:

"That's what I was planning to do too. Sir Don Quixote, I'm afraid you'll have to spend the night in this desolate place!"

Don Quixote shook his head and smiled:

"There's nothing wrong with this. Even you, Lord Rodney, don't mind, so how could I?"

After chatting for a while, the two then each directed their men to arrange the defense and logistical matters for the caravan at night.

The people in Rodney's caravan were not newcomers; they had traveled this trade route many times before.

Everyone has some experience in their mind, more or less.

Not long after.

Some less important trucks were arranged in a circle on the outermost side, while in the middle were several important trucks and the tents set up by the group.

Several bonfires were lit in the very center.

The group gathered around the campfire and ate some simple food to fill their stomachs.

After discussing it with Don Quixote, Rodney and Don Quixote decided to arrange for the three of them to take turns keeping watch at night.

The night passed quickly.

Apart from the occasional wolf howls that suddenly broke out late at night, no bandits came to plunder.

After breakfast, the group packed their things and prepared to set off.

The hazy white mist of early morning was just dispelled by the golden rays of the rising sun.

A vast plain slowly unfolded before the group of people.

Apart from a few long, low, gently undulating hills, all around are vast expanses of bare, brown plains, silently stretching into the distance under the sunlight.

That is the desolate burial ground of our ancestors!

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