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Chapter 10 Departure (Part Two)

When Lynn arrived in the courtyard, Anglie, wearing a black cloak, was already standing outside the main gate.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Anglie headed straight down the mountain.

Lynn followed behind, while Lauren, also wearing a large curtain cloak, walked at the very back.

Beside the dry, dirt road, a black carriage sat quietly.

The two horses in front were harnessed, and behind them was a black carriage with four wheels.

The carriages are not very big, and there are luggage racks on the roof for placing luggage.

In front of the carriage, an old man sat beside it, smoking his pipe and puffing out smoke.

Lynn stepped forward, had the old man verify the voucher Ted had given him the day before, and then led his teacher onto the carriage.

Lynn and Anglie were fine when they were close, but when Lauren came, both horses growled uncomfortably.

It swayed slightly and emitted an uneasy hiss.

As Lynn and Anglie got into the carriage, Lauren wanted to follow.

But looking at the limited space left in the carriage, if Lauren also got on, given his size, the remaining space would be extremely cramped.

Anglie looked at Lauren.

"You don't need to come up, just follow us from behind," Anglie said calmly.

Lauren was taken aback. "Yes, Master."

"Just follow us from behind."

Lauren obediently stopped on the side of the road.

The coachman, sitting in the front seat of the carriage, saw all of this, but he was sensible and knew what he should and shouldn't ask.

There are so many strange things in this world, and he has encountered some oddities over the years as he travels all over the country.

But the most important reason he has been able to live peacefully until now is that he knows the rules.

Know what to listen to and what not to listen to.

After seeing Anglie and Lynn get into the carriage and settle down.

The coachman said, "Hello sir, my name is Kim, you can just call me Old Kim. I've been running carriages for over thirty years. I've been to Bangor Port several times. Don't worry, barring any unforeseen circumstances, we should reach our destination in fourteen days at most."

"Food and water are prepared in the car, right here." Old Kim leaned over and pulled at a hidden spot next to the bottom of the car.

It opens like a drawer.

It was filled with soft white bread, truffle sauce, and fresh milk.

"These are all the food prepared for you gentlemen. If you are hungry or thirsty, just let me know."

"Hmm." Lynn nodded, a slight smile appearing on his face.

"Okay, let's go."

Old Kim nodded. "Sir, there are blankets and cushions prepared in the carriage. Have a pleasant journey. Let's begin our trip."

Old Kim turned the reins and set off on horseback.

It must be said that old Kim is indeed a veteran driver. Although the carriage was still a bit bumpy due to the road conditions, he always managed to avoid the uneven parts of the road.

Moreover, the carriage moves at a fairly steady speed, without sudden changes in speed, so you won't feel too dizzy while riding it.

At the top of the carriage, there is something that looks like a small drum.

The gear structure inside can be seen through the openwork.

As the carriage moves forward, the gears inside slowly turn.

Lynn then looked at the two small hammers next to the drum, which would be struck once every ten kilometers.

This thing looks quite interesting.

Sitting in the car, Lynn noticed that her teacher, Anglie, next to her had his eyes closed, as if he were meditating.

How can one enter meditation while in a carriage?

Lynn tried it secretly and found that she had a hard time calming down and was unable to enter a meditative state.

Each time we finally manage to get in, just as we're about to construct the earth ring...

The next moment, the jolting carriage jolted him out of his meditative state.

After several attempts, Lynn had to admit that she still couldn't calm her mind and meditate in this environment.

So I simply took out the book and looked at the notebook that Professor Anglie had given me.

Although there were no daily tasks for him to complete during the carriage journey, Lynn was not in a hurry.

In the quiet carriage, only the sound of the boy turning the pages of his book could be heard.

As dusk approached.

"Sir, there's a village about three or four miles ahead. If you don't mind, you can stay there for the night. I travel this road often, and I know quite a few of the farmers in the village," Old Kim said.

Lynn looked at her teacher, who was still meditating.

Anglie did not respond.

Lynn knew that her teacher meant for her to decide.

"Alright, let's stay in the village for the night then," Lynn said.

"Yes, sir!" Old Kim said.

As the carriage drew closer, a village came into view.

This is a small village with a few scattered houses along the main road.

Looking out from here, you can see some houses in the distance; it's a rather loosely situated little village.

Nearby was a wide plain, and on the plain was a wheat field.

As the carriage approached, several dogs barked.

Old Kim stopped the carriage in front of a house on a farm by the roadside.

A wooden fence surrounded the house, and a large, brown, curly-haired dog was barking loudly at old Kim in the yard.

The barking of the dogs in the yard woke the owner up.

"Who's outside?" came the male homeowner's voice from inside the house.

Their dog is very smart. Although people from the village will bark, they would never bark this loudly. Only strangers from outside would make the dog bark so intensely.

"Hey, Don Quixote, it's me, old Kim," old Kim called from outside the yard.

"Old Kim?" the man in the house muttered. "I remember now, it's you, you old smoker. Smoke less, the smell of smoke on you is so strong that even Sweet Potato doesn't recognize you."

Soon, the bolt was pulled open.

A tall, brown-haired man with curly hair walked out of the house. He was quite muscular. He glanced at the yard outside, where the familiar old Kim stood.

He and Old Kim were fairly familiar with each other. The old smoker was a coachman who often traveled around and would sometimes bring guests to his place to rest. Of course, he would also pay him an overnight fee.

Then I'll also buy some supplies from his place.

This was certainly the best thing for him.

Since Old Kim was someone they knew, Donjid felt at ease.

"Is this the only guest?" Donjid looked at Lynn, who looked very young.

"There's one more guest, making a total of two."

"Okay, I'll go tidy up. There are two empty rooms in the house," Tangjide said.

After confirming, old Kim went back and drove the carriage over, parking it in the stable behind Donjid's house.

Lynn and Anglie each had their own room, while old Kim stayed in the carriage overnight.

Don Quixote arranged rooms for Lynn and Anglie, then closed the door for them.

He was curious about the identities of the two men. They looked somewhat like father and son, but the father was wearing a cloak and looked mysterious, a bit like the wizards described by bards.

Thinking of this, Don Jide couldn't help but shake his head. Damn it, what was he thinking?

The situation in the north has not been good recently, and the hot weather this year has resulted in poor harvests.

A few days ago, a group of refugees came from the north. I heard that a war had even broken out in the north.

I guess these two people are refugees from the north.

That evening, Lynn sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated.

outside the window.

Under the cover of night, the roadside grass rustled and flowed.

The dense grass parted like flowing water, and a huge black shadow, whose shape was indistinct, could be vaguely seen moving swiftly through the wild landscape.

Behind him, a tall, human-shaped figure was running with all its might.

Before long, we stopped in front of a farmhouse.

In the yard, the big dog that had been barking incessantly just moments before now had its tail between its legs.

Its fur stood on end, and it let out a low, whimpering sound.

Creak, creak.

The wooden fence groaned under its own weight.

The large, curly-haired dog trembled, its legs shaking, and a foul odor emanated from it.

Yellow liquid oozed from between the hind legs.

Before it stood a gigantic head, the size of a water vat and covered in scales, looking down at it.

The core spits out and licks the dog's head.

The big dog whimpered and collapsed, unconscious.

Lynn, who was meditating, suddenly felt uneasy, as if she were being watched by something dangerous.

Lynn recalled what his teacher's notes mentioned: when wizards meditate, they enter a special state where their six senses are amplified, and they can even sense danger.

Among wizards, there is a school called the Divination Wizards, who are said to need to enter into meditation before performing divination.

Could it be that the homeowner is planning something bad for me?

Lynn ended his meditation and placed his right hand on the wand closest to his pillow.

Then, the next moment, Lynn, who was looking out the window, raised his wand and aimed it at the window.

The light from outside the window was almost entirely blocked by what was outside.

A huge gray lizard head was staring at him, its orange pupils shining brightly in the dim light of the night.

"Lynn?" The lizard actually spoke in human language.

(End of this chapter)