I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

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Kal'tsit has set her sights on the daytime.

Are you interested in interacting with the Kasimir people in person?

I've been so free during the day.

Every day, I either ask her to tell me stories or sleep or daydream in the car.

Kal'tsit felt that if Bai Zhou continued to be so idle, she might be implicated in most of the reasons when he returned to Yan Kingdom.

That won't do.

The most important thing for children is not to rush to the front lines and fight when they encounter danger, but to enrich themselves and broaden their horizons and knowledge.

Since Bai Zhou considers herself a friend, Kal'tsit feels it's necessary to find something for Bai Zhou to do out of a sense of responsibility towards her friend.

“Learn Kasimir.”

During the day, he stood with his hands tucked into his chest, observing the Kurantas working around him.

"Sure. Then I'll have to trouble you, Professor Kal'tsit."

“My teaching may be boring, but I believe that someone as intelligent as you will be able to learn it quickly.”

After agreeing during the day, Kal'tsit had already planned how to teach him over the next week.

"Welcome, friends from afar."

The tall Kuranta shouted as he walked toward the two of them.

"Hello, beautiful lady."

"Oh, and there's our handsome young man too."

The other party gave a graceful welcoming bow.

"Hello, friend. We'd like to buy some meat. If possible, could you sell it to us?"

Bai Zhou told Kal'tsit a general request, and then stood quietly behind her to watch her perform.

A string of words, barely fluent in the daytime, flowed smoothly from Kal'tsit's mouth. It seemed to be some kind of official jargon, or perhaps some kind of regional accent, but the other party's attitude improved somewhat after hearing Kal'tsit's Kazimierz.

"Looks like mastering more foreign languages can be put as a top priority."

He observed the Kuranta who was talking to Kal'tsit during the day.

He had a robust physique, a handsome face, and a tall stature. Although he wore a rather thin robe, his muscular arms revealed just how strong his body was.

However... golden hair... that's not common among the common people of Kuranta.

Although his Kazimierz language was quite poor during the day, he had a good understanding of the Kazimierz social hierarchy.

The lineage of the Kuranta in Kazimierz is largely related to their coat color. The higher the rank and the more noble the bloodline, the more beautiful the coat color.

Kuranta, with his chestnut and grey hair, is the most common hair color among commoners in Kazimierz.

Above that are the golden hairs, like the sun, and the silvery-white hairs, like the moon. These two types are both noble and rare, even among the nobility.

As for the higher level...

Now standing before them was a blond Kuranta... a merchant.

"Your Highness, a serving of jerky for ten pack animals costs seventy Kazimir coins. Would you like to buy it?"

Due to the special nature of Bai Zhou's identity, Kal'tsit temporarily changed how she addressed Bai Zhou, replacing "Your Majesty," which immediately suggested his extraordinary status, with "Your Highness," a title commonly used by nobles.

"Buy, buy. Ask him if he has any Casimir snacks or anything like that, let's buy some to eat."

The amount of money isn't the issue; all I care about during the day is whether the comfort level of my mouth can be improved.

"Oh, right, Kal'tsit, ask him if we can stay at the caravan tonight. We're willing to pay a little extra."

It was getting late, and Kazimir was full of plains and beasts. If the two of them rested outside alone, they would have to take turns keeping watch until midnight. If something happened, they wouldn't be able to rest all night, which would be too troublesome.

Since that's the case, we might as well rest at this caravan for the night; it's just a matter of paying a little more money.

"He agreed, Your Highness. He will send someone to deliver the items we just purchased to our resting place as soon as possible."

Kal'tsit, having completed her mission with grace and elegance, handed over the Qazimir coins she had previously exchanged in Syracuse to the other party and sent good news to Bai Zhou.

After collecting the money, Kuranta called out a few times, and then a young female Kuranta jogged up to the two of them.

"Your Highness, she is going to take us to a place where we can set up camp."

Kal'tsit translated her words.

"Ah."

The caravan assigned them a place next to a bunch of guard tents, probably because they thought that if they wanted to cause trouble, they would have to get past the guards first.

Despite their caution, the caravan thoughtfully provided them with a small tent and sent two guards to help set it up.

"Thank you for your help, uncles."

Once the tent was set up, Bai Zhou smiled and thanked the two guards.

"His Highness said he was grateful for your help."

Kal'tsit conveyed the meaning of daylight.

"It's my duty, no need to be polite."

The two guards simply nodded and left without hesitation.

Once inside the tent, there was no bed, only two thick blankets laid on the ground, and the only decoration was a small table placed in the middle of the ground.

"Wow! It's a blanket! So soft!"

Bai Zhou rolled around happily on the thick blanket on the ground.

"Your Highness, you really should be careful about dust."

Kal'tsit took down the tent flap, turned on the small lamp she carried for lighting, and then sat down at the small table to rest.

"Hmm, Kal'tsit."

During the day, he rolled around to Kal'tsit's side.

"Tell me, what kind of caravan would seek protection from the army?"

Having traveled this far, his experience allowed him to immediately recognize the difference between the so-called "guards" and their true nature.

His speech and actions were concise and efficient, his upper limbs were taut when he walked, and he had a ruthless look in his eyes.

Each of them is a skilled fighter.

But that alone is not enough to prove their identities.

Then, during the day, the Kazimir military's standard-issue daggers were found on the waists of the two guards who were helping to set up the tents.

The spies reported that the standard equipment of the Kazimir army included the blueprints for that kind of dagger.

"Your Highness, they are not escorting a caravan, but someone hidden inside it."

They were actually very well hidden, able to fool ordinary people and most mercenary spies. But Kal'tsit, with her extensive experience and sharp eyes, easily discovered their true nature and figured out their general purpose.

"This caravan is heading towards Syracuse; they intend to send a nobleman out of Qazimir. As for that nobleman... perhaps he is tired of the war and wants to escape, or perhaps he is seeking aid."

"Hmm, interesting, very interesting."

He sits up during the day, his tail held high.

I encountered this situation as soon as I arrived in Kazimierz.

"Sir, your order has arrived."

The noise outside made the two stop talking.

"Put them in."

Having received permission, the young Kuranta woman they had met earlier lifted the curtain and entered. She was followed by several guards carrying things.

Those were the dried meat, snacks, and some salt and water they had bought.

"You two have such a good relationship; you're more like siblings than master and servant."

As Kal'tsit braided the hair of the boy who was resting on her lap, the Kuranta woman smiled and spoke to them kindly.

"His Highness is kind and allowed me to accompany and take care of you. He has no haughty airs towards us nobles. Many people in the manor wanted to accompany His Highness on this trip, but I was the only one who was lucky enough to be chosen by His Highness."

As Kal'tsit replied, she casually braided a small braid for the boy.

"Um, Kal'tsit. I want to sleep."

The boy seemed very tired, and he was humming softly with his arm around Feilin's waist.

"Your Highness, we still have dinner to eat later. Let's rest after dinner."

Filin gently smoothed the boy's hair as she spoke softly.

Fortunately, Kal'tsit's cloak hadn't been removed yet. No matter how hard Kuranta racked his brains, he could never have guessed that the person speaking such gentle words had such a cold and aloof face.

"Yes, I want to hear a story."

"it is good."

Kal'tsit slightly raised her head, her fair chin standing out strikingly against the black cloak.

"I'm sorry, but His Highness wishes to rest."

"Then we won't disturb you any longer. Sweet dreams, guest."

The woman gestured for the guards to leave, remembering to remove the curtain.

"That was close. They almost overheard us. That woman understands Yan language. We'll have to be more careful in the future."

Bai Zhou squinted and sighed softly, then released his arm around Kal'tsit and tried to get up, but Kal'tsit pressed down on his shoulder.

"Your Highness, the hair is not yet finished, please do not move it."

It's not quite the hairstyle she envisioned yet; it needs a proper trim.

"Well, thank you for your help, Kal'tsit."

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