Reckless Through The New World

The caravan traveled all the way and stayed overnight, moving towards the south without haste or slow. In the caravan, in addition to daily exercise, pandas chat with merchants and guards to learn about local customs.

Every place has its own different customs, and the content of these customs is complex and changeable, even if it is a "two-legged bookcase" harmony, it is impossible to know all. For someone who wants to be rooted in this world, it never hurts to know a little bit more.

This is like those old rivers and lakes on the earth, who can often understand more than a dozen dialects, can talk to local people no matter where they go, and know some local taboos, they will never easily offend and cause trouble for themselves. .

It has been more than two years since the time traveled, but most of the travelers still have a deep estrangement from this world. Everyone consciously or unconsciously rejects the society that integrates into this world, and still maintains their independence.

They are very different from the protagonists in the time-travel texts who can adapt to the new world and quickly integrate into it.

To give the simplest example, until now, when traversers communicate with each other, most of them use the names in the original game, not the names they designed for themselves that belong to this world.

But time will change everything. Compared with the time when they just passed through, they have integrated into this world a lot. In a few years, decades, they will be more integrated into the world... Maybe in a few decades, they will look no different from people in this world except for their different origins.

Just like a wanderer who has lived in a foreign land for many years, the years will precipitate the foreign land into a hometown, and the hometown will become a smiling memory in a dream.

Panda thinks, maybe after everyone gets married here, it will be almost the same.

"Mr. Bell, do you think this is right?" a guard asked him, posing as he slipped and punched.

Panda looked carefully, let the opponent throw a few punches in the air, then shook his head and said, "Your punches are too murderous."

He looked at the guards around him who had learned from him, and said, "I know you are all licking blood, but most of the time in bare-handed combat, it's for 'subduing' rather than 'killing the enemy'. It is more effective to use your knives to kill the enemy. I teach you to fight with bare hands, so that you can have more appropriate fighting methods when you need to restrain lethality, instead of wanting you to learn the professions such as those divine fist messengers and use bare hands kill others."

The guards nodded, indicating that they understood what he meant.

A steward of the caravan looked at this from a distance, smiled, and said to the other steward next to him: "This Mr. Bell is not only skilled, but also has a good character."

"After all, it's a paladin, a paladin from the Church of the Suffering God, that's all, there's nothing wrong with his character," said the steward who had tried to recruit pandas.

"It's a pity that he is just on the same road as us. When we get to the south, he will go to the Federation."

"No way, he said from the beginning that he wanted to go to the archipelago area. It was only because the time was not in a hurry that he followed us."

"I don't know if he will come to Tara Khan again in the future. It would be nice if he could settle here in the future."

"Tarahan's current situation is getting better and better every day. The earl is really a capable person. Look at this development, we will become prosperous sooner or later!"

"Yeah, he is much more pragmatic than the previous generations of earls. If you want me to say, there is no need for development or something! As long as you build and prosper your own territory, if you want people, people, money and money, why should you care about your subordinates? How many vassals are there?"

"We don't understand the ideas of big men. Back then, there must have been reasons for development; now that we don't do development, there must be reasons not to do it."

A steward who had always been silently watching suddenly looked left and right, lowered his voice and said, "Do you know? There is actually another reason for the abolition of development this time."

"Why?" the two stewards asked curiously.

"You have always been in charge of transactions with the south, and you have lived in Tarakhan for a short time, so I don't know. I have heard some news... There is a big devil in the north, fierce and cruel, and unreasonable. He marked the northern border as his own territory, and he did not allow anyone to develop it, and many people died because of this!"

The two stewards were startled and asked, "Isn't the count going to do it?"

"Do it? How do we do it? Are we going to risk our own lives for the nobles in the north?" The steward who lived in Tarakhan City most of the time sneered, "We promoted development back then because the earl needed his subordinates to seal the title. The vassal. Now the subordinate vassals are enough. The new earl cares about his control over the territory and the prosperity of the territory. As for those guys who want to rely on the development to go up... If you have the ability, you can deal with the big devil yourself. Head, if they can deal with it, the earl will not begrudge the reward and canonization, but if they can't deal with the big devil themselves, then don't say anything!"

"Don't the churches care?"

"It's not easy to manage. We don't have a strong church here. Even if we reluctantly organize a crusade team, they can escape even if they can't beat them. The masters of the church can't always be stationed in the barren and impoverished north." The person who broke the news The steward sighed and said, "After all, we were too big to take care of before. Even if there is no such big devil, sooner or later, other troubles will arise."

"Okay, don't talk about the unhappy ones, let's talk about the happy ones. Not far in front is the Henry Baud Manor, where good wine can be produced. When we get there, I'll treat you, let's go and have a good meal!"

"Okay! It's been a hard journey, and only wine can make me feel a little warmer."

The panda's ears twitched slightly, and he could hear the distant voice clearly, and couldn't help but smile.

When it was getting late, they came to Henry Baud Manor, which is famous for its cider production. The steward bought a few barrels from the businessman he knew well, everyone who had leisure went to drink, and the panda came to the tavern.

There were only four or five people sitting and drinking in the tavern, and only one or two of them were armed. It could be seen that there were not many adventurers here.

Panda came to the counter and put down a gold coin: "Please drink."

The fat bartender looked at the gold coin in surprise and replied, "Even cider won't take that much."

"Use the rest to buy some news." Panda replied, "Is there anything worth mentioning? Tell me about it in detail."

The bartender smiled - this gold coin was deducted for each of the guests present, and there was still a lot left. For him, it was a good extra.

He took out bottles and glasses from under the counter, filled each glass with fragrant cider, then called everyone to come get a glass, and waited until the guests smiled and thanked and took away the glasses before putting away the bottles. , and said to the panda, "Mr. forthright, what do you want to know?"

"I'm a paladin, let's start with ghosts and such," Panda said.

The bartender thought for a while and said, "A few years ago, the old baron's old courtyard on the north side of the manor used to be haunted. But a few months ago, a few strange adventurers came to clean up the ghosts over there. It's gone - there's no haunting news here now."

Panda was stunned for a moment and asked, "A strange adventurer?"

"Yeah, they are of different races, but they seem to have a good relationship. They don't drink alcohol, and they don't seem to have much experience in messing around, but they are really good at their hands. They have dealt with a lot of troubles and collected money. It's not expensive, and he speaks very politely, just like a priest from a church." The bartender said with a smile.

Panda laughed too - after thinking about it carefully, you can understand that the people who fit the description of the bartender, besides the traversers, who else can they be?