Chapter 124 – 121 Carton Village
After passing through Maestig village with heart-rending highland scenery, Hwan-in retraced the way he had come and entered the road to Carton Village.
The weather was clear and it was a comfortable journey with no wild animals, beasts, or monsters appearing.
If there is one problem,
= Ah…… Another fork in the road.=
“…….”
That the fork in the road keeps coming out.
It’s okay if there is a sign on the road to Carton Village or a fork in the road that splits clearly, but whenever there is a fork in the shape of a Y like now, it’s quite embarrassing.
“You should have asked for directions before leaving Maestig.”
=Wouldn’t it be better to go back now?=
A situation where you have already encountered the third signless crossroads.
“You don’t have to. From now on, we will move on foot.”
Hwanin, who got off the back of the emergency rations, untied the luggage and travel bag tied to the saddle, and patted the neck of the emergency rations.
“Fly through the sky and chase me. Then, when you see the village, come down and let me know. Can you do it?”
Quet!
The emergency rations, which responded vigorously to Hwanin’s instructions, fly up into the sky after making a run.
Issilite exclaimed at the cute figure like a flying sparrow.
=There was also a way to look at emergency food from the sky.=
The Ganin Plain, which I am walking on now, is a plain that divides the Roatings Jungle into east and west, and is about 300 km wide from side to side.
300 km.
If you look at the numbers alone, it’s huge. The average width of Korea from east to west is about 270 km.
However, this place is not comparable to Korea and Earth.
The plains of Ganin are a flat grassland area worthy of the name that stretches over 300 km, and the weather is clear without smog or fog.
They are currently moving along the center of the plain, so if you have emergency food eyesight, you can see most of the plain of Ganin even if you look at it from a height of about 1km from the ground.
You won’t miss Carton Village.
After Isilite got off Kurti’s back, she received her travel bag from Hwanin and put it on her saddle, she said.
=Master, take the Kurti.=
“If I ride on Kurti’s back alone, the emergency rations will vomit. But if the two of us ride together and carry my bag, it will put a lot of pressure on Kurti.”
Better to walk.
= Then I will walk too. The master is walking, but I, a maid, can’t ride comfortably.=
“Okay.”
Reminded of the fable of the donkey being sold, Hwanin laughed and chose the one that was believed to be more frequented by people.
Three days after that.
As Isilite followed Hwanin, she was surprised by his eyes once again.
‘Is the master good at tracking?’
No matter how many times they moved along unsigned forks, every sign that appeared from time to time indicated the remaining distance to Carton Village.
Even if that wasn’t the case, if you ask the peddlers coming from the other side, travelers, adventurers or explorers, and sometimes people who seem to be mercenaries, they will all give you a definite answer that the way to Carton Village is the right one.
Isilite couldn’t contain her curiosity and she asked.
=How did Master know that this road led to Carton Village?=
“There must be many villages between Wayford and Carton. What is the destination of the people who came out of the village?”
= I guess…… Is it a city or a town?=
“Okay. Relatively few people move from one village to another. What will happen when there are so many passers-by?”
= Um…….=
Isilite, who was reflecting on the words of her phantom, said with one face.
= Length…… Does it widen?=
“When people walk the same road, a road is created. When many people pass through the road, the road widens. Unless we are going to a village, it means that if there is a fork in the road, we will not fail if we choose a place that is wider or has more footprints.”
But that wasn’t perfect, so Isilite nodded frantically with her mouth slightly open at the explanation that they sent the emergency rations into the sky.
It is a simple logic that where people go, there are roads. However, it is difficult to think of such principles in a timely manner and put them into practice.
‘Is that wisdom?’
Isilite stared blankly at the back of Hwanin, who was walking two steps ahead.
The perfect owner who is strong, handsome, good at night, has good luck with money, is smart, and even has a soul mate.
In her eyes looking at Hwanin’s back, her feelings of love were blooming, but neither her Hwanin nor Ishilite noticed it.
= Uh…….=
A skilled guard with 5 years of service in Carton Village was momentarily taken aback by the sight of the two men and women standing in front of him.
One of them rides a green Que that has no aura but is equipped with nice looking gear. However, the other side is a plain, unequipped straw-colored Que, and is a warrior with a clear aura.
I thought that a man and a woman would have to change Kue, but since this was not the case at all, the guard, who hesitated for a moment, asked the woman for a pass.
In this case, the one who rode the straw-colored Que was the lower rank.
=If you have a pass, please submit it.=
= I don’t have a pass, but I do have an ID. Here, I got it from Wayford.=
= Confirmed……. Who is that?=
=You are the owner.=
Issilite not going to ask my master for an ID? I looked at him gently, but ignored the guard and asked Hwanin for his ID.
“Here it is.”
= Confirmed. The toll is 4 Dong with up to two Que.=
After showing the ID card issued in Wayford and paying the toll, Hwanin entered Carton Village and heard Isilite muttering behind him.
= The guards don’t notice. How are you going to have a social life…….=
“It’s not about noticing, but being faithful to one’s duty.”
=But the owner…… That’s right. =
“If I had cared about that, I would have been acquainted with Aldgin Vere of Wayford by now. Or followed Lessim.”
=…… Really? No, since he’s the owner, it seems like it’s only natural.=
As Isilite nodded her head in question, Hwanin walked along the busy boulevard, looking for an inn worth staying at.
The village of Carton was larger than the village of Lehill.
Although Lechil had to run away after less than half a day of visiting, the fact can be inferred from the number of people passing through the roads.
Caravans and traveling wagons that come and go in large numbers.
People who appear to be adventurers or explorers armed with weapons and armor.
Various shops and stalls lined up on the left and right of the eight-lane road.
The people passing by to participate in the grand festival of the Farghists, and the townsfolk who are intent on doing business targeting such people.
Hwanin, who was looking at the neat exterior of the building along the main street with two- and three-story buildings with triangular roofs, looked forward.
The main road remains the same, but irregular crossroads appear and the road extends in all directions.
=It’s a bit complicated town.=
It’s complicated, but I didn’t feel stuffy because I saw a lot of green in the village.
Trees were planted here and there, and vines were wrapped around the exterior walls of not a few buildings, so it was a landscape similar to a scenic rural city on Earth.
“Okay. Anyway, it seems difficult to find an inn to stay.”
All the places that looked like inns along the main street were crowded with people.
Looking at the number of people coming and going even at the corner of the street, it is easy to guess that the accommodations are saturated.
After thinking for a while, Hwanin spoke to an Indonian man who was walking on the sidewalk next to him, who was well-groomed and his clothes were luxurious enough to contrast with the people around him, but his expression was relaxed.
“Excuse me for a moment.”
= Huh? Downpour……. What are you doing?=
“Nice to meet you. Here, it’s my first time in Carton Village, so I’m looking for a place to rest, but it’s hard to find such a place. Could you share your wisdom?”
An Indon man resembling a flower pig looked at the man who spoke to him and the woman who seemed to be accompanying him, and his eyes showed a difference.
The man had no aura, but something innate was felt in the aura. Even if he wasn’t riding Que, he felt that the woman next to him was inferior to him.
= Did you! If you are going to participate in the great Farghist festival…… ?=
“This is the road to Farhist with both hands and feet.”
= Also. Even if it’s not, there are a lot of travelers who head to farhist every year around this time. So it’s time for the lodging industry to scream for joy. Maybe the inn you like will have no empty rooms.=
“Is that so.”
The leadern man glanced at the green Que on which Hwanin rode and smiled.
= But if you stay at a low-level inn, you will have problems. If you don’t mind, how about staying at our house.=
“I’m afraid it might be a nuisance.”
= Lungs. Such a pitiful word. Wouldn’t it be an incomparable pleasure for people like us to be able to invite a precious person with an unexpected connection to our home? Come on, please don’t hesitate.=
“Then I will not decline.”
Hwanin got off the back of the emergency rations and introduced himself while shaking hands with the leadern man.
“I am a Hwanin who is on a journey to lead the Tribal Union. This is Isilite.”
= Isilite. I’m not enough, but I’m serving my master.=
=Uh, my name is Kantwyi, who runs a small farm outside.=
The job is not an escort, but a maid? Kantwie widened his eyes and shook hands with Isilite.
This, as expected, might be an old family member from a distant city who is traveling.
Thinking so, Kantwi invited Hwanin and Isilite to his house.
Kantwi, whom Hwanin talked to after seeing his appearance, clothes, and attitude, was one of Carton’s retainers.
When Carton was still a village, the person who became Kantwi’s great-grandfather gathered all the land, people, and goods as a natural merchant to lay the groundwork to grow into a village, and naturally became a local maintainer and has been passed down from generation to generation.
=This is my home.=
Such Kantwi’s house was built on the edge of a hill, which could be called the center of the village.
Moreover, as if his words of enjoying a relationship were not false, there were four more guests in the mansion who came before Hwanin.
Since the guests were gathered in the tree garden in front of the main building, I briefly exchanged greetings with them.
= Nice to meet you. My name is Luarda, from the Fraver side. A family of lake gulls.=
The Loire, a group of birds with white feathers closer to humans than birds.
= This is Munder. I am a eater staying for a while thanks to Mr. Kantwy’s consideration.=
=…….=
A gray mole family, Ineon Mundeo, a reticent Inung man who did not reveal his name.
=This is Asen.=
Asen, an Inho woman who inherited the blood of a white fox.
All four of them were professionals, and had an aura of concentration comparable to that of Isilite.
“I am Hwanin. This is Isilite, my escort and maid.”
The four guests of Kantwey were very interested in Hwanin.
Rather than being interested in Hwanin’s race, he paid attention to the fact that he had a green Que with an unemployed person as his escort.
Away from their gaze, Isilithe, who was guided to the stable by the butler on Kantwie and was about to put her emergency rations and kurti there, gave a troubled look.
Que~! Quet!
With her emergency rations in a defiant manner, Isilite’s beak tugged at the bridle she was holding, violently revealing her refusal to enter the stable.
[Flower Pig]
