Boer found no abnormalities when the carriage entered the Sika Lottery.

In the end, he can only attribute it to his lack of sensitivity.

He determined that Qin Ran must have discovered something.

Then he temporarily threw the idea behind his mind, because a team of cavalry came to their carriage.

This is a cavalry team of fifty people, wearing metal breastplate, carrying a mezzanine, a long sword, and a crossbow arrow on one side of the saddle. They are almost fully armed and murderous.

On the breastplate is the long sword emblem belonging to Viscount Sika, and above it is the blood-stained long sword emblem of the Temple of War.

Viscount Sika is a devout believer in the Temple of War, and his family emblem is naturally under the Temple of War emblem.

"Good morning sir."

The leading cavalry greeted Boer very politely, and his eyes were on the bodyguard Ashcano and the roof of the car. The prisoners were both vigilant and envious.

Bewareness comes from combat.

Envy also comes from combat.

Fighting makes us strong and rich, but it also brings death. People in Beilu remember this famous saying in the Temple of War.

"Good morning, sir."

Boer pushed open the door of the carriage and walked down, without taking off the fur, but clenched his fist with his right hand and gently tapped his chest.

The etiquette of the Temple of War reduced the vigilance in the eyes of the cavalry leader, and when Boer took out his identity certificates, the bodyguard and Qin Ran, the other party's expression completely eased.

Then, when Boer took out a wine pot and handed it to the other party, a smile appeared on the other party's face.

“Homemade wine from Moorsa.”

Boer smiled.

“Fur and wine, the best in Moorsa!”

The cavalry leader smiled, and then the leader lowered his voice and said, "Sika leader has not been peaceful recently. There are always some guys who want to find trouble. Try to get into the town during the day. When you enter the city, you will say that they are Carl's friends, and they will give you the courtesy you deserve."

"Thank you, Lord Carl."

Boer hammered his chest again, and a small bag of coins slid out of the cuffs and hung them on the saddle of the cavalry leader without any trace.

The other party smiled and replied, and after slapped his chest, the cavalry team continued to go in the direction of the carriage.

Boer watched the cavalry leave before returning to the carriage.

"Thanks to Father Mo, if he hadn't given me a few more ID certificates, we would have been in trouble just now."

"The cavalry led by Sika will not be dispatched at will, something must have happened around him."

Boer whispered, then looked at Qin Ran.

Boer believes that Qin Ran should know about this.

After all, this "Fire Demon" discovered something before.

As for them, they fought against the robbers and led out the cavalry led by Sika?

Don't joke.

If that were true, the cavalry team just now wouldn't be so polite.

Facing Boer's gaze, Qin Ran took up the teacup indifferently.

Qin Ran had some guesses about what happened.

But, he wouldn't tell Boer.

Or anyone.

When it comes to matters involving gods, you just need to think about it. Any words should be buried in your heart. That is the safest choice, isn’t it?

And face the gods?

Not needed for the time being.

Now, what he needs is more information.

What's more, his best, most cost-effective, fearless of death, and the best adaptable subordinate has already "contacted" with the other party. Qin Ran believes that he will soon have some news.

Qin Ran didn't say it, and Boer didn't dare to ask.

“We continue on the road.”

“Start up!”

Boer patted the window behind him and emphasized.

"Okay, Mr. Boer."

"We will arrive at Sika before sunset, and then, I will go to the Temple of War and write to Lao Mo, sending him the extra income this time. He should be able to change into a new leather jacket and stock up on more meat."

Ashcano said.

Then, the carriage moved forward significantly faster.

Father Mona, Ashcano's adoptive father, the priest of the Temple of War on the Border, the only clergyman in the Border Moorsa recognized by the Temple of War on the Atantino, is a very good old man.

Qin Ran once heard Boer talk about it.

According to Boer's words, he had received a lot of help from the other party, not only the powerful bodyguard Ashcano, but also some early guidance.

Of course, those proofs of identity are also included.

In Hokuriku, nothing is better than the identity proof of the Temple of War.

Even Atantine's royal family is not as good as the Temple of War, let alone the various lords.

The identity certificates of each lord can be passed through various territories, but if you want to leave the territories, you need to be cautious. It is best not to choose to go to a hostile and poor relationship territory.

Because that would only cause trouble.

Boer had long anticipated this, and through the relationship between Father Mona, he got the identity certificate of the Temple of War. To be on the safe side, Boer prepared several more copies.

Qin Ran took his ID from Boer.

There is no photo, but another portrait similar to a sketch. The following is the name and a simple description: Colin, a young man, with black hair and black eyes.

The portrait is Boer rushing to work.

The painting skills are very good, and they cannot be said to be vivid, and they are basically in line with Qin Ran's current appearance.

"Your Excellency Colin, you'd better take it with you."

"The identity investigation here is even stricter than imagined. Although God has temporarily restrained his eyes, we should continue to look at the evil in the world for God. The believers of the Temple of War and the Lady of Disaster have implemented this in their practice."

"I also need lords from all over the world, and that's the same."

"After all, they don't want anything strange in their territory."

Boer reminded Qin Ran, and then, he clamped several charcoal blocks into the stove again.

The northern continent is very cold in winter, especially on the borders of Molsa, Sika and the royal capital Atantinople. If you can choose, most of the nobles will go to Livia to spend the winter, including the royal family.

However, this year is not possible.

Because, the ‘decree’ just issued by Atantine VI.

Qin Ran leaned into the seat and tried to listen to Boer's description in a comfortable position.

He discovered that the reason why Boer was able to get along with his lawlessness was definitely because both of them had the same traits: talkative.

Lawlessness belongs to the obvious kind of thing, and you can talk about it all the time there.

Boer is hidden, keeping silent in the huge city, and cannot be restrained once he enters the dungeon world.

This moment is no exception.

As the carriage moved forward and sat in the warm carriage, Boer's story never stopped.

"After the 'black disaster' ravage, strange things in the entire Beilu became more common. When I first entered here, I encountered murmurs constantly in my ears. Whether it was day or night, I could guarantee that it was not an hallucination or ghost, but I couldn't figure out what it was. I had insomnia for three consecutive days, and finally entered the Temple of the God of War to find Father Mo. With the help of the priest, I got rid of the predicament. Lord Colin, do you know what it is?"

"Also, at the border Mursa, the first time I followed the caravan through the border line, I heard the murmur in my ears again when camping at night, which was more obvious than before. Fortunately, I brought the 'blessing talisman' given by Father Mona. That night I held the talisman tightly. By dawn, the murmur disappeared, and the whole caravan, except me, disappeared. They threw all the goods and disappeared."

"And, and…"

Boer's story continues.

Among them, the "blessing talisman" given by Father Mona appears quite frequently.

Even, he plays the role of a life-saving prop every time, which makes Qin Ran curious.

"Can I see that talisman?"

Qin Ran asked.

"sure."

Boer did not refuse and took out the talisman.

It was a pebble the size of a palm with many lines drawn on it. It was difficult for you to tell what these lines formed, which were mixed, but had certain rules.

And, it's not ugly.
To be continued...