I Shall Survive Using Potions!

As soon as I decided on the horse, I left straight for the west.

I was wondering if this could happen in the item box. In case of a sudden escape, food is in the water, blankets in the tent, weapons protective equipment in the cooking tools, water buckets in the leaves and everything is stuck in.

Roland and Francet, four close guards, followed desperately. What are you going to do with the food and everything else......

For that, the other three of the Kingsguards are acting differently?

The horse chose the six-year-old stallion's white hair as a result of the interview. Eyes are black. Would it be about 22-29 years old when converted into humans? Although the human conversion of the horse's age is difficult to understand due to various theories.

I chose this age because I avoided being too young and inexperienced, avoiding the age of getting old and fading, and being somewhat impossible. And with a healthy, bright personality.

It seemed like a horse who was cut with a sword in the village and was quite seriously wounded, and it was also a high point that loyalty seemed to be high because he was helped where he thought it was no longer possible.

White is easily discovered by the enemy because it stands out, but this time it was convenient to reject it because it will probably need to be 'noticeable'.

Since some of the eighteen horses were horses, the "favorite daughter" part of the condition was changed to "favorite stallion" and selected under the same condition, but only the stallion happened to be the one best suited to the selection criteria.

For the time being, Francette adjusted the outline, etc. for me. Because it would be difficult if the horse were to fall. Essentially, the horse was really 'something for the cowl not to fall off' because the cowl would not use the horse to control the horse, but would have it all move at the instruction of conversation.

Without the kids, and if you don't mind the Rolands who are following you on their own, a caorle that doesn't need to worry about luggage will hopefully be able to run fast on its own anyway.

To do this, the most important issue is that the amateur, Caorle, does not fall. I don't need to be able to move freely, so I tied it to the saddle, but I didn't mind. However, it is rejected because it actually seems quite tight and because it will look eye-catching. As a result, it ended up being a normal riding position.

From the satellite city of Nicosia, Caorle continues in a southwesterly direction using a detour to join the streets to the west rather than in the direction of the King's Capital in the south. And the royal palace forces who maintain a position to escort Caorle in the rear. The royal palace forces were struggling to fit together because Ed, a horse with a caorle, runs too freely. For this reason, it was gratifying for them to see the fatigue of the caorle and the plethora of breaks, mainly at the convenience of the buttocks and hip.

But what does the Royal Palace intend to do with the necessary supplies, such as food, water, and camping equipment for leaves? I can't catch up with it loaded in the carriage. Also, no matter how many caorles are amateurs, you can keep up with horseback riding loaded with luggage beyond perfect will-to-communicate with horses. If Caorle were to stay in towns and villages, there would be no major problem, but if he were going to camp, the matter of supplies for the royal palace power would be a real problem. You get supplies first to go?

Caorle was concerned about those things, but unlike the last time he decided to accompany him from the beginning, this time Caorle's actions were opposed, and all cooperation was refused, which was Caorle's sole action. Even if someone happens to be acting close by on their own, they don't have an in-laws to split the supplies. Caorle shows sincerity to those within him or who help him, but was cold to the hostiles and those who harass him.

In fact, the royal palace forces who didn't know about the Caorle item box never thought Caorle would camp. I thought he was raised by nobles from other countries, and because he's a bare hand with no luggage. During the previous operation, Caorle slept in a carriage, and all meals, etc. were taken care of by the Kingsguard and Francet.

It was only a few more hours before they tasted despair.

"Dear Roland, Lord Caorle is not stopping by this town either. There are no towns or villages ahead for a while..."

One of the Kingsguards reported to Roland.

"Uh-huh... Wouldn't Caorle know that?

"No, Mr. Caorle had a proper map. You also knew how to see the map…"

Francette denies the words of Roland.

In less than an hour it will begin to darken.

Confusion spreads to everyone, but there's nothing I can do. I just had to follow you.

"Ed, it's time to get some rest today"

"Okay, lady."

To Caorle's words, slow down and walk slowly, Ed.

"Look, let's go from there into the woods a little bit and make a place to sleep where we can't see from the streets"

And Ed and Caorle take off the streets and divide into the woods.

"Ro, Dear Roland..."

"Oh, sounds like a camp..."

"Duh, what shall we do?"

"I don't care what you say..."

Eventually, four Kingsguards returned to the town they had just passed, preparing water and food, leaves and blankets, etc. Horses in particular needed a large amount of water, and although four horses were fed enough to drink in town, it was difficult to carry supplies to the camp.

Fortunately there was a town nearby this time, but if it were to be camped in a place where there was no town or village......

No, before that, what is Caorle doing with nothing?

I couldn't even go for a peek at Caorle's bedroom, and Roland was thinking.

By then, Caorle was enjoying dinner with Ed.

Caorle is a warm meal previously made and stocked more in the kitchen of the workshop.

And Ed, after eating the leaves, ecstatic about the corn, carrots, apples and squared sugar that Caorle had removed from the item box.

Square sugar was created with the ability to make chemicals. 'A chemical to replenish sugar, of the same flavour, appearance and ingredients as square sugar'.

"Wow, lady! You did what I promised! We'll do our best tomorrow!

'Nice to meet you. Oh, drink this.' Cause I can get tired. '

Oh, thank you.

Sprinkling demons, beasts and insect shelter pills around him, Caorle slept well in bed.

Yes, the example Baron's bed, it was a long time ago.

The next morning.

A refreshing awakening caorle and Ed.

Each enjoyed breakfast, picked flowers and left cheerfully.

A row of more and more awakening lorands.

Sleeping shifts in preparation for warcraft and beasts, eaten by mosquitoes, and bodies slept with a single blanket are sore all over strong tension. Yesterday's dinner was a skewer from a chilled stall, and this morning it was sturdy bread.

One blanket is limited because it will be luggage. Except if you throw it away every time and buy it back in a nearby town.

Seeing the Caorles depart, he rushes after them.

"Dear Roland, are you getting any faster?

Fransette told me to notice, but it's certainly faster than yesterday.

"... improved?

Yes, it was improving.

The buttocks and hip were healed with potions and strengthened just in case.

And he was being coached by the horse on board himself.

"Let your hips float a little more. Yeah, like that. Take a rhythm with my body shaking, yeah... Oh, tighten your knees a little harder..., yeah, like that '

Advice from both sides on the skills of the knights on me so far and making it easier for me to run. It is decided to improve.

Ed was also originally an elite who was specially given slightly more water in the midst of suffering from water shortages and was chosen as an advance party. On top of that, the caorle is light. Not so much compared to the Rolands. Compared to putting an adult boy with a sword on him in armor, the empty load was the same.

And a recovery potion to drink with the caorle at rest.

The Rolands, loaded with some water, food and camping equipment, were beginning to find it harder to keep up with Ed.

"Dear Roland, it's not good! It will be gradually pulled apart as it is!

"But I can temporarily force you to increase your speed, but then your horse's fatigue will rapidly increase and you'll do your best! I didn't even give you enough water!

"That being said, it wouldn't make sense if we were pulled away now!

Though he managed to outpace himself that day, the pace was clearly higher in the evening than in the morning. As it is, tomorrow is dangerous. Francet suggested that Roland was in trouble.

"Dear Roland, let us divide the escort into two hands. One will camp near the Caorles, and the next day we will fly together and eat until noon. The other one precedes half a day during the night before, sleeping late but rests as it were until noon the next day. Take over from the morning escort team after noon and eat until evening. The morning team proceeded slowly and took over the escort when they reached the camp, with the preceding team starting again at night. I repeat this."

"To the point! That's a good idea. So, how do you divide it?

"Yes, Lord Roland and I would be good to camp on the side at night. Something is likely to happen at night, and I was wondering if it would be more convenient for me to be in command, Lord Roland, and his immediate escort, and the same woman as Mr. Caorle. It will also meet the two of us and the Kingsguard, both militarily."

Francette thought with a twist in her heart.

It was angels or goddesses who blew this wonderful suggestion into my own head.