I hit a road across the forest.
It is a "mountain path", running east and west on the north side of the volcano.
Here we shall part with the people of the mountains.
Master Daijiji gave me a fine piece of work.
"This is an indication that we are friends of the" Great Oak "clan. Of the mountain people, when you meet other clans, you should show them. There should be no sudden repellence.
Gratefully received.
It's goodbye.
I know that attentive language is something that doesn't come up unexpectedly.
Continue along each other's paths as you look back until you are invisible.
Again, the original three.
No, three and two, huh?
After a while down the mountain road, I ran north and south, to a wide road.
If you walk south of this, you will reach the capital of Gummel territory, the city of "Horse City".
According to Philia's description, the city of Horse City, located east of the volcano and long to the north and south, was, as its name suggests, nothing more than a small town, where the market for horses was originally opened.
As the kingdom entered the north, it became the front line, eventually the base of entry, and remained the military and political centre of Gummel.
Altogether, Caden, an economic city, developed along the north bank of the Tine River, south of the volcano, as a base for sourcing supplies to Horse City.
According to Thousands of Early Days, from here to Horse City, an itinerary of about two days, if not a preacher (monk).
Once on the way, it will be a wild boarding house, but they have something like a rest stop, so it's not a problem.
Walk with that story.
Philia raised her face and then stopped on one side of the road. A traveler came from the other side.
With that, I'll stop by one side, too. Just for not stopping by, Thousand Mornings will go through the inside, one step ahead.
"Hello."
"Beautiful weather.
Exchange greetings. In Japan, it's like walking down a mountain road.
I have heard stories about greeting each other on mountain roads in order to make and receive some impression on each other, thus leaving clues in the event of distress or other circumstances.
Even though security is good, Gummel territory is on the north side of the kingdom. Close to enemy territory, and unforeseen circumstances can occur. Even on the streets, I guess that's what greeting is all about.
In the evening, we reached the resting place.
It is an image of a rural bus stop in Japan. Or a mountain hut.
There are roofs, walls and floors, I can lie down. That kind of place.
If there are bandits and such, wouldn't that be convenient for sniping? I also thought, when I approached him, there was a soldier-like figure. At first, it is reassuring.
"Uncle Gummel is a skilled and passing man." means Philia's description.
"In the first place, there are preachers and clerics." Thousands of mornings add.
If you think about it, even I have two ghosts who don't need sleep. One of these days, more importantly, hunting dogs. Something unforeseen can't happen. Blessed are the people who make it.
Thousand early days, when I opened the rest stop drawer, I had a visitor.
"Sorry to disturb you.
"It's a good evening.
Also, hello.
I stopped by the corner and spent the night.
Though they thought it would be better in the back, Chiharu said, "Because a certain sleeping minister is bad".
I have trouble falling asleep and getting my back fist or kick in. I truly gave you the place.
I need Giraud on alert. … in particular, to caution Hans.
Before the next evening, we arrived in the city of Horse City.
For a military base, it doesn't feel that much protected by bees.
This is how I imagined something like a Western castle, similar to a Japanese fort that appears in a historical drama. There's a moat, dirt walls are served, Marutai's fence...... and other fun.
Outreach, is this more functional?
"I guess because I'm unilaterally unwilling to turn to defense." is a thousand early words.
To the gatekeeper, Philia and Chiharu identify themselves. I could go through without a problem. Clerics and preachers, I guess that's all they have credit for. Note that I am a squire, so I don't have to be told the details.
Even inside, a defensive facility, like the one on the outside, appears repeatedly.
"It's a growing city. Every time it got bigger, they would have set up defensive facilities on the outside.
And this, Philia's thoughts.
There is also a church in the city of Horse City, but Thousands of hours have shown difficulty staying there.
"Wouldn't it be a lot of trouble?" Looking at Phyllia, mouth it.
"Sure, I guess." Philia, too, returns.
After all, is there a problem with staying a follower of another religion?
Fortunately, there is a little room for nostalgia.
I decided to take the inn.