The carriage runs. Towards the main entrance of the west fort.
"Nice! If you don't say anything extra, you can go back to your country. That's when you say goodbye to the world."
Patrick says,
"Ha!
And the merchant says frightened.
"Next!"
A soldier at the gate calls a carriage.
"What's in it?
To the enquiry of the soldiers, a merchant,
"It is wheat, salt and dried meat"
"I'll check inside at once!
"Yes, please"
The merchant thought inside, even if he didn't say it here, he wondered if it would help him if the soldiers found him hiding inside.
"No abnormalities! You can go!
but that pale expectation seems to have been shattered.
Merchants who have no choice but to return to the carriage.
A slow moving carriage.
"All right, later, as appropriate, you three leave the fort with this guy and wait for me at your original location."
"Isn't Ensign dangerous, then?
I said Corporal Mirko.
"One can hide as much as he wants"
"Well, sure."
"And keep an eye out for this guy not to snitch."
Copy that, sir.
All right, here we go.