‘I wonder if I could reach that level one day?’

　　This world was fresh and curious to her no matter what it was, whether it was the magical and magical sights or the warriors who were beyond the reach of mortals it filled her with a curious newness about the world.

　　Even she sometimes thought that if she were ever to break away from her father, she might not settle in one place, but travel around to see and seek out places unknown to her that she had not yet visited.

　　Such thoughts were of course not in any condition to be possessed now, but they were buried deep in her heart.

　　After some more random thoughts and seeing that it was already a bit late, she finally got into her tent as well.

　　Two days later.

　　The convoy of six carriages finally walked out of the Xike grassland.

　　The originally endless grassland could already be seen in the distance with low bushes.

　　‘It's going to be out of the grassland soon! We might be able to reach Zilch City this afternoon.’ The baron walking in front shouted to the crowd behind him.

　　At this news, most of them breathed a sigh of relief and their faces revealed smiles.

　　Knowing that in these two days, the big and small bandits they encountered were no less than Yu five or six times, and between two of them, they were still in the middle of a meal, this kind of mood of having to go to battle just halfway through the meal made everyone feel suffocated to the extreme.

　　So much so that when cutting and killing are no mercy, directly to not yet attacked the bandits directly killed to collapse.

　　The number of bandits in the Xike Grassland was something they had seen.

　　And for them to relax the mood, Chabrol's several people are cheering, out of the grassland, Dunleavy is even more repeatedly guaranteed, to reach the city of Qi'er all the expenses of their caravan, Chabrol are all reimbursement.

　　Until the afternoon.

　　Caravan through a forest, in the distance, two huge black bunker appeared in the line of sight.

　　On both sides of the bunkers, there was a high black wall that stretched as far as the eye could see.

　　In the middle of the bunkers was an open white wooden door, and some guards wearing white leather armour were lazily standing on both sides of the door, unconcerned about the vehicles and pedestrians coming and going.

　　‘This is Daziel City?’ Freya looked curiously at the huge city in front of her, and a gust of moist sea breeze made her mood a little more comfortable.

　　‘Well, entering here is the outer city, Daziel City isn't very strict about entering the city, it's just that going out to sea requires a very diverse scrutiny.’ The Baron smiled, clearly having some knowledge of Daziel City.

　　‘If it's a normal person, it might take a week or so, but we have the help of those guys, so it might be faster.’

　　Freya nodded and swept over the white carriages at the back of the caravan, one of the swordsmen went into the city first when they just saw Daziel City, it seemed that they were informing their family to go.

　　The huge convoy of six carriages slowly drove into the city gates, and sure enough, the guards on both sides of the road only glanced at them a little bit before not asking any more questions.

　　Frya raised an eyebrow at this, the guards here didn't look like drunkards by the way they stood and behaved, they actually treated them in the same way even if they were heavily armed, no, it should be said that all the people in this city were more or less the same, there wasn't any sense of crisis, and a calm and peaceful atmosphere prevailed everywhere.

　　This had an inexplicable sense of unreality to Freya who had just come out of the war.

　　The caravan entered the city smoothly.

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　　The flow of people also started to increase, and gradually some houses and shops could be seen around.

　　Daziel city's streets are very clean, as if it is a special person to clean, with the caravan of the road on both sides of the road also more than a variety of stalls, set up some vegetables and fruits and things like that, which sells the most is the strange and bizarre seafood.

　　Such as walking around like looking at different cities, Freya felt that his eyes are not enough, and the other people who just entered the city are also similar to her.

　　Only the Baron and Howard, who had been here before, were still calm.

　　By chance, Freya spotted a particular humanoid creature among the many pedestrians.

　　It was a slender, blue-skinned, tall humanoid creature dressed in ordinary linen, with a face that was no different from an ordinary human's, though there were only two small holes where the ears should be, and below the face, near the neck, were three distinct indentations, while the pupils of the eyes were large.

　　‘This is a Sea Race?’ Freya looked at the man curiously, this was the first time she had seen a non-human intelligent creature.

　　‘Hmm..! This is the Sea People.’ Seeing Freya's expression, the Baron looked like he was not surprised and pointed to the distance.

　　‘Thinking it's rare now, if you stay here for a long time, you'll realise that they're actually no different from ordinary people except for their living habits, and the number of Sea People over in the Noble District is more than the number of humans.’

　　‘Sea people are plentiful here?’ Freya blinked.

　　It seemed that that rumour about Salko being a vassal state of the Sea People wasn't just a rumour.

　　While the two were talking, in the distance, a small group of swordsmen wearing white leather armour rode quickly towards them.

　　They all had a round dockyard-like insignia on their left chests, while the one at the front was the swordsman who had reported earlier, seemingly the escort of the Chabrol family.

　　Dunleavy and the others at the back saw the incoming people, their faces wore joyful colours and waved their hands from an old distance.

　　Ignoring Freya and the others, this group of swordsmen directly drove their horses around their caravan towards the Charbroil carriage at the back.

　　Regarding this somewhat impolite behaviour, the Baron only frowned slightly but didn't say anything.

　　Soon, the three young ladies in the carriage came out of the carriage with tears of joy, and one of the tall and handsome looking swordsmen directly rolled over and dismounted from the horse to quickly hug her and the child in his arms, his face also overflowing with happiness.

　　Freya quietly watched these people get together, wait until the two people's emotions stabilised, Dunleavy who was standing on the side only then narrated something to that swordsman while pointing to the caravan on this side.

　　Following Dunleavy's direction, the swordsman's eyes keenly swept over their party before giving a slight nod of greeting to the Baron at the front of the caravan.

　　The man then turned back and kissed the third young lady before directly turning onto his horse and slowly departing with two carriages again around their caravan, leaving Dunleavy alone there.

　　‘Is this how these people treat their saviours!?’ Freya frowned at the swordsman who had no intention of talking to them, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes.

　　Hearing Freya's words, the Baron shook his head unconcernedly and said, ‘This is to be expected, although we sort of saved them, but we are also considered to be begging for help, and since our identity is of unknown origin, there is no need for them to get too involved with us, this is just a transaction from the beginning to the end that everyone understands.’