After travelling for about fifteen minutes, the shadows of a handful of houses gradually appeared on the originally sparsely populated road.
Occasionally, one or two ordinary people wearing linen clothes or hunters carrying simple bows and arrows and hunting clips were encountered, and these passers-by showed a slight hint of vigilance and fear towards the caravan with weapons and leather armour.
Apparently the people here were not easy to talk to.
Without caring about their looks, the caravan soon marched into the town's boundaries.
The carriages and warhorses were secured in a forest outside the town.
Most of the people dismounted their warhorses for a short rest, feeding some black beans to the warhorses that had been running all day.
Freya and Eric also got off the carriage, although they were sitting in the carriage they were also a bit tired.
After a little activity, Freya looked out at the town not far away.
From a distance, the area of the town is not large, rather than calling it a town, it would be more graphic to call it a larger village, the brown-coloured wooden houses are neatly arranged on both sides of the street, because of the rain, the ground looks wet being occasionally stepped on by the people who walk by to make it look muddy.
Some people dressed in ordinary linen clothes walked vaguely through the town.
The baron casually handed the bag containing black beans to his guards, and then called out to the people behind him
"Come with me a few people, bring a carriage to the town to exchange some supplies, after resting for an hour we'll set off!"
Several people responded when they heard the baron's voice.
Soon, a carriage was vacated and driven by Darmstine and another crony to the Baron's side.
After jumping directly onto the carriage, the Baron turned to Freya, who was not far away, and barked.
"We'll go to the town to replace the supplies, you stay here to guard the caravan, if there's anything out of the ordinary let Nick send a signal, if it's really troublesome don't worry about it we'll just leave."
"Okay, father!" Freya nodded in understanding.
As one of the two existing Knight-class powerhouses in this team, even though it was still safe now, there was no need to go to the town with the Baron, the convoy had a large amount of belongings in it, so there had to be someone who could hold down the fort to guard the place.
Looking at his understanding daughter, the Baron nodded slightly and let Darmstine drive the carriage in the direction of the town.
Only after the carriage entered the town did Freya turn back, taking out the map she had on her person and checking the route she would take next, calculating the general time it would take to get to the port of Gargoyle.
This world was far larger than the Earth that once was, and according to the Baron, it would take at least three months to travel from Castle Grimm to Dragon Harbour.
In addition to travelling on land in a carriage, since there was also a small country named Salko sandwiched between the Byron and Rudin countries, if one wanted to arrive as soon as possible, one would need to ferry at the harbour there in Salko during that time before arriving at the Megalon harbour.
It is said that the small country of Salko has some connection with the sea race, and some people also rumoured that Salko is the land subsidiary of a certain force of the sea race. And there was also a deep connection with the giant dragon harbour, it was really hard to tell the truth about the authenticity mixed in with these.
"However, in about four days we'll be able to leave the country, so it'll be a bit safer." Freya sighed slightly.
The map in her hand was detailed except within Byron, and the other labelling outside of this circle was very vague, with some extremely far away places directly marked with only dotted lines representing the unknown.
Humanity's exploration of this world was still in a state of darkness, except for the known places, some other areas were unseen.
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And from what Freya knew, a planet was made up of one plate continent no matter how much it changed its surface, but according to the books she had read, apart from the great ocean in the fringe area, humans had yet to even set foot into the vast ocean to discover information about another continent.
This meant that there were still many, many places to discover and learn about.
"I really don't know what those places have?" The bored Freya had some curious reveries.
The Baron had already been gone for a while, the remaining crowd was squeezing in some rest, the pressure of escaping had given all these warriors a sense of tightness, for those commoners who were still unaware of the invasion, perhaps they were still in the midst of their hard work and busyness at this time, thinking about how to better their lives in the future.
Putting away the map in his hands, in the distance Eric was saying something to Howard, who had risen slightly, with a raised eyebrow.
And Freya, who was still in a reasonably good state of mind, walked to the top of the carriage and took out some maintenance oil to wipe her crossed swords.
On a rainy day like this, if you don't take good care of your weapon, it will rust quickly.
As a knight level powerhouse, one attaches great importance to one's weapon, and some ** guys would even treat their weapon as their lifelong companion.
Although Freya's weapon was just an ordinary cross sword, it also needed maintenance.
Freya carefully wiped the Cross Sword with a white cloth, the slight wind blowing against her cheeks.
Suddenly, her face changed slightly and she raised her head, the strong five senses of the Knight-class allowed her to feel a regular striking sound on the ground.
"It seems like the feeling of a large group of horses running..."
A moment later, she jerked straight up and immediately shouted, "All get up, there's a team of horses coming this way!"
Nick and Howard, who were standing in the distance, were the first to react, followed by the other personal guards who hadn't rested for a few minutes yet.
"What horse troop? Sister?" Eric asked, somewhat confused.
"Looks like an army...Nick!" Freya said intently.
Nick, who had been instructed by Freya, quickly ran to the big tree next to him, and his nimble movements allowed him to climb to the highest point in no time.
"Miss! Looking at the flag it seems to be soldiers from the Byron Empire! What do we do!" Nick, who was standing on the tree, yelled out to the bottom.
"Send a signal! Tell father to know!" Freya quickly responded. "Everyone else, hide the weapons and wagon belongings!"
Nick, who heard Freya's order, pulled out a tubular object from his waist and gave it a strong tug, a very faint starlight flickered and slowly rose.
"Can you see how many Imperial soldiers there are, besides being able to identify them?" She frowned slightly to Nick, who had quickly descended from the tree.
"It seems like it's just a small group of about thirty, and by the way, they're all wearing leather armour." Nick analysed.
"Leather armour?" Freya lowered her head in thought.
Everyone followed Freya's instructions and made concealment, pretending to look like an ordinary caravan.
On the road in the distance, a small group of horse figures came quickly, they were extremely fast, the two people in front of them were holding the Byron Empire's military flag, but they were wearing exactly the leather armour that Nick had said they were wearing, not the kind of standard armour that normal imperial soldiers had.
''Maybe it's the front of the Imperial soldiers...serving or something like that.'' Looking at the team of horses that were approaching from afar, Freya guessed.
As Freya's party saw each other, the imperial soldiers also saw them.
"Who are you people!!!" A squad leader-like soldier who rushed at the front pulled the fast running warhorse and asked loudly.