Because of the rotation of imperial soldiers and horses, the caravan actually left the border of Byron country a day earlier.
During these three days, there was no big trouble because they were careful.
And the army of Byron country also deliberately avoided far away from the past.
Therefore, the whole caravan of that kind of depressing atmosphere also after leaving Byron became loose, after all, they know that Saladin's army invasion has nothing to do with them.
In this gradually somewhat joyful atmosphere, the baron was the only one whose face was still emotionless.
The time gradually had reached late afternoon, and the sun began to slant in the west.
The baron who was walking in front waved his hand to make the caravan stop, at this moment there was already a long distance from the Byron border.
Freya pulled the travelling warhorse to look around left and right, she found that apart from a straight road under her feet, there was nothing in the entire grassland.
In front, at the baron's gesture, everyone dismounted and took out some iron pots and bowls and other cooking utensils from the wagon, looking like they were about to prepare a fire for cooking.
To know, in these three days, apart from rushing and sleeping, the whole caravan of people were solving the food problem on the horse, no one could stand it.
Now that they were out of danger, they would be able to have a rare hot meal!
With a happy face, Eric pulled out a piece of marinated meat from the wagon containing food and handed it to one of his personal guards to put it in a pot to stew on.
This seemingly extravagant behaviour was actually not excessive for the caravan.
It was also unknown how the Baron and Darmstine managed to do it, after the two of them went around the town, the empty wagons they pulled over were almost all filled with various kinds of food, and the entire caravan was the heaviest except for the wagons with belongings.
"Maybe it was a straight up robbery!" Freya guessed with some curiosity.
Jumping off the warhorse and standing on the soft grass, Freya tilted her head up to look at the sky, blue and without a single cloud.
A gust of breeze blew on her, carrying a faint scent of grass, warm and comfortable.
Not long after, under the efforts of the crowd, the smell of meat gradually came out from the pot.
Freya walked over to the Baron who was frowning at the map and gently said.
"Father, we are considered to have reached Salko territory, right?"
Hearing Freya's question, the Baron nodded and said, "Well, we are theoretically in Salko, but this is the Salko Grassland between Salko and Byron, and it actually belongs to the three unregulated zones between the two countries."
"Three unregulated zones? Why?" Freya looked around the picturesque grassland with slight curiosity, she knew that the so-called unregulated zone was a place where no one managed to breed robbers and criminals everywhere.
Baron smiled, put away the map in his hand, pointed to the grass under her feet and said: "Because the land here is not feasible for either planting or grazing, look, the grass here is called Poisonous Star Grass, it is a special poisonous grass that grows in saline and alkaline land, it has no value at all except for being used as firewood to burn, and the Xike grassland is full of this kind of stuff, it is inevitable to become an unregulated zone. is inevitable."
"Poisonous? ... "Freya looked at the tender green grass, if it was really poisonous, wouldn't the entire grassland be a place where nothing could survive?
Seeing his daughter's expression, the Baron touched her hair and said, "Don't worry, if not consumed these grasses are not any problem, and we can't stay here for much longer, if there are no other factors then we can arrive at Qi'er City in three days at the most, and after supplying some things we can take a boat!"
Freya frowned slightly, the other factors the Baron was talking about were nothing more than bandits and things like that, but I'm afraid that there isn't a single strong person who can be a bandit, and that's not really a very important factor for the strength of the entire caravan.
"By the way father, I heard that the Rudin Kingdom where my sister lives is a completely different country from Byron?" Freya asked casually.
She had also flipped through some information about the country of Rudin in the castle's library before, and the one with the most power in that country wasn't the royal family, but rather a council similar to the one made up of many people in high positions to rule the entire country together, which was also divided into many factions.
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"Yes, I have been there once after your sister got married, the humanistic quality of that country is much better than Byron, and it is run by multiple people, except for the dang disputes that are more powerful, everything else is fine."
"So good... "Freya was slightly curious, after all, the Rudin Kingdom might be the place where she would all have to survive in the future.
In the distance, between their conversations, the broth had already been cooked, and Howard was trying to stand up with a pale face.
This original bear-like man, in the recuperation escape between almost a whole circle of thin, but, good thing that his injuries did not leave too much after-effects, at the moment with the body increasingly better and better also want to practise a little bit of urgency to restore the movement of the body.
Smiling at Howard's trembling appearance, the Baron rarely showed a trace of smile, holding over her hand and said.
"Come on, let's go eat!"
"Hmm!"
Lunch was not sumptuous, but it was good enough for the crowd.
Freya finished the bowl of broth in her hand, and after a few more bites of bread touched her slightly bulging belly, already feeling full.
The others hadn't finished eating yet, so she put down her bowl, got up and walked to the back door of the wagon, drew the crossed swords at her waist, and swung them gently twice.
Two silver scratches flashed through the air.
Looking at the marks she caused, Freya took a deep breath, and the cross in her hand violently stabbed forward then upwards.
The swiftness caused the air to make two slight 'boing boing' sounds.
The sword art of stabbing she had practised every day, perhaps because she was still in the developmental stage herself, she felt that her physical fitness was still slowly but surely increasing.
The silk chi sense in her chest had also gained some noticeable flexibility from the exercise during this period, as if it possessed intelligence, and could be transferred to every part of her body as Fleta needed it.
The environment of the Sike Grassland was very good, except for the Baron's comment that all these grasses carried toxicity which made her a little uncomfortable.
Taking a deep breath and exhaling slightly, Freya slid her crossed swords back into their scabbards.
After a brief practice of stabbing the sword, the group was also packing up their tools and preparing to leave.
This time she didn't choose to ride a horse, instead, she returned to the carriage again, looking at the endless beautiful grassland, her body leaning back in the carriage, the breeze blew the tips of her hair, and she was a little too lazy to tidy it up, the whole person swayed with the swaying of the carriage, looking cosy and peaceful.
The sun gradually sloped to the west, and the sky slowly dimmed.
Frya, who had fallen asleep without realising it, opened her eyes and found that it was already close to evening time.
The carriage was still moving forward, Freya rubbed her eyes and could vaguely see her father in front of her saying something to Eric who was walking side by side with him.
She was a little bored thinking about the road ahead.
As time passed the sky had all but darkened, and in a trance, as the carriage travelled, a nail-cap sized point of light actually surfaced underneath the wheels, like fireflies.
"This is?" She looked at the floating points of light and reached out her palm to gently catch one.
Hurtingly, she discovered that it wasn't a bug or anything like that, but a single rice-sized plant seed, which was emitting a faint blue light at the moment, but it slowly went out again a moment later.
With curiosity, Freya gently pinched it, and the dimmed seeds once again lit up, amazingly.
"It actually glows by squeezing?"
After playing with that magical glowing seed for a while, Freya casually threw it out.
Just as she wanted to find a comfortable place to lie down for a while longer, a subtle sound of steel colliding came steeply from the front.
A faint smell of blood blew into her nostrils along the breeze.
"There's a situation... "Freya's originally sleepy face was swept away as she shouted out to the crony driving this carriage of hers, "Reiner! Tell father to tell everyone to stop! There's the smell of blood!"