When Shaoke saw the merchants coming around to express his gratitude, he quickly pulled his cloak down, but these merchants still saw the strange diamond-shaped magic circle in their eyes. Although these merchants had seen many mages, it was the first time that this thing would appear in the eyes of the mage. Although the merchants were surprised and afraid, they still came up to thank the two mages for their help.

Shaoko waved his hand and said it was okay, "You go find the robber leader. He is not dead yet, but he is just injured. Be careful, he has already exploded with fighting spirit."

The merchants heard that the robber leader just now was actually a warrior who had a fighting spirit burst out, and they were all afraid. If there were no help from the two mages this time, even if they had as many guards as the robbers, they would be killed by the robbers. After all, the warrior who had a fighting spirit burst out was not something ordinary warriors could compete with.

When the merchants commanded the guards to clean the battlefield, Shaoke planned to take the female mage away and return to the carriage. After all, some of the robbers on the battlefield were still not dead, and the unlucky body was still burning by flames. However, the female mage rejected Shaoke's suggestion, "Mage Snowy Night, I want to get used to the atmosphere on the battlefield. I heard that after returning to the imperial capital, many mages will be sent to the battlefield to kill the enemy. The situation there must be more tragic than here. I want to adapt first, so as not to be unable to bear it and affect the casting status."

Shaoko looked at the female mage who frowned slightly in front of him in surprise, "Okay, Francis, you are right, but I don't think the military headquarters of the imperial capital will throw a female mage on the cruel battlefield and ignore it. Almost all male mages, libraries, and college tutors on the battlefield are where female mages really stay."

"Master Xueye, are you looking down on us female mages? Why can't we go to the battlefield?" The female mage was a little dissatisfied with the other party's opinion, hoping to get a satisfactory explanation from him.

"There are too few female mages in the entire empire. Those powerful mages will not allow you, such precious strategic resources, to be cruelly killed by the other party. They also hope to let these young and beautiful female mages leave their descendants!" Shaoke closed his cloak, felt the sign in his eyes disappear, and began to carefully observe the situation of the merchants cleaning up the battlefield. The robber leader had been tied up by the guards with iron chains and began to torture the other party with some temporary torture instruments. This time, he did not comply with the agreement.

"Ha! Master Xueye, I didn't expect that you and those mages had the same idea. Should the female mage give birth to a baby for you? It's ridiculous. They can't even satisfy their own money, let alone bear the expenses of another mage?" The female mage's face turned red, and her pale mouth also returned to its original bloody color under the excitement of emotions. The staff in her hand even waved a few times, and she looked very angry.

Shaoke smiled bitterly and thought to himself, "Why do I say these things for? Isn't this feeling uncomfortable? I know that there is a female mage in front of me, why do I still say these things? Although these are all facts, alas!

In order to get rid of the embarrassment, Shaoke invited the female mage to see the defeated's explanation, because he wanted to know exactly what they were doing this time to ignore the constraints of the agreement.

The female mage was a little hesitant. After looking at the guards who were killing the defeated, she said uncomfortable: "Master Xueye, we should be on the carriage! Let them do these lowly jobs! They will tell us the cause of this accident later."

"As you wish." Shaoke actually didn't want to go over and check the situation. The overall situation was settled. Anyway, the merchants would tell him the situation in the end, and he couldn't stand the defeated people's cruelly cut off their heads by the guards and began to wrap them up with snow. But Shaoke also understood the reason why these guards did this. They just acted according to the rules. Besides, whether the injured losers could survive the rescue of kind people here is still a problem. So he did not stop the guards from acting.

The female mage staggered as she walked towards the carriage. Shaoke hesitated and leaned over and grabbed the other party's arm. Although it was separated by thick clothes, Shaoke still felt a sway in his heart. What a soft arm!

The female mage lowered her head suddenly, pulled it hard for several times but failed, and secretly looked at the surrounding situation. She only felt relieved after finding the two guards and noticed them, but she still tried to pull out her arm from the other party's hand. Unfortunately, her strength could not make her break free.

After arriving in the carriage, the female mage said angrily: "Master Xueye, you are quite rude. We are not nobles, we are mages, noble mages. How could you do such a thing without my permission?" It seems that she was quite dissatisfied with Shaoke's random grasp of her arm without her consent.

"Francis, OK! Master Walton, I saw you staggeringly just now, so..." Shaoke had to use a formal title to explain his behavior just now under the glare of the other party. He didn't want the beautiful mage in front of him to ignore him in his future trip.

The female mage glared at Shaoke fiercely and opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't say it after all. She just blushed and lowered her head and stopped talking to the other party.

Just as the two were silent, a businessman outside came to report the news he had just received from the leader's mouth. Shaoko looked at the female mage leaning against the carriage and said, "Francis, you have a good rest first. I'll go down and listen to the news brought by the merchants." After seeing the female mage nodded, he felt relieved. He thought that the killing just now caused the female mage's mental instability. He hoped that the female mage could recover as soon as possible.

After Shaoke took the merchant who came to report the news and left the carriage for a distance, he stood there quietly to signal the merchant in front of him to speak. The merchant licked his chapped lips and looked carefully at the mage who had just killed dozens of people and said carefully: "Dear Master, the leader said that they were wandering here from the south. They are not robbers in this area, so our initial concern can be said to be completely unnecessary."

After listening to the merchant's explanation, Shaoke still asked worriedly: "Does he have any accomplices? If he attacks us at night, it will be dangerous."

"No, he used to be a mercenary, but because he offended a noble, he was abandoned by their regiment commander and could not stay in the south, so he ran here." The merchant slowly let go, and found that the mage in front of him was not so unkind. "We are also unlucky, we are their first prey." After that, he smiled bitterly. If two mages were not on the way together this time, they would probably be them wrapped in the ice and snow.

After sending the merchant away, Shaoke stood quietly in the spot for a while. Although he felt a little sympathized with the mercenary forced by the nobles, he couldn't say what he wanted to plead because the world was cruel and every step forward was a bit dangerous. Now he is still a mage who has just been promoted. If he reaches the third level, he will probably win over it. What will happen at that time is not something he can think of now.

The merchants handled the battlefield and the weapons were picked up, which at least reduced the loss of some money for the merchants. There were no doubt that robbers would like to be interested in these weapons, and then it would be another transaction.

The caravan set off again. Shaoke finally stood beside the coachman and looked at the robbers, including the leader who had been wrapped in ice and snow. He felt uncomfortable. Finally, he sighed and stomped the snow on his feet, and then got into the warm carriage.

After Shaoke came in, he found that the female mage had taken off her cloak, and there was a short portable writing table in front of her. A quill pen was floating alone on a thick stack of paper. What's the writing? The female mage slightly closed her eyes and directed her writing with her mental power. Whenever a piece of paper was full of writing, she temporarily stopped and pulled the paper off and placed it in the small box beside her. Shaoke glanced and found that there were already a stack of papers full of words inside.

After Shaoke took another portable writing table, he took out his "spell casting record" scroll and placed it on the writing table. After fixing the ink bottle, Shaoke released a zero-level spell "The Will of the Mage" to the quill pen. It mainly writes some ordinary letters under the command of the mage's mental power, without injecting mental power or magical text records. The mage who created a magic was unable to write some records normally on the bumpy carriage, so he studied this spell with several like-minded companions.

Once he was involved in magic, Shaoke easily forgot the situation outside, carefully recorded the casting situation during the battle, and carefully considered some of the gains and losses during the period, and summarized what kind of spells should be released after this situation happened. Think about it, I don’t know how long it took for Shaoke to stop. This spell casting battle had a great impact on him, which had to be recorded in detail.

After seeing Shaoke stop writing, the female mage put down the busy things in her hand and asked with envy: "Master Xueye, the words you wrote are very special. How did you come up with such strange symbols? I have tried many times to design a set of symbols for writing. It cannot be completed at all, so I finally had to give up."

Shaoke smiled: "When I first started learning spells, I didn't care at all. I was thinking a lot every day, so I slowly figured it out. Why do you want to learn such symbols?" In fact, Shaoke's worries are redundant. As a mage, everyone knows that everyone's unique records are not allowed to be known. Unless the mage trusts the other party and can deliver his life in the hands of the other party, he will tell the other party that he has created his own symbols.

The female mage glared and said, "I hope you will forget the meaning of these symbols one day, and it depends on what you will do after that. Haha!"

"What are you doing? The 'spoke record' you made yourself? It's very beautiful." Shaoke found that the other party's writing table was placed on the other party's writing table, and a thick sky-blue hard-crust notebook inlaid with copper edges was placed next to it. The female mage carefully glued the papers to it with special magic mucus.

"Well! At least it is much more beautiful than your rough scroll. The 's casting records made by your male mage are so simple and rough." The female mage was busy working again, and she pasted the papers as soon as possible to avoid disrupting the order from being too long.

Shaoke packed up the items on the writing table, placed them in the carry-on skin bag and said, "Have you seen many male mage casting records?"

"Yes! I have seen all the records of the mages guarding the border with me in that small town, and the mages in the towns next to me often come to me, so I have seen them a lot." The female mage answered Shaoke's questions without much thought.

"It seems that you are still very popular, at least on the border." Shaoko's sour answer attracted the other party's soft laughter.

After a battle with the bandits who were not subject to the consent, the caravan that Shaoko and his friends followed finally reached the destination of the caravan after a few days of travel. The mages had to temporarily end the journey. They needed to rest in this larger city for a day and look for merchants walking towards the imperial capital to take a ride.

The merchants enthusiastically drove the carriage belonging to the mages to the hotel where they stayed, and once again expressed their honor. Shaoke took out a universal gold coin from his wallet and paid these merchants as a reward along the way. As for how they allocated, it was not what he considered.

Since there was no use of magic powder used to prevent accidental accidents on the road this time, neither of the mages went to buy it and returned to their own room to work their own affairs. Shaoke continued to meditate on his magic. After all, he had no time to meditate during the day when traveling every day, and only at night. Fortunately, there was free stone liquid to purify the spirit, which made Shaoke feel a little better.

The next day, just dawn, Shaoke and the female mage prepared their carry-on items. After entrusting the shop owner to take care of their salutes, they prepared to look for the mercenary union in the city to see if there were any merchants there to contact them so that they could set off together. In this way, the mages would not hire drivers to drive them, and they would also receive good service on the road, which would reduce their unnecessary troubles this time.

When the two mages got off the carriage and appeared at the door of the mercenary union, they attracted the envy and awe of the mercenaries coming in and out. Many of them were mercenaries seeking life in this city. They knew that they were probably the mages who came down from the border again, and they whispered in a low voice.

Fortunately, the mages are used to this situation, and both of them are wearing cloaks, so they are not so uncomfortable. When Shaoke was about to bring the female mage inside, a middle-aged mercenary came over, lowered his chest with his left hand, and bowed, "Dear Master, do you need to go to the imperial capital? We happened to have a task to escort a caravan to the imperial capital, hoping to be lucky enough to get your joining."

The female mage looked at Shaoke with some differences. She didn't know how the mercenaries in front of her knew that they were going to the imperial capital. Shaoke smiled secretly and put his head in her ear and explained softly: "Dear Miss Francis, as long as they belong to the wizards in the town around the small town where we are, if they need to return to the imperial capital, they have to pass through this city. If they go other roads, they will consume more time."

The female mage was really not used to the other party being so close, especially in the public eye on the street. So she turned her head slightly and glared at Shaoke with a red face. Unfortunately, in Shaoke's opinion, the other party seemed to be acting coquettish. Fortunately, the people around her thought they were discussing and did not arouse people's imagination.

"Can you confirm with me at the union? I still need to know your situation." Shaoke nodded gently and replied faintly.

"Dear Master, I am honored to do this." The middle-aged mercenary stood up excitedly, followed the two mages and asked.

Some of the mercenaries outside were happy, that they were from the same mercenary group as the middle-aged man just now, or that they were performing this escort mission together; some were unhappy, because they were also moving towards the imperial capital. Most of them came here in the past, but two wizards came some time ago, and two more wizards came soon. If two wizards joined their escort team, the safety along the way would be greatly improved.

Not to mention that some mercenaries outside were upset about their leaders' slowness, Shaoke quickly learned some basic information about the mercenaries who invited them with a nervous introduction from the union members. It turned out that this time, five teams of mercenaries escorted a large caravan. Their end was the imperial capital. Moreover, this caravan has been in operation for tens of thousands of years, with a very good reputation, and its own escort power is very strong. The five teams of mercenaries are still strong. Although there are no fourth-level or fifth-level existence, there are two third-level warriors in total. Most of their members are retreating from the army, either first-level warriors or second-level warriors, and they have very rich combat experience. Besides, no matter how many robbers there are, there will be no higher-level appearances along the way, because as long as the warriors reach the fourth level, they can get a very good job with the nobles or big merchants, which is much better than being a robber.

When Shaoke and the female mage learned that these five teams of mercenaries were retired from the army, they decided to follow them to the imperial capital without hesitation. The middle-aged mercenaries explained in detail that their five teams were mainly mercenary groups with insufficient experience, so they were divided into five mercenary groups to do the task together. He was the leader of one of the mercenary teams.

Shaoke asked: "When will you set out? We can also prepare in time."

The middle-aged mercenary leader learned about Shaoke’s temporary residence and said, “Dear Master, we can set off at any time. What do you mean?”

"Tomorrow." Shaoke and the female mage told their decision at the same time, which made the mercenary leader who was waiting for a reply stunned. Because he was afraid of losing his companionship, he quickly said goodbye to the mages. He also wanted to inform his companions and the owner of the caravan about this good news.
Chapter completed!