《Another World and I'm still rich?》Chapter 31. To L'Aminne!
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I enter the Inn and see Silan and the others eating.
"Oh, everyone is here already? I'm the last one?" I ask Silan.
"Indeed you are. Everybody came here in three groups and you came last." Silan answers and then resumes eating.
"Well, I made sure that this city had no chance of becoming a HQ city or even a Forward Base city." I tell everyone before heading up to my room.
(I guess everybody should understand that we're heading out tomorrow.)
I stare out the window of my room trying to find something interesting to observe.
After a few minutes of just finding something an eagle lands right infront of my window and stares at me.
(Ooh this is fun. And now it's boring because it's just an eagle trying to find food.)
The eagle took flight as fast as it landed.
(Yeah this city has nothing interesting happening except the people I met in daytime. Too bad they won't come back.)
I head off to sleep and as soon as my head touched the pillow I lost consciousness.
I woke up the next morning and got up from the bed.
(Guess I should head downstairs. The others are probably already awake.)
Everybody was indeed awake and waiting for me.
"I took the liberty fo getting some city-exclusive cargo for us. To make us seem more real. People won't believe us if we just march into L'Aminne with no cargo but saying we are." Silan tells me whilst bowing.
"Thanks for handling that Silan. I was planning on getting some really quickly before we leave but I guess you've handled it. So, shall we leave? I believe everyone has explored the city right?" I ask everyone and they nod.
I head outside towards our carriage and everything is ready.
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I hop onto the drivers seat and Silan sits next to me and everybody else sits in the back.
"We're heading off. To L'Aminne!" I say with excitement clearly in my voice.
After we leave the city I take a look around us and see it...
(The hell?! Why is it still following us!? It's right there! Over the city! Come on besiege it or something! It's getting creepy, stop following us! I don't want a creepy old shadow dragon being my guardian angel!)
We ride for hours but it still follows us.
I take out the map and see that there are 2 villages in our path.
(It would only take us about 5 more days until L'Aminne if we only just sleep there, get some food and drink and leave.)
We ride for two days and reach the first village which has nothing interesting in it.
We just sleep, eat and drink and leave.
Then we ride for two days again before reaching the second village which has the repeat of the first.
(I'm guessing the 4-day proximity to L'Aminne is making the bandits scared to invade these villages for longer than a few hours.)
After a day of riding we reach the gates of L'Aminne.
(And it seems like trouble is brewing right at the gates. They are forcing the women and men to line up seperately and I see them take away a few women whilst the men shout no.
Let me guess corruption? Corruption? This might be my lucky day as I love taking out corruption and winning the favour of the city folk!
Oh and don't you dare lay a hand on any of the men or women in my band of merchants... I'll kill you...)
I stare at the gate keeper as I stand in line right next to Viv.
We had Viv stand as the first woman from our band because if Memui would be put into the front even I won't react fast enough to stop her from destroying the gate...
Silan isn't in the men's line as I had him go and see where all the women are being taken.
Guards walk up to me and Viv.
It's time for me and Viv to get 'inspected'.
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