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The caravan managed to keep their goods from Count Hakin and continued as planned toward the Capital of Hamel. Along the way, the caravan members kept glancing at Urich with bewildered expressions.
‘Who the hell is this man?'
The merchants had clearly seen Count Hakin retreat hastily with their own two eyes. The man who seemed to be taking half of their products, or even all of it, stepped away without a fuss.
'He fled just at the sight of this barbarian, Urich.'
Naturally, they began to treat Urich differently. He was given more meat in his soup, and generous amounts of expensive liquor were poured for him.
"That noble ran away like a frightened rabbit at the sight of you! It was a sight to behold, it really was! Here, drink as much as you like!"
The caravan leader laughed heartily, patting Urich's back and opening a bottle of honey wine that he had reserved as merchandise. Considering the value of half of the wagon's contents, nothing was too good for Urich.
"Ah, this is nice. If only we had some women around."
Urich chugged the strong honey wine, feeling his cheeks flush warmly.
"But just why did that noble run away like that?" Norman asked, sitting by the campfire.
"Eh, I don’t really know either. It seemed like the knight next to him recognized me."
Urich stroked his beard which had grown out a little bit.
"You knew him?"
"No, no. It was my first time seeing him, but he...
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