Counting all sorts of personnel, the entire caravan had close to fifty people, among whom about fifteen were guards.
In his opinion, dozens of goblin "bandits" should not be too difficult to deal with.
However, after listening in for a while, the caravan's caution still exceeded his expectations.
The caravan prepared to set up camp on the spot and wait to see if they could encounter other caravans later, then assemble the guard units of multiple caravans to go and clear out the roadside bandits.
If they failed to encounter any, they would rather take the risk of economic losses and take a detour.
Yet after a slight pause for thought, Gauss could understand why these few people made such a choice.
Neither the caravan manager nor the captain of the guards was fundamentally more than a senior wage earner for the commercial firm, so naturally it was impossible for them to take huge risks for the sake of their wages.
Not to mention that they were only evenly matched on the surface; even with a small advantage, everyone was unwilling to take the initiative to attack unless there was an obvious advantage.
After Gauss gathered enough intelligence, he returned to the carriage he was riding in.
He was neither an employee of the commercial firm nor part of the temporarily hired personnel, but merely an outsider who had paid a carriage fare. Even though he was a "distinguished" Spellcaster Apprentice, in matters involving the safety of the entire caravan, he was in no position to speak up.
Besides, he lacked the ability to kill dozens of goblins all by himself, even though he possessed quite a few special attack buffs against goblins on him.
So what else could he do? Continue reading books, naturally.
Time passed bit by bit,