Lin Yun and the others followed the guidance of the seeker's walking stick, heading toward Albion.
On the way, however, they came across a village.
...Wait, this situation... It couldn't be... A rather subtle expression appeared on Lin Yun's face. Could they really have run into this too?
Because the carriage could not enter the Dwarven tunnels, it had ultimately been left in the Dwarven Kingdom. Perhaps they would have a chance to retrieve it later.
As for the cost of looking after it and such, the Clan Craftsman was still somewhat useful. At the very least, they could waive the cost of feeding one horse.
It could also be considered a sign of respect for Lin Yun.
Thus, Lin Yun and the others could only advance toward Albion by forced march.
However, it looked as though a battle—or rather, a massacre—was taking place ahead.
A group of people wore clothing somewhat resembling that of the Arabians from Lin Yun's previous life. They were wrapped up tightly, with wheat-colored skin. There were also armored men who were clearly from the Empire—or rather, soldiers of the Border Prince Territory.
The Arabians had surrounded the armored men and seemed to have nearly finished killing them.
"Should we charge over?" Lin Yun asked directly.
"We're in a hurry." Gazi spoke with a smile.
Clearly, while he was bored and restless, seeing familiar opponents had made him quite happy.
When he had worked as a mercenary in the past, he had fought these Arabians before.
At that time, however, the Arabians had mostly been mercenaries themselves. This time, it was hard to say.
Regardless, it was... a perfect chance to vent, wasn't it?
"Then let's end the battle quickly." Lin Yun nodded slightly, then said to the others, "If you want to fight, go