Boer handed the letter and the gold pudu in his hand to the young man before him.
The flax-colored shawl, gray-green hat, and feather of Hyacinth tucked into the hat marked the man as a courier.
"I assure you, I'll reach the Morsa Borderlands as quickly as possible."
"It won't take more than two days."
The courier gave his guarantee.
Such guarantees carried considerable weight.
Not only because a courier's reputation determined his career, but also because every courier had a corresponding employment relationship with the lord of his territory.
Simply put, if a courier broke his promise, the employer would not need to intervene. The local lord would take it upon himself to dispose of the untrustworthy courier.
"Have a safe journey!"
With that, Boer said goodbye to the courier.
He needed to hurry back to the Yanan Inn and then leave Sika City.
Just moments earlier, martial law in Sika City had been lifted, and the gates had reopened. Though evening was approaching, the merchants trapped in the city had all begun to move.
Without Sika City's cold climate, those merchants would certainly have suffered enormous losses.
Even so, the delay would still cost them a considerable amount.
The merchants therefore could not wait any longer.
Leaving the city at night was hardly a good idea, but they had decided to do it anyway.
The same went for Boer.
He was not a merchant, but he was pressed for time.
Returning to the inn, Boer called straight to Ashkano, "Are you ready?"
Without waiting for his bodyguard's answer, he began checking everything himself.
"Everything's fine."
"Water, food... Boss Holruf was kind enough to replenish some of our gunpowder and shot."
Ashkano answered.
"Good. We're leaving right away."
As he spoke, Boer looked questioningly at Qin Ran, who was