Pakura: The More You Fear Something, the More It Comes True

The massive caravan slowly made its way toward the southern coastline. With so much cargo, it simply could not move quickly.

This was destined to be a long, time-consuming mission.

Fortunately, Jingyi had prepared himself mentally. He only needed to sit in the carriage and rest. He could read when he had nothing to do, and have Pakura massage his legs or pound his shoulders. Though every time, she ended up gritting her teeth and rolling her eyes in anger.

Jingyi suddenly felt that this kind of lengthy mission was not so bad.

At least there were not too many bothersome matters to worry about. They only needed to protect the caravan's goods and people.

Night fell, and the caravan stopped by the roadside to rest.

The caravan's leader approached Jingyi and invited him to have dinner with them.

"I'll pass on dinner together. A mission is a mission. As for everything else, we'll each handle our own."

Jingyi declined the caravan leader's goodwill.

They were already paying a hefty commission, and their profits were not high to begin with. If they had to entertain him and Pakura properly every day as well, the expense would probably be considerable.

There was no need to trouble others over a little food.

Caravans traveled all over the world. Making money was not easy for them either.

After turning down the caravan members, Jingyi pulled Pakura into the forest.

In the Land of Fire, as long as one was willing to work, there was basically no shortage of food.

Half an hour later, Jingyi and Pakura sat beside a campfire. A hunted animal was roasting over the flames, giving off an enticing aroma of grilled meat.

Pakura held a kunai and used the cleaned blade to slice up the cooked meat, separating it