You and Me Under The World Tree

Time flies, more than a year has passed...

The past half a year is nothing more than that for the Atrium World. The wars are still going on where the wars should be fought. Apart from the decadent Netherlands, the Gothic Kingdom will also break out small-scale conflicts with neighboring Denmark from time to time.

If you want to say who suffers the most in the world of frequent wars and monsters walking everywhere, there is only one answer: the merchant.

This profession exists in the Nine Realms:

The dwarves rely on merchants to bring those weapons of war to the Atrium world

The giants bring their wares to the atrium with caravans that are big enough to travel through places like the Iron Forest and love things from other worlds

Elves also like to spread their creations and products

The atrium located in the center of the Nine Realms is not only a huge battlefield, but also a place of conflict between cultures originating from various worlds and races.

And more importantly, the kings of Midgard also needed merchants, because they were excellent sources of information, and they were the most stable source of rumors and news when bards were uncertain.

The Kingdom allows and even requires their existence, and the various forces also rely on them to roam the Atrium world and inquire about news.

In addition, the profits brought by the goods purchased and sold by the caravan are indeed huge-kings and nobles are willing to pay a lot of property for goods from other kingdoms or even other worlds, so many people are willing to be merchants.

But now, a caravan consisting of more than ten carriages is slowly coming out of the iron forest, which is so impenetrable that even the god king and the guardian may find it difficult to see the whole picture.

When the last carriage left the hideous steel forest without incident, the owner of the caravan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally came out safely."

And his words seemed to resonate with other people, whether it was the groom driving the car or the bodyguards guarding him, they also showed a look of relief.

This is not an exaggeration, Midgard merchants are like this, licking blood on the knife edge every day, because the whole world is too dangerous, even caravans are dying every day.

There are countless people who stare at their goods, and even want to use them as slaves and food.

As for the elderly caravan owner, he was used to the death of others, and people died every day in his own caravan.

In the most difficult time, he once lost half of his troops in the iron forest.

However, the profits are quite lucrative. As long as there is one carriage of goods transported to the human kingdom, then he will not be considered a loss, let alone more than ten carriages this time.

Perhaps because it was the last transport of his life, even the gods were protecting him?

After finishing this business, he will retire, find a place, buy a farm and live a good life.

That's what he thinks, and he couldn't be more successful without the help of one person.

Looking at the steel forest like a ferocious beast that chooses and devours people from a distance, the elderly businessman couldn't help but turn his attention to a man at the rear of the car.

Generally speaking, fighters are eager to be famous and to be heroes, so they will try to show their presence as much as possible.

Almost all of them were like this, they wished to use their battle armor and weapons as a mark, and then spread their name completely—just like the other bodyguards he hired.

Most of the bodyguards hired by the old businessman are young and energetic, led by adventurers with rich combat experience. These adventurers who act as guards have always been eager to fight monsters head-on.

However, this man was different from other bodyguards and fighters. He did not reveal the meaning of his armor. He was dressed like an exiled soldier, covering all his armor under the cloak.

Even now that they have been together for nearly a few weeks, he has not revealed his weapon. The only thing that can show his extraordinariness is probably the tall horse that is also wrapped under the protective armor and only shows his eyes.

However, this does not mean that he is weak. In fact, it is thanks to this man that they arrived here without any danger or incident.

'Ow'

Just when the businessman was thinking this way, the cry of a beast suddenly sounded on the plain.

"It's not good! It's the magic cow!" The shouts of the people around instantly brought the old businessman back to reality. He subconsciously looked around and saw a black mass rushing towards the plain.

Demon herd?

"Is it migration?"

"Fart, have you ever seen a monster migrating? Not to mention running out of the iron forest!"

That's right, that's right, these monsters ran out of the steel jungle.

"It seems that those giants who wanted to rob us before still refuse to give up!"

For a moment, the old businessman couldn't help feeling impatient.

Obviously, he has walked out of the iron forest. For him, a businessman who often runs, this is the last transportation, and he can rest after finishing this business.

But why did something go wrong at the last moment...

As a businessman, he knew what to do at this time. When the herd of magic cattle rushed, he should disperse his convoy and give priority to escape.

But at that time, how many goods will fall into his hands?

I'm afraid it's the only car I'm driving...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but start to bleed.

But he is not a child after all, he knows what is decisive!

Must be dispersed!

"you..."

"Go ahead and let the horses speed up."

Just when the old businessman was about to shout something, the cloaked warrior at the end of the convoy suddenly spoke.

He was originally leaning on the car, but during the time period of speaking, he had already jumped, and then jumped directly onto the back of the rearmost war horse.

Although the war horse didn't neigh, its slightly leisurely eyes suddenly became fierce!

Then, he turned around slightly.

"I will catch up later, you go first."

The last thing the old businessman saw was the plain back. At this moment, both he and his war horse showed that kind of extraordinary.

Unlike other people who only shouted bravely but were useless at critical moments, he was so reliable at this moment.

"Okay, don't look at it, that young man won't come back! It will take a while! Let's go!" Just as the old businessman was watching, someone in his caravan shouted.

But at this moment, the old businessman shook his head.

"No, I'm sure he'll catch up."

After saying this to his partner, he turned around and asked loudly:

"What's your name?!"

It's really ridiculous to say that, although we have been together for a while, the old businessman doesn't know his name.

Because he never gave his name, or even drank with other people.

And at this last moment, he didn't seem to have such an idea.

"To the border towns of the Hungarian Empire: Terraissen wait for me." He said

"it is good!"

Since then, the caravan has separated from the warrior, and the unknown warrior rides his tall horse and faces the incoming magic bull alone!

"call..."

He took a deep breath, and put one hand on the hilt of the sword behind him.

"Vent your anger..."

In an instant, the brilliance bloomed!

In just a moment, the blazing brilliance bloomed, and the unknown warrior wrote his destined magnificent life with this sword!

"Just once, let you mortals remember my name!"

When the magic bulls were bleeding and fell to the ground, the unknown warrior rode his horse back into the iron forest, and he came in front of the giant robbers who were following behind the magic bulls.

"My name is... Siegfried."

The sharp sword is out of its sheath, and the anger is shining!