Chapter 69: Testing the Sword
“…Do you hate me that much?” Jesse Dylan’s smile showed a bit reluctance for the first time.
He was to the left of a large string of smoked fished and on his left were round cheese covered with moldy spots. A few bunches of dried garlic strewn up in rings were hanging on his shoulders drifting the indescribable strong smell around the small carriage. This wasn’t a carriage meant for people to ride in as the wheels were not reinforced to dampen the bumps on the road. Only the two veteran warriors were calm, while Oliver’s eyes were dull, and Nemo was in a state of confusion by the smell and bumps. The gray parrot wasn’t much better as it hung half-dead on Nemo’s robe as if it was pretending to be a bat.
The fuller goat was squeezed in the middle of the carriage, filling the entire space and was now biting at the straw rope wrapped in spiced paper. Everyone was busy stabilizing their emotions so no one answered the blond young man’s question.
Not wanting to owe their newest member any more favors, they decided not to pay to take Fritz’s carriage. Instead, they went to the grocer in town who didn’t mind their black badge status and happily accepted their request thinking it was just like adding on five more bags of potatoes.
Unfortunately, the treatment for the entire team was similar to that of five bags of potatoes. They struggled for space among the crowded ingredients inside the carriage and their sense of smell was completely numb by all the strong odors.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Now there were only two people who still had the courage to open their mouths. The female warrior stuffed the onion that fell on her knees back into place and turned her head to look at Adrian Cross.
The knight commander was carefully looking at the roughly formed bone sword. “Yes. It’ll be good for them.”
“But we’re not ready yet.” Ann cocked her legs to prevent more onions from falling on her knees. The goat took too much space that it made her movements difficult. “Supplies may…”
“Don’t bother with food. I’m familiar with the desert and can always find it. Mr. Ramon is used to attacking with ice, so we won’t lack any water. The current supplies are enough—”