Records of the Weakest Emperor

Chapter 91: Caravan and the City of Ashmelion

Spring...

This season has always been a season that brought joy and euphoric excitement to many races, transcending mere continents and planes of existence. This was also true not only on Earth but also in the world of Las Felipinas.

A world so beautiful and gorgeous, amazingly fertile, and full of mysteries.

The Forest of Everlasting Light could be considered as a beautiful gem in the jewel-studded fabric continent of Lagreas.

Even though the continent wasn't the biggest and the most bountiful, it had a fair share of mysteries. Some say that dozens of hidden independent spaces were present in the Forest of Everlasting Light, waiting to be discovered by some lucky, or others may consider as foolish men.

Of course, rumors were just rumors. But that didn't prevent the people to venture out and potentially satisfy their dreams of rags to riches by accidentally running into a treasure trove or meeting the love of their life in the form of Elves.

Sadly, the last Kingdom of the Elves, the Kingdom of Silvermoon has been lost for several thousands of years already.

In other words, Elves were considered as exotic and rare amongst the wide variety of demi-human species in the world of Las Felipinas.

They do exist but in this current epoch. Most of the Elves were half-blooded Elves. None of them had the pure and untainted blood of Elves coursing through their veins.

A caravan with tens of carriages and more than thirty guards were crawling across the lands not too far away from the Forest of Everlasting Light. The unhurried and leisurely pace seemed peculiar for most merchants lived by the adage that time was essentially money.

Spring was the most beautiful season in every world out there in the cosmos.

This was a season that brought joy and lifted the spirits of anyone. The warm breeze interlaced with the scents of various attractive seasonal flowers brought a sense of catharsis to the travelers, carrying away their worries and fatigue.

The caravan may have a lot of horses, but their individual carriages weren't that big.

The marks left on the ground by the wheels of the caravan were also quite shallow. In other words, their goods weren't particularly heavy. The number of guards surrounding the caravan seemed to be extravagant compared to the number of their goods.

Furthermore, these guards were completely made-up of young men dressed in refined armors and topnotch weapons as well as superior saddles for their horses.

This was clear evidence that this group must not be trifled with, good equipment and weapons were considered as signs of being good fighters in general.

It was obvious that the employer of these guards wasn't particularly thrifty for he gave each and every guard protecting this caravan equipment and weapons that could be considered as far too extravagant in the eyes of others.

But this small detail meant something, as money and power were interlaced in the world of Las Felipinas.

Those with enough experience could see that this caravan had goods from the Forest of Everlasting Light the flesh and fur of demonic beasts, as well as various materials and rare medicinal ingredients. The individual carriages may be light, but their worth far surpassed the annual income of most merchant caravans.

The symbol of a lightning strike surrounded by contrasting white clouds up above the skies made it obvious to every scholar as to who owned and ran the caravan. The family running this caravan had deep roots in history, they were ancient enough and had received various merit in past wards.

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This family wasn't that influential due to the passing of time, but one couldn't say that they were declining either.

These subtle hints and clues shouldn't be able to escape from the eyes of those experienced in rogue professions such as banditry. However, several days have already passed since this caravan had departed from its original location, yet they still haven't encountered any bandits.

As for the reason?

Well...

It was because of the young man sitting in the most inconspicuous carriage.

The young man had his right eye missing and his right arm was crippled, dangling lifelessly on his side.

However, none of the guards dared to mess with him for they had already experienced first-hand as to what the young man was capable of doing.

Furthermore, there was no reason for them to provoke him. It was because the young man was the reason why the caravan's travel this time was quite peaceful and uneventful.

A young man clad in the superior equipment of guards yawned loudly and said, "Damn... It's so boring... Why are there no bandits? Are you really that familiar with the safe routes here, or are they just smarter than before to know that it's impossible for them to fight against us?"

The one-eyed young man was obviously the target of his speech for there was no one else within the carriage.

"No bandits in this place can possibly be stupid. How else were they able to survive for so long, if they weren't smart?"

The armored young man chuckled and then said in a jesting manner, "How about any courageous bandits? I mean, sometimes, courage can take precedence over our minds, you know?"

The one-eyed young man stared at the other and nodded his head, "Well, you're right..."

"But the courageous ones die even faster than the stupid ones."

He suddenly raised his head and stared blankly at the distance.

"It seems that we are finally about to meet some courageous ones."

A smirk appeared on the one-eyed young man's face.

The armored young man quickly caught on what he was talking about, "Enemy attack?"

The one-eyed young man didn't even bother to answer. He leaned back on the walls of the carriage and continued scribbling on his small and shabby notebook.

But when the armored young man saw what he was doing...

A grim look appeared on his face.

"I can see that you're revising our plans, Calvin..." He said.

Yes, the one-eyed young man was Calvin.

"Yeah... The new record is six days without meeting any bandits. I hope that with this plan, I can make a breakthrough and reach seven days without meeting any bandits."

The armored young man smiled, "Well, if you can do that, then I'll admit that you're the best cartographer in the entire Kingdom of Joselian, No in the entire world of Las Felipinas."

Calvin stared at him for a moment before he laughed, "All right... Take care now, Craig."

"I will..."

The armored young man then walked out of the carriage.

Soon, a battle ensued and the guards of the caravan made quick work with the bandits.

Calvin then walked out and made a proposal How about we hang the heads of one of the prominent bandits that we killed and we will kill so that none of the other bandit groups would dare to fight us again? We're pressed for time after all, the sooner we get to Ashmelion the better.

His proposal was quickly accepted.

Everyone knew that Calvin's actions and words were for the benefit of the caravan.

The caravan continued its journey, stopping at every rest stop to replenish their food and supplies. Even so, the number of goods within the caravan never decreased nor increased. It was still the same old goods harvested from the Forest of Everlasting Light.

Two whole months then passed and the caravan was now nearing the end of its journey.

In these two months, Calvin did nothing other than write in his diary as if he was writing a novel.

The guards noticed Calvin's peculiar habits and some of them even tried to take his notebook away to read it secretly.

Of course, after numerous attempts, they eventually succeeded. But the moment their eyes landed on the words that Calvin wrote in his notebook. They felt their eyes burn. Some of the guards even had their eyes bleed as they immediately rushed to Calvin for help.

Calvin then gave them serious advice never try to read the contents of his diary.

One does not simply lay their eyes on the words written in the ancient notebook of Secrets That Will Destroy Your Life.

This particular characteristic was basically protection for the user.

What if someone deliberately took his notebook to read some of his intimate secrets and used it to destroy his life?

Wouldn't the user of the notebook be screwed up if that happened?

This was the reasoning behind that particular trait.

Since then, the guards didn't dare to do anything strange towards Calvin anymore nor to his notebook.

Calvin's life was also quite comfortable. He became an honored guest of the caravan after saving the life of the owner of the caravan, which was a pair of beautiful twins, Elena and Luisa.

In exchange for traveling with the caravan to the distant city of Ashmelion, Calvin became the caravan's cartographer.

And he was an effective cartographer.

Elena and Luisa also frequently visited Calvin to ask for some help regarding Spiritualistic Magic.

But Calvin advised against learning Spiritualistic Magic.

It was because even though Spiritualistic Magic was useful and powerful. It was also quite dangerous.

Having the ability to endlessly haggle with merchants, coerce people into doing something they didn't want to do, and to randomly increase one's chances of being lucky was definitely addictive.

Even Calvin had to admit that it was.

Fortunately, Spiritualistic Magic followed the Law of Equivalent Exchange.

But that didn't mean that the danger still doesn't exist.

It was because the sacrifices for using Spiritualistic Magic doesn't necessarily need to have come from the user.

In other words, everyone should not learn Spiritualistic Magic.

Once someone became out of control, then they could easily transform into demons or something that couldn't even be considered as a monster. Something that shouldn't exist in this dimension and material plane.

The caravan continued its journey and they finally arrived at the City of Ashmelion. Ashmelion is a Joselian city located in the south-eastern part of the Joselian Kingdom. This is a bustling city for students, artists, scholars, and freethinkers.

Like any true metropolis, Ashmelion has a lot of factories and could be considered as home to all manner of craftsmen offering every ware possible.

Of course, one could find the occasional con-men and shady dealers in this city.

The city also has numerous banks and even has a Zoo for the entertainment of the common populace.

Never sleeping is the trademark of Ashmelion...

Home to an unusually colorful group of both permanent residents and tourists here for long or short-term visits.

The most eye-catching amidst the crowd of common townsfolk, stall-keepers, and craftsmen were the unusually high number of loan-sharks and those who practiced the more roguish profession.

There is no army stationed in this City, so one could consider this City as the freest city in the entire Kingdom of Joselian.

However, in this city exists a branch of the most terrifying dogs of the Joselian Kingdom.

The Cavaliers.

This was the reason why Calvin came here.

To repair his eye and to fully restore the function of his arm.

He must make contact with the Cavaliers and become one of them.