Rise In Calradia

　　Caladia, a continent that is endlessly chaotic, a land divided by competing nations. Countless adventurers and speculators go here, abandoning everything in the past, in order to gain status and wealth. This place is extremely dangerous, but full of opportunities. However, only those who are capable and smart can travel through danger and obtain everything they dream of. But remember, in order to achieve the goal, you can do whatever you can. Your destiny is in your own hands!

　　 On the way to Paravin, a large caravan was busy on the way. They traveled through the center of Calradia, dumped their goods and hopes to the bustling city, and earned dinars for their livelihood.

　　 Sitting on a simple horse-drawn carriage, Feng Byron's heart is mixed, staring at the distant city. Under the undulating mountains, young crops of wheat, barley, and oats are rushing out of the dark underground and growing vigorously. On the slopes below those snow-covered peaks, flocks of cattle and sheep are eating spring grass. Of course, there are high-headed war horses that symbolize the Swadia nobles. They are wandering on the grass, behind them are busy but proud knight attendants.

　　Rich and contentious land, where people from other villages gather to seek wealth and chase power. But does this really belong to me?

　　 Feng Byron lowered his head and sighed lightly. He has been with this caravan for three days. Although reluctant, he has accepted his situation.

　　 As written in other traversing novels, he is a traverser from a certain eastern country on the earth. He originally had a mediocre but fulfilling life and a fairly happy family. But all this has been far away from him, and he himself has no idea how he got here.

There were no car accidents, no Korean mobile phones, no exploding computers and leaky switches. He just slept with a few friends on a flight to Malaysia on vacation. When he woke up, he saw an unfamiliar place. There was the half-middle and half-west face on the water that made him feel very strange when washing his face. He still maintains black pupils and short hair, but his face is more mixed.

　　 And what makes him most sad is that even if the memories of the past are still vivid, he has forgotten his own name.

　　【Feng*Byron: LV1; Reputation: 5; Influence: 0;

　　 Strength: 6;

　　Agility: 6;

　　 Intelligence: 9;

　　Charm: 9;

　　 have skills: riding level 1; dominance level 1;

　　Weapon proficiency: one-handed weapons: 20; two-handed weapons: 20; pole weapons: 20; bows: 10; crossbows: 10; throwing: 10; extra points: 0;]

　　 Horseback riding and slashing Feng * Byron also played before crossing, playing for hundreds of hours, but it is really difficult for him to adapt to the game. Although there was an interface that gave him a glimmer of hope for the legendary golden thigh, there was no help except for an attribute interface.

　　 For him, there is no excitement in crossing, and his life these few days has almost plunged him into panic.

　　 I eat hard bread and drink untreated cold water. Vegetables and jerky are not cooked, making it hard to swallow. Because paper is very expensive, the caravan actually used branches and shredded wood to clean up the buttocks when going to the toilet! For this he had to sacrifice the handkerchief and the corner of his shirt that he did not know where he was in his arms. What’s more terrible is that there is no mobile phone, no computer, no WeChat QQ teachers, lack of all modern technology, and no entertainment that he has been familiar with for a long time. There are a bunch of five big and three rough men next to him. He is about to collapse. .

"Byron, it’s coming to Paravin soon. You are arriving at your destination. We have already packed your goods. We will stay in Paravin for a few days. If you want to go to other places, the price will not change. , We still welcome you."

　　 Just when Feng Byron was startled, the caravan leader had already rode up to him, handed him a bag of malt, and then left with a smile.

　　 Feng* Byron thanked him and took a sip from the cork. The taste was really ordinary, not as good as the beer I had drunk before crossing and had a lot of scum. But it's better than cold water.

　　 The shop continued to move forward, and the road became more and more flat and spacious. Pedestrians traveling on horseback hurried past the carriage, and other caravans appeared in the field of vision. In the forests in the distance, I glanced at the caravan of more than 50 people and more than 20 carriages with unkind eyes, but saw those caravans that were riding horses with swords and wearing thick leather armor. The guards, and a whole team of hired sentinels, these gazes quickly disappeared.

　　 "It's almost the city."

　　 After seeing the walls of Palavin, Feng Byron felt that he couldn't be so idle. Even if it was really difficult for him to pass through, he still had to find a way to live.

　　 Byron (hereinafter referred to as Byron) thought of this, and hurriedly looked at the valuable objects on his body. A jacket made of leather and linen, as well as a fur-edged leather hat, these are all clothes worn by businessmen who travel north and south. A pair of leather boots with a bad texture, and a pair of linen gloves in the pocket. On the waist, there is also a somewhat rusty iron sword. Beside him, there are also a hunting crossbow and a bag of crossbow arrows. In the pockets of the clothes, there were only a dozen silver coins of different sizes, that is, dinars. The total value of these coins with the head of the emperor and the family crest is about eighty dinars, which is not much, but it will take him a while.

　　 Of course, there is also the carriage that returned to him when he crossed over, a traveling horse and a workhorse that pulled the cart, and some cargo on the cart. A large bag of wool, a few pieces of linen, and more than twenty clay pots of various sizes. These are commodities that can be exchanged for cash, and they are also his important initial capital.

　　 Thinking of what he had, he breathed a sigh of relief and sighed that fate was not so unfair.

　　 There were more and more pedestrians on the road, and the caravan finally reached the gate of the city. The Swadia militiamen on guard inspected their cargo at will, and after they received a few more copper "entry fees", the caravan entered the city safely.

　　 It was getting late, Byron said goodbye to the leader of the caravan and drove his carriage to the nearest tavern. For some reason, with the first level of riding skills, Byron not only learned how to ride a horse, but was also very good at driving a carriage.

　　 The tavern is very noisy and tastes great. However, it is safe to store the goods here. After all, every large-scale tavern on the road either has a certain backstage backer, or there is a powerful boss and a group of guys who can fight.

　　 The rooms in the tavern are mostly Chase shops. Five or six mats are placed together, which can provide tired travelers and poor people to sleep for a night, and also leave a lot of money for the hordes of mercenaries. But Byron was not used to this kind of sweaty room, so he would rather sleep in a room beside a stable in the backyard, and the guy in the tavern readily agreed. He thinks that Byron is not worried about his property sleeping there. This kind of thing is not uncommon. UU read www.uukanshu.com and can get more money for the room.

　　 With a few days of fatigue and discomfort after crossing, Byron put on his coat and quickly fell asleep. He began to dream about some strange things, some before and after the crossing, which was very strange.

　　 Only the sound of a sword coming out of his body awakened him from his sleep. He opened his eyes and heard some messy footsteps and deliberately low voices outside the tavern.

　　 He remembered the novice task when he was playing the game, and immediately got up from the bed, and his hand fell on the hilt of the sword. He looked carefully through the crack in the door and found that at the other end of the backyard two people with weapons were threatening a person leaning against the corner.

　　 After making sure that there were no other accomplices nearby, he carefully opened the door and threw an empty wine bottle vigorously.

　　 The broken sound of the wine bottle frightened the two robbers, and Byron also took the sword and the crossbow and opened the door, shouting loudly. He didn't want to fight against each other, it would be great if he could scare them off.

　　The plan worked, the people in the tavern were awakened, and the voice came out. The two men immediately planned to escape, but they chose to run from Byron's direction.

　　Byron also took a jump. With this little equipment on his body and poor weapon proficiency, he couldn't handle the two robbers. However, the persecuted businessman also drew his sword at this time and wrestled with one of them, and Byron also raised the hunting crossbow and shot an arrow at the head of the man who ran towards him.

　　 But he didn't aim well, but shot that man's knee and caused him to fall. But at this time, it is not difficult to rush over to make up the knife.

　　 For some reason, as if it were instinct, he swung down the rusty iron sword and crossed the man's neck. Blood splashed all over him, and his hands trembled involuntarily...