The old man's actions made everyone feel even more nervous.

After a while, the old man put down his arm and walked back slowly.

"Master, have you discovered anything?" the young master asked.

"Now, it's not clear that there was a magician guarding the road we had just passed behind us. For some reason, he resonated with the wind." The old man said lightly.

"The resonance of the wind? What is that, is it a kind of magic?" the girl standing next to her asked curiously.

"No, it's not magic, it's just a magical phenomenon, a relatively rare magical phenomenon." The old man replied.

"Is it useful?" the girl asked.

"There is no effect. The resonance of the wind is just a magical phenomenon, not magic, it can resonate with the wind. It only proves that the magician has mastered the essence of the wind and can freely manipulate the wind element." The old man said.

"Then, this magician must be very strong?" the girl asked to the end.

"Maybe very strong, able to control some kind of magic element freely, which is not something any magician can do."

The old man replied.

"Master, what should we do?" the young master asked.

"Keep moving forward, I don't have any bad premonition. I was just curious just now. There was no hostility in the magic waves. It was not for us. Moreover, I think our enemies will not be stupid enough to expose their identity, right?" the old man smiled.

"You mean, there is a magician who does not belong to any camp hidden in this forest?" the young man asked.

"Yes, it should be like this. I just discovered that somewhere in the forest is a place that my mental power cannot reach." The old man said.

"You should be able to see what kind of magician is hidden there," the girl asked, obviously interested in it.

"There is no need for this. This is a very dangerous behavior. Miss, please remember that we do not welcome other magicians to spy on our actions. It means total hostility. If you do not want to attract unnecessary enemies, you should restrain your curiosity." The old man said with a little seriousness.

Hearing the old man's words, the girl stretched out her tongue.

"We don't need to make trouble, keep on rushing." The young master ordered.

The group returned to the carriage, and the carriage continued to move forward slowly.

At the other end of the woods, Rebbo finally waited for Mr. Hyde and his carriage.

Telling Mr. Hyde that Baron Lonna had already set off one day earlier, Rebow tied his horse behind the carriage, climbed onto the luggage rack at the top of the carriage, and meditated on his own.

Now, what he needs most is to appreciate the strange feeling when he entered the meditation state just now.

This feeling not only brought him strength, but also made him seem to have turned into a part of the wind element, dancing with the free winds, passing through the dense leaves and branches, and feeling everything the wind elves could feel.

That feeling is really indescribable.

With this strange feeling, Ruibo not only found that the magic power on his body was recovering quickly, but the three spells seemed to be no longer so obscure.

Ruibo seemed to understand how to pronounce those divine texts naturally.

Those divine texts are like describing the feelings of the wind elves. Each word describes their joys, sorrows, sorrows and troubles. These divine texts are like talking to the wind elves, everything is so natural.

The elf of the happy wind taught him how to speak, a natural language that does not require any grammar, an ancient and mysterious language that has never changed since the creation of this world.

All of this is full of charm, magic, and nature.

Ruibo was deeply immersed in this endless charm.

"What are you doing? Get off quickly, that's quite dangerous. If you encounter a sticking branch, you will fall off the carriage." said the coachman Ted.

For Ruibo, who was immersed in the mysterious world, all the language on earth had long been blocked from his eardrums, so he did not move at all.

"Get out quickly, this is too dangerous." Ted raised his voice.

"Ted, just let him go. Just be careful. Let's hurry up." Mr. Hyde ordered in the carriage.

"Yes, master, I get it, yell." The coachman Ted carefully drove the carriage.

However, it didn't take long for him to feel relieved.

Because, although he always maintains a meditation state, Ruibo, who is sitting on the luggage rack, seems to be protected by something. Whenever he encounters the extended branch, Ruibo's body will naturally avoid it. The strange and strange dodging action really makes Ted unable to treat this guy as a person.

Those movements are extremely strange. Sometimes, they are like a spider that can move at will, sometimes, they are like an earthworm that can be bent at will, and sometimes, they are like a gecko that is extremely flattened, and their movements are incredibly weird.

Although Ted didn't know what Ribo was doing on it, he at least knew that there was no need to worry about this strange guy.

The carriage continued on the woods path.

The trees in the Bart Forest are quite dense, and the sunlight projected onto the ground through the layers of branches is extremely sparse and dim.

Therefore, there is not much light on Tongjun Avenue that can shine on the road ahead.

When the sun gradually sets, it will be even more difficult to see the road in front of you.

Fortunately, Ted is an extremely outstanding coachman, which is nothing to him. He can even ride on this bumpy road with just a hazy lantern on the dark night, and can also drive safely on this bumpy road.

However, there is still one thing he needs to consider.

Tonight, they stopped and rested, although it was not impossible to travel overnight, and both Mr. Hyde and Eckert had long been used to this kind of travel.

However, there was no need to rush the road, and Ted was not interested in doing such thankless things.

It takes two days to pass through the Bart Forest anyway. It is still a starry night and you can't stop and rest in the middle.

If it is not very urgent and walk at normal speed, it will take one day to extend.

However, in this way, you have to find a way to find a place to stop and rest.

The Bart Forest is full of trees, and it is not easy to find a vacant land that can accommodate the entire carriage.

Fortunately, the merchants who have been coming and going on this road for many years have already opened up more than a dozen places for rest on both sides of Tongjun Avenue.

Ted was thinking about where to stay tonight? I remember there was a place to rest not far ahead, but it was still early, so I could drive a little more road. There was a pretty good resting place more than ten kilometers ahead, and there was also a small stream where it was convenient to boil water and drink horses.

After making up his mind, Ted drove forward in a carriage. Although he would definitely be able to get there before dark, Ted still hoped to arrive earlier. After all, no one would be willing to set up a tent in the dark.

Ted has long been familiar with the road from Leyer to Serthborg. He knows clearly where there are ditches, where it is difficult to drive, where there are turns. Therefore, he can even be regarded as a surety of driving speed and when to reach his destination.

As he expected, when the afterglow of the sun was still slanted towards the Bart Forest, the forest resting place was near.

I saw that nearly six hectares of land on both sides of the road in front of me were scattered with five or six empty plains without trees. A stream slowly flowed through not far away, making a gurgling and pleasant sound of the stream rushing and singing.

Ted drove the carriage to one of the stops, and not far away, you can see another carriage parked there.

It seems that it is a group of businessmen from other places in Francis that you can see on this road for many years.

Judging from the worn-out carriage and the goods on the carriage, these merchants did not have much oil and water. Perhaps it was because of this that they dared to come out with only these bodyguards.

Although there have always been few bandits along the way from Laire to Sesieburg, it is not peaceful to leave the territory of Sesieburg. Therefore, those past merchants generally hire dozens of bodyguards to act together. Although this will cost a lot, the share of several companies will not cost too much.

Only those weak merchants took the risk of bringing their own followers, but they didn't have much goods and were not afraid of being robbed.

Ted estimated the details of these people. Although there was nothing to worry about these merchants, Mr. Hyde would not be willing to be disturbed by them. Therefore, Ted chose a stopping place far away from these people.

Mr. Hyde, Kelle and Eckert all came down from the horse. For Eckert, the good sleep along the way made up for his lack of sleep. Now, it is quite beneficial for him to walk around and clear his mind.

As for Rebbo, he continued his meditation practice on the roof of the carriage.

Ted used a brake to fix the wheel of the carriage, and called the guy who drove the carriage behind him to take the horses to the stream to drink water, and then he quickly filled the bucket.

Setting up tents, boiling water and cooking are all his duty, and these miscellaneous tasks cannot be handled by Mr. Eckert, Kelle and Mr. Hyde.

The only thing that troubled Ted was that the little guy Ribo was sitting on the roof of the carriage, his tent and sleeping mattress pressed under his butt.

Ted climbed onto the roof and hugged Ribo. What he felt unexpected was that Ribo's body became extremely light and seemed to have no weight at all. Ted suspected that he could push the little guy's body up with a finger.

Magic is really incredible, Ted sighed in his heart.

Rebow is a magician, and it is no secret to them, Ted had heard of it a long time ago.

Putting the little guy on a tree stump next to him, Ted continued his work.

All of this is so natural that in the eyes of others, they are nothing more than a wealthy family of businessmen traveling abroad.

The old master sat on the lounge chair and was comfortable admiring the sunset in the Bart forest. Standing beside him was the bodyguard, with his sharp eyes looking around.

The tutor or private secretary seems not to be very used to the trip, and is walking along the woods paths to recover from the fatigue of the trip.

The young young master was sitting on a tree stump and dozing. Maybe this was his first trip.

The two servants were busy cleaning up everything.

All of this is so common.

However, this is definitely not how the people sitting in the merchant carriage on the other side of the forest look.

"It's the kid I just saw and the horse." said the young man who was the master among the group.

"It's the boy who just passed by us. You said his riding skills were as superb as you?" his sister asked curiously.

Obviously, because of her age, she would definitely not want to call the jockey a child like her brother, because they were indeed similar.

"What is he doing?" asked the youngest of the bodyguards.

"I don't know, maybe I'm dozing off. The journey is so hard, and I'm a little tired."

Another bodyguard said.

"He seems to be meditating." The lady guessed suspiciously.

"It's right, Miss, that boy is indeed meditating." The old man's voice came from behind: "It seems that the magic fluctuations I felt just now were caused by him."
To be continued...