Chapter 254: A Little Lost Boy

“Do you have everything you need?” Richard asked.

“I think so, I made sure to pack plenty of yummy food,” he said proudly.

Rebecca, who was off to the side gave him a small flick to the back of the head. “That’s not what he meant and you know it. How come all you ever think of is food or training?”

Julius shrugged his shoulders. “What can I say? I am a simple man,” he said happily.

The older woman frowned at him and was about to flick him again but held herself back with extreme patience that only a mother could have.

“Did you at least pack the potions that I got for you?”

He was about to say yes, but restrained himself at the last moment and took the time to make sure he actually did pack them.

He looked inward into his storage ring and sensed the package Rebecca had given him a week ago lying right where he left it. Then he smiled at the woman and nodded.

“I do. You really think I am going to need them though?” He asked.

He has shared a lot about his skills with them so far. However, he hasn’t exactly told them how effective his healing skill was. They knew he had some sort of regeneration skill, but they probably thought it was some normal healing skill. One that a lot of close combat fighters had to increase their stamina or health regeneration.

If they had seen what the skill could really do, he believed they would be much less worried about his safety. Actually, he suspected they would have been worried regardless of his skill.

“It is better to have them than to not have them,” Richard interjected.

“Yeah, don’t worry about saving them. Make sure to use them whenever you think necessary. While they might normally be expensive, we have our own alchemists and ingredients to make the cost pretty low,” Rebecca added.

“I promise I will consume them like they are tasty desserts,” he told them with a wide grin.

“Well, don’t do that. We don’t need you dying to potion overdose before you can actually act as bait,” Richard said.

“Richard,” Rebecca scolded.

“What? You have seen him devour sweets. If he does that with these potions, he might actually implode,” he pointed out.

“Yes, but you don’t need to say such things before he heads out. You know it’s bad luck to say stuff like that.”

“Bah, you and your superstitions!”

While the two of them got into another scuffle, he turned to Reinera who was looking quite nervous despite that she wasn’t even going along with him.

“I will only be gone for a couple of weeks. Marquis Easten has arranged for me a teleportation slot to come back after I finish,” he said to her.

“I know, but I still can’t help but feel nervous. We don’t know for sure what they are going to do. We don’t even know if they are going to show up.”

“They will. Marquis Easten made sure that we’re transporting enough materials that the Conclave can’t help but try and attack us.”

“That’s not exactly reassuring,” she grumbled.

He gave her a pat on her downtrodden head. “It’s going to be fine. If something really goes wrong, I will just run the other way.”

“You promise?” She asked, a little more brightly.

“Of course. The moment I see someone too strong, I am going to sprint in the opposite direction,” he said confidently.

However, he was displeased when he saw the doubtful look she made at him. A look he gladly ignored.

“So where exactly am I supposed to meet the caravan?” He asked the two bickering spouses.

Richard was the first to turn to him. “You are going to meet them at the square where most of the caravans leave Blumand. It will be easy to find, just look for the big House Easten symbol on the the wagons and then go search for a man named Rolus. He is the leader of the expedition and one of the only ones who knows why you are really there.”

“What does this Rolus look like?” He asked.

“Oh trust me, you can’t miss him. You will know exactly when you see him,” Rebecca said with a laugh.

He didn’t know what that meant. But it didn’t seem like he was getting a better description of the man. So he left it be and got ready to leave to meet the caravan.

He couldn’t wait.

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Stephanie POV

Stephanie and her friends were long-time workers of House Easten. Officially they were adventurers, but they always had the first crack at escort contracts for House Easten.

This was perfect for their group for many reasons.

The pay was amazing, for a job that required minimal work, it paid quite lucratively. The other main benefit was the fact that they were able to get closer to the ruling House of Blumand.

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This allowed them all to gain some valuable opportunities and opened many doors that otherwise would be closed to people like them.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice.

“Jeez, are we going to sit here all day?” Beck, their tank grumbled from his spot on the back of a wagon.

“You’re always so impatient, man. We still have some time before the official departure,” Matt, their leader said to the man, trying to keep their tank calm.

“Yeah, but if we leave now, we could get to our destination sooner,” Beck argued.

“Yes, but if we forget something and have to come back to get it, then we would be wasting even more time,” Stephanie pointed out for the tenth time.

The man couldn’t stand still, no matter the occasion.

She looked around at the rest of their team. There was Beck and Matt, but just behind them were George and Pamela.