Chapter 57 – Into the mountains.

Roland was one of the first new arrivals but he wasn’t the last. There were other people that wanted to travel in this large caravan gathering. Luckily the cart he was using was stocked to the brim and most people came in larger groups. This saved him from having travel companions in the cart he chose.

He was sitting at the back end of it, so he also didn’t need to talk or look at the coachman. This was the perfect spot for someone like him that didn’t really see the point of interacting with these people.

While sitting and waiting he glanced outside, he noticed some people gathering. He could see some of the adventurers arriving while wearing various types of armor.

Roland was already someone that had dipped his toes in the blacksmithing profession. He could already spot some areas that were unkempt. Chinks in the armors, old leather belts that were about to snap, and even badly made runic weapons.

He had a small itch behind his ear while glancing at the last category. He wanted to go grab some of those weapons and correct the runic structure. Such an act would give out his profession and he wanted to avoid that.

After spending days on the train without working on any metal he was feeling bored. He didn’t think he would be missing rune crafting and smithing this much. In a world lacking anything that interested him that much and while having no hobbies, creating runic items was his only pastime.

Other than the adventurers he could see other travelers arriving. They all varied by looks, age, and even by their race. The caravan was slowly getting filled up with people and soon they would be leaving.

Roland took note of how many people there were. This convoy of caravans was the largest he had been part of yet. There were even more people here than when he went on that expedition to the mines.

Some of the people that were coming brought their own guards along, so there was some backup for the adventurers that only had slightly more than ten people. By the gear they were using it was easy to speculate what class they had. Most of them as always were holders of the warrior class.

Most of them looked older, thus Roland believed that they should be at least tier 2. It was normal to be a tier 1 class if you were below 20 years of age but just like him, some people leveled up faster. If he continued his old pace he thought he would be at the L25 cap within the year. Now maybe even faster if he entered a dungeon and farmed some XP.

After gathering enough information about his surroundings Roland leaned back into his carriage. He wanted to practice his mana reinforcement skill while he traveled. He couldn’t remove his clothes this time around to get more mana in. With monsters and strangers around it would be unwise to remove his armor.
His mana shield enchantments couldn’t activate on their own quite yet. He wanted to develop a rune that would repel weapons and attacks on impact. He just needed to figure out the minimum requirement for it to activate. If he set it too low it might activate while he was running, while when too high it would be useless.

He had one technique that he wanted to try but he needed more time to develop his crafting. He wanted to try placing the impact detecting components deeper into the metal. With this when a sword pierced into it more than a millimeter it would set off the defensive measure.

It would also need to work with blunt force, like hits from maces. Bending the metal more than it should also set it off. The problem would be to not make it react to other outside forces like gravity.

He couldn’t have it activating if he jumped from a high spot and it turned on when he landed. With his increased stats he could perform superhuman feats by this point. His strength was already above any grown man from his old world.

It would be quite hard to develop something like that but it would be a lifesaver if he got attacked from the back. For now, he only knew how to produce simple runes that activated on impact or on a timer. He could somewhat play around with their settings but he didn’t have full control over it. He was still limited to the hardware and could not affect the software yet.

‘Wonder If it will be possible when I reach tier 2…”

He rubbed his chin while thinking. The biggest drawback of his debugging skill was that he couldn’t see inside the components. It was like looking at a motherboard, he could insert what parts he wanted but was limited to premade ones. He could keep replacing the processor and hard drives that he knew off but he couldn’t affect the software in them. When he achieved that step only then he would feel like a true runesmith.

While he was contemplating some new designs he felt the carriage that he was sitting in jolt forward. They were finally setting off, he could see some people riding on horses and even large birds that looked like giant chickens. They were lankier and their legs had sharp claws than regular poultry.

This journey would take at least a week as they would be making a lot of stops along the way. This kingdom wasn’t a safe place outside the large cities. There were monsters prowling everywhere only shying away from large human gatherings.

These monsters had their migration circles and some even set up their own territories. If they arrived in a new one that some kind of goblin tribe established battle was inevitable. They had a lot of adventurers with them as well as some guards. Roland felt that their group should be able to defend themselves during a fight.

He was only a traveler and not affiliated with the guild for now so he wouldn’t even need to take part in the skirmishes. It was better to lay low, the abyssal cult could be following him now or later. If he stuck out too much word would spread. There weren’t that many mages around and they clearly saw him using a fire arrow spell that time.

Roland looked to his side where he had the weapon that he created. He could pretend that he was a mana warrior with it. With the addition of his blacksmith class, he should have enough strength to match others. His high intelligence would just make the magic attacks that came from this sword stronger.

He heard the people talking and they finally moved forward. The carriage he was riding in was just a simple one which meant that it would be a bumpy ride. Without going into the lotus position he closed his eyes, his mana exercises continued as he needed to increase his mana pool.

This was a bumpy ride so concentrating on his new skill would prove a challenge. On the flipside, this would help him train his willpower and concentration.

The trip continued through dirt roads, he could see the city he was in vanishing in the distance after a few hours. They drove through some villages on the way before coming in for a stop as the night dawned on them.

Even though he didn’t want to mingle with the others, he became quite hungry. The traders responsible for this expedition set up camp. The wagons were positioned in a circle around the campfire, they would act as cover if someone decided to attack them with ranged attacks.

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Roland grumbled slightly while moving his hood over his head. After a life filled with solitude, his linguistic skills started suffering. He had become more socially awkward after years of evading people and hiding from his family. Speaking out to strangers without a reason became harder.

He slowly walked over to the campfire. An older lady was cooking something up and it smelled quite nice. When he got closer his mouth started watering. The people were lining up so he followed suit and placed himself at the end of the line.

After leaving the confines of the large wagon that he secluded himself in, Roland was finally able to see who else was here. There was a mix of races, mostly ones that he had seen before but most of them were humans like him.

Nearly all of the people here were merchants and peddlers. Besides them, there were the adventurers and some armored guards. There also was a family with a baby which caused him to stare. It was an unusual thing for someone like them to travel like this, maybe they were also trying to find a better place to stay as he did.

There was another odd thing that he noticed. Most of the guards were sticking close to a peculiar wagon. It was longer than the rest and he could see that it had some iron bars at the end. Was there some kind of animal in there that they were keeping from fleeing?

He also noticed a peculiar symbol on this wagon. He remembered seeing it somewhere before, he strained his head and finally recalled where he had seen it.

‘Slave traders?’

It dawned on him, he had seen people having that symbol burned into their skin. It was a triskelion symbol which was a shape with three-fold rotational symmetry. This one was circular in shape with three dots on the inside of the triskelion spirals. It was a universal slave symbol and was the calling card of slave traders.

This world was one of war and strife. Things like slaves existed like any other things. There were various types of them, some of which were, war slaves, criminal slaves, and debt slaves.