Herag’s question was indeed just out of curiosity.
Robert was surprised and said, "Sir, how did you know it was me following that day?"
He remembered he was far away that day and had found cover to hide, so Herag couldn’t possibly see his face.
"Don’t worry about it." Herag naturally wouldn’t answer his question.
Robert thought to himself, Mystics have many methods, so knowing it was him was quite normal.
He said, "Originally, according to industry rules, I shouldn’t say anything. Even if tortured, we have to adhere to professional ethics. But since it’s you, sir, asking, I will answer."
"The one who hired me to assassinate Josh was actually Count Hu En."
"Count Hu En?" Herag was somewhat surprised by this answer, but not entirely.
Robert laughed and said, "I also don’t know what these nobles are thinking, hiring assassins to kill their own young child. But as an adventurer, as long as they pay me enough, I won’t bother with the reasons."
Herag nodded and said, "I understand. You may leave."
"Take care, sir!" Robert solemnly bowed, then quietly closed the door as he left.
"Count Hu En, huh? Looks like he’s picked an heir for himself, though he might not need to choose since he can live many more years now. No wonder he was vague about the origin of the Resentful Doll back then; he was afraid of this matter being exposed." Herag shook his head, deciding not to dwell on this noble family’s affairs, purely as an observer.
Three days later, Milo visited in person, bringing Herag the necessary documents.
The name of his new identity was Jelant Logan, a fallen small noble from the countryside near Storm City, who became an adventurer due to declining family fortunes.
This time, he was heading to Doris Kingdom, hoping to explore new opportunities.
All the official documents were in order, with detailed identification that no one could tell was fabricated, sparing Herag a lot of trouble.
Although Herag could enter Doris Kingdom through unconventional means, fewer complications are better, so it’s best to go through normal channels.
He looked at the identification for a while, then raised his head and asked, "Does this Jelant actually exist? This identification is too real."
Milo laughed and said, "There’s always a fool who will sell anything for money."
He just chuckled without saying much more, but Herag understood the underlying meaning of his words.
This Jelant, most likely, was no longer alive.
"No wonder this identification is so genuine, because he was real to begin with." Herag didn’t know what to say as he tucked away these documents.
To get things done, Milo would certainly eliminate Jelant. He wouldn’t want a situation where Herag was holding the identification, only for someone to burst out and declare themselves as the real Jelant, ruining Herag’s plans.
For Milo, pleasing a Mystic was definitely a good thing.
So killing a fallen small noble was just a trifle to him, as long as it helped the Mystic accomplish his tasks.
Herag sighed inwardly, "Is this the fate of the weak? To lack the strength to even know why they died. Your destruction is none of my concern."
Three days later, on the Dragon Ridge Highland road, a large caravan was slowly moving forward.
This caravan seemed to have three to four hundred people, including merchants, slaves, and accompanying guards.
There were about a hundred guards, some dressed in uniform armor, likely from a powerful adventure group.
After all, the full set of uniform armor was quite expensive, only affordable to elite members of powerful adventure groups.
There were around fifty fully armored guards, accounting for just a small portion of the guards.
The other guards had varied attire, clearly a group of adventurers constantly roaming the edge of life and death.
Such large caravans often hire these adventurers; while slightly weaker than powerful adventure groups, they are cheaper.
These adventurers have a fervent pursuit of money; a caravan only needs to shout in an adventurer hall for countless adventurers to volunteer and compete to join the caravan.
With many people, the price became negotiable; merchants would never overspend, offering the lowest possible price.
Although adventurers secretly cursed merchants’ stinginess, they could only smile and display their strength, flaunting their muscles, and recounting past experiences, striving to show their worth.
Fail to impress, and the job won’t come to you; competition among adventurers was fierce, and the pressure intense.
Large caravan jobs were the most comfortable; although the pay wasn’t high, it was much better than ordinary task rewards.
Most importantly, large caravans rarely encountered danger; no foolish bandits would rob such a massive caravan, as it would be seeking death.
This greatly improved safety.
With safety and decent pay, adventurers naturally clamored to join.
This caravan carried large quantities of goods ready to be shipped from Violet Kingdom to Doris Kingdom for resale, with profits reaching six figures in gold coins for a successful trip.
The journey was lengthy, taking six months for a round trip, and profits could be uncertain if unexpected events occurred.
Losses were inevitable, the extent mattered.
The total loss was rare, happening only if everyone in the caravan died or fled, which was unfortunate.
Dragon Ridge Highland was the necessary passage from Violet Kingdom to Doris Kingdom, with high altitude and wide roads that perfectly accommodated such large-scale caravans.
Herag lay on a bed in a carriage, beneath it a fixed stove simmering coffee, its aroma wafting through the carriage.
His carriage was nicely decorated, with all aspects being top-tier.
The exterior, however, looked ordinary, showing no signs of luxury inside.
Milo prepared this specially for him, the humble exterior prioritizing discretion when traveling.
Herag’s carriage was situated in the middle of the caravan, allowing him exclusive use.
The rest of the caravan had heard rumors about his identity, knowing he was a small noble whose family wasn’t doing well, thus seeking opportunities in Doris Kingdom to restore his family’s glory.
Herag spent the past few days inside the carriage, rarely appearing outside.
According to reports, the caravan needed about a month to cross Dragon Ridge Highland; the journey ahead was long. Latest content published on NovelHub(.)net
Beyond Dragon Ridge Highland, it would take two more months to reach Doris Kingdom’s border, marking a lengthy voyage.
The scenery on Dragon Ridge Highland was monotonous, with few tall trees and sparse vegetation.
The caravan’s established route had consistent water sources for replenishment. Several carriages were stocked with supplies to survive the highland, enabling resupply once off the highland before continuing the journey.