Chapter 809: Arriving at the Wailing Marsh

Towards evening.

A caravan of a dozen or so carriages was slowly traveling on the main road leading to the Imperial Capital.

At the very front of the caravan was a luxurious carriage with a family crest printed on its door.

Inside the carriage.

Lan Qingyou and Elisa were both looking down, each reading the book in their hands.

This was the seventh day on the road.

Along the way, aside from passing through two cities to resupply, the rest of the time they camped in the wilderness.

But compared to the Magic Beasts everywhere a thousand years later.

There weren't many Magic Beasts on this paved road that had been opened up for the caravan.

But no matter what.

At the very least, it was very quiet along the way, which gave the two the time to calm down and read books.

Of course.

The two weren't only reading books.

During resupply, Lan Qingyou and Elisa also went out shopping for a bit.

It was just that the main thing they bought was still books.

Although the towns they passed through also didn't have facilities like The Library.

But there were still bookstores.

Although most books were leisure works printed by those wealthy merchants or nobles with their own money.

But it was undeniable that a little bit of something could still be obtained from these books.

So...

Lan Qingyou and Elisa would basically directly throw the books in their hands out the window every half an hour.

After all, the intelligence that could be obtained from one of these leisure works written by a noble or merchant was only that much.

As for where the money to buy books came from...

The one hundred Gold Coins Adams gave previously hadn't been used up yet.

Plus, perhaps because he saw through Adams' previous hint, this chubby Arthur would also rush to pay the bill.

Ultimately leading to the money in Lan Qingyou's hands basically not decreasing much, to say nothing of.

It even increased somewhat because they sold some Healing Potions to Arthur's caravan.

Of course.

The reason they chose to sell potions to them was mainly to obtain a batch of potions from them.

To be more accurate, it was to obtain local potions from a thousand years ago.

To see if there were any differences compared to the ones she and the others made a thousand years later.

However, facts proved that since they were all the same formulas, whether it was a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, they were the same.

If there was any difference.

That would be nothing more than differences in the materials used.

Of course, this difference didn't mean there was a disparity in the materials themselves.

Actually, the materials were the same.

The only difference was that Lan Qingyou used herbs that had undergone the erosion of the Curse Corridor and become very old in age.

In comparison, the medicinal efficacy was naturally better than ordinary herbs.

As for how to conduct tests when there were no tools in the carriage...

Don't forget.

There was still Elisa here, this ruthless person who turned her own body into a Crucible.

Nothing else needed to be said, she just needed to drink it.

Then through internal analysis, she could roughly derive some theories.

This couldn't even be considered a big deal to Elisa.

It was as simple as drinking a bottle of plain water.

Clack—

An abnormal sound came from outside.

This was the sound of stopping the carriage.

They had already heard it countless times.

It was just because the inside of the carriage was controlled by Lan Qingyou using gravity.

So there wasn't any swaying.

Even the tea on the table didn't have any signs of spilling.

"You two, it's getting late, let's camp here today."

Not long after the carriage stopped, the chubby Arthur rode a muscular horned horse to the front of the carriage and said to the two.

This kind of thing wasn't the first time either.

Basically it would happen once every day.

"Another day has ended, how much longer until we reach the Imperial Capital?"

Closing her book, Lan Qingyou turned her head and looked at Arthur outside.

"Ahead is the Wailing Marsh, as long as we pass this marshland, walking for about three more days we will be able to reach the Imperial Capital."

Arthur smiled, and said in a slightly respectful tone.

The reason he had this kind of feeling was completely because he had seen the power of these two Alchemists over these past few days.

Especially that Healing Potion.

It was much better than ordinary ones.

Not to mention anything else, just the fact that sprinkling it on a wound could directly heal the wound was enough to shock people.

Of course, it's not that potions with this kind of effect didn't exist in this world.

But that was absolutely not something a Healing Potion could do.

This was the product of fusing the efficacy of other potions with the Healing Potion.

The chubby man who didn't understand alchemy very well made his own conclusion without authorization.

But no matter what.

These two were absolutely not that kind of ordinary Alchemist.

This point was certain.

Although Arthur didn't know alchemy, and didn't know the theories of alchemy.

But as an existence who had been a traveling merchant for a long time and also came from an aristocratic background, he had also seen quite a few Alchemists.

Even if this profession inherently possessed the spirit of research.

But not just anyone could obtain something from research.

Or rather, some people spent their entire lives researching one topic.

And ultimately still hadn't figured it out until they died.

And over here.

Lan Qingyou, upon hearing the other party say ahead was the marshland, also stretched her head out to look forward.

As expected.

Behind a patch of sparse trees and bushes was a marshland rich in aquatic plants.

But unlike the generally grayish marshlands usually seen.

Because of the reflection of the setting sun shining on the puddles.

It made that massive marshland ahead look as if it was draped in a thin veil of gold.

In the magnificence and beauty, there was a sense of poignant beauty mixed in.

This place.

Even if it was called the Golden Marsh, it probably wouldn't be a problem.

But its name was called the Wailing Marsh?

Just from hearing this name, it didn't sound like it meant calm and tranquil.

"It's very chaotic inside?"

Lan Qingyou turned her head and looked at the chubby man.

"Rather than saying chaotic, it's better to say bizarre."

The chubby man shook his head.

"Oh? Bizarre?"

"This word is novel."

Two words, directly arousing the interest of the two Alchemists.

If the other party said things like 'unsafe', 'many Magic Beasts', or 'hard to deal with', the two might not be like this.

But since the word used was 'bizarre'.

Then there must definitely be some reasoning behind it.

Thus, they successively put down the books in their hands, and looked at the other party with great interest.

"Cough cough..."

Seeing the two staring at him with such interest, Arthur was also a bit embarrassed.

Interacting over these past few days had allowed him to slightly understand the two.

These two Alchemists were both the type of people who didn't like to talk much.

Compared to communicating, what they liked more was reading books.

Although they didn't seem to have much respect for books either, not liking to communicate was true.

As a result, they were now staring at him with this kind of look.

It seems he still underestimated an Alchemist's sensitivity towards novel things.

But this was good too.

At least they could have some preliminary communication.

Although the two were stuffed in by Adams under the name of 'protecting the caravan'.

But Arthur knew.

If he really treated the two as simple bodyguards, then he reckoned he wouldn't be far from death.