Karl kept walking, so that anyone who might have been alerted of his presence wouldn't be tipped off that the woodcutter had talked to him, and consulted the team.
[What do you think? It appears that the others didn't get sent here, so we're on our own for a minute. Should we head through the woods for safety, or take our chances on the road, where we know we won't get lost?] [How tough could they be? There are five of us.] Rae replied, not concerned.
She had a good point. He wasn't alone, and that seemed to be the real concern of the woodcutter.
Karl activated [Flaming Body], then changed to his much more battered set of armour, with the green tunic, and began making his way down the road.
[Wait, I have a better idea.] Rae informed him, and Karl paused at the side of the road.
She made him a rough woven duffel bag that looked like cheap canvas, then left her space to chop up a log and stuff it inside before rolling the bag in dirt. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
[There, now you look like a hobo.] Rae laughed.
Karl laughed and slung the duffle across his back as he walked down the road at a steady pace, not quite jogging, but a comfortable fast walk for a warrior type Elite.
It was already getting dark, and he didn't want to be too close to the village when the sun went down. He still had plenty of energy, and the ability to see in the dark, so there was no real reason for him to stop moving. The bandits would have a harder time attacking at night without him detecting them first, and they might not even be set up.
If it was anything like home, then few people travelled at night if they could avoid it. Karl didn't know if this place had cars, as he didn't see any in the village, and the woodcutter was using a mule. But woodcutters used mules or horses at home as well, it was just more efficient than trying to move machinery through the woods.
Rae got to work and made him a new coat with a hood, and a low hem that almost dragged on the ground. It was the adaptive coloration silk, and would make him nearly invisible in the dark as he jogged along the road. But when there was no mana in it, the coat would be five different shades of green brown and black patches.
Karl activated the coat and put the duffle back over his shoulder. Every little bit would help as the night got darker, and clouds rolled in. With no moon up and the stars obscured, it was incredibly dark out, and nothing was moving within earshot as Karl began to jog with [Silent Movement] activated.
He brought up [Eternal Lightning] to keep his stamina up, and settled in for a long night of running through the woods, until his normal day would have been up.
He didn't know what pace the old farmer had intended when he said that Bunga was two days away, so it would be better to make up time today, and then find a good camp during the daylight hours.
Just after midnight, Karl saw the first signs of life along the road. There were two people high in trees on either side of the road, and a large group gathered around a campfire, looking like they were asleep.
They might just be resting, but thermal vision showed them laying down.
[I will move to the left of the road, far enough that the humans shouldn't see me. If they do, then Rae will send her Golems against the archers in the trees first. Try to take them out before they can send out a warning.] Karl cautioned
[They're hiding their power. That's a neat trick. I wonder if it's a spell? I can tell that they're powerful, but not how powerful.] Rae pondered.
Karl thought about it and realized it wasn't actually a difficult trick. If he had no active spells, he could just focus his energy inward, and most of his power signature would be masked. That would make it harder to detect him if he was hiding in a tree, but it would also leave him open to attack.
[Are we not going to do anything?] Hawk complained.
[Only if we have to. We have places to be, and I don't know how strong those thieves are with their power shielded. The villagers did warn us that there are much more powerful things in this country.] Karl reminded him.
[Still, wouldn't the Red Dragon be happy if we eliminated bandits? Bandits make Orphans.] Hawk suggested.
That was a bit of a stretch, but Karl could see how enthusiastic the beasts were.
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