As Lin Mo continued reading the letter, his mood improved considerably.

The notice said, "The capital city is the headquarters of the Transmigrators Association, so Su Qing'er is in our care. However... the fee will be doubled!"

As for Sun Ruoxi and Huo Churan, Lin Mo will have to rescue them himself.

The reason is simple: the Transmigrator Association has not been established for long, and Jidong is particularly chaotic, so they haven't had time to establish a base yet!

“Ji Dong…” Lin Mo murmured subconsciously, “Zhao Shu, Zhao Shu. You like playing like this, right? Then I’ll play along with you!”

Next, he paid the Sandglass Inn owner "accommodation fee" for rescuing Su Qing'er, then bought some dry food from the cook, packed his belongings, and left the inn.

He planned to leave the capital through the north gate, expecting to be stopped by the guards.

Strangely, the guards thoroughly checked everyone leaving the city, but when it came to Lin Mo, they only gave him a perfunctory glance before letting him go.

Clearly, the Transmigrators Association had already taken care of everything for Lin Mo.

Lin Mo left the bustling capital city, his figure moving slowly through the vast fields and farms, like a flowing painting. He rode his horse, the sound of its hooves echoing across the empty plains, as if carrying the distant and heavy memories in his heart.

Presumably, the most intense battles he fought during his time in the far north took place here.

According to reports, the commander of the Great Xia was Xiang Yu, whose troops were the elite forces that had defeated Constantine's army.

However, the cruelty of war is unavoidable. If they bravely sacrifice their lives in this battle, their remains will be carried back to the capital and buried in the solemn and dignified Great Xia soldiers' cemetery outside the city.

The soldiers of Dongpango, though numerous, suffered a completely different fate. After dying on the battlefield, they could only be hastily buried in a public cemetery by the lake.

On their towering graves, the victors erected a rough wooden monument with only three large characters written on it: "Invaders".

Brienne stopped beside it and silently prayed for the fallen Great Xia soldiers.

At the same time, he silently cursed the wretchedness of this world. "These scumbags! Give them the slightest chance, and they'll bite back!"

"If I had known, I should have treated you all as Dos people three years ago and exterminated your entire race!"

After the battlefield, a winding road quietly stretches along the coast, like a ribbon, cleverly weaving between the surging gray-green ocean and a row of low and resilient limestone hills.

Lin Mo was not alone on this journey. Along the coastline, traces of many fishing villages dotted the landscape like pearls. Fishermen, carrying fresh fish on their shoulders, hurried along this road to the market, hoping to exchange them for enough to feed their families.

He passed a fisherwoman and her daughters, whose baskets were empty, clearly having finished their work for the day, and were slowly making their way home in the afterglow of the setting sun.

In those turbulent times, Lin Mo's figure stood out conspicuously in the countryside. His appearance caused the already anxious villagers to mistakenly believe that bandits from the Great Xia Dynasty had attacked. The girls who were quietly working stopped what they were doing, whispering among themselves in panic, their eyes filled with fear and vigilance.

However, when Lin Mo greeted them with a smile, his warm smile was like a spring breeze, instantly dispelling their tension and unease. The girls exchanged glances, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes, before quietly dispersing to continue their lives.

"Excuse me, are there any inns nearby?" Lin Mo asked the girls beside him softly.

However, the girls simply shook their heads and quickened their pace, as if afraid of having too much contact with this stranger. In this chaotic era, with people filled with fear, no one dared to easily trust a stranger's face.

Lin Mo sighed helplessly and continued on his way.

Upon arriving at the first village, a group of barefoot boys curiously followed behind his horse.

The fishermen's expressions and behavior embarrassed him.

Because one boy wanted to sell her clams, another wanted to sell her crabs, and yet another wanted to sell his own sister...

Lin Mo bought three crabs from the second boy.

As we left the village, it started to rain, and the wind picked up.

A storm is coming, Lin Mo thought to himself as he gazed at the sea.

The raindrops pounded against his helmet the whole way, making his ears ring, but it was still more comfortable than being on a fishing boat at sea.

"Wuzhong City in Jidong..." Lin Mo thought to himself, "It's still seven or eight days' ride away..."