I ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED A DUNGEON

Felix took advantage of the moment when the two guards became distracted and crept to the mining hole, hiding behind a pile of wooden crates.

The hole resembled a large well that was a few feet wide at its opening and descended to a depth of several meters. People hung along the walls of the hole with ropes in their hands and swung shovels into the hard earth. They brought up ore with the help of canvas bags attached to the waist. Mainly blue rocks could be seen there, such minerals Felix had encountered many times during dungeon runs. However, the red stones caught his attention, and it had been quite long since he had seen any.

What worried him even more was the small amount of ore collected there. Piles located near the tents seemed too sparse and scattered. "I guess they are draining this place. Mining has been going on here for many years, obviously."

He left the mining hole and moved towards tents, crawling along the ground. Further on there stood a line of wagons that already had canvas covers secured tightly over them. He climbed a tree and perched in its branches, observing the camp from above.

More than an hour later the workers managed to load the wagons. People with swords hanged on their belts inspected each wagon checking whether anything was left untied on the cover or broken ropes. Satisfied with everything, they got on their horses and positioned themselves in front and behind the line of wagons. Several people climbed onto the wagon seats and grabbed the reins, and a sudden whistle in the beginning of the line urged the entire caravan to move forward.

He kept watch for some time, watching the wagons grow smaller and more indistinct in the darkness.

"They must be headed towards the capital. There really is no need for me to follow them. My best bet is that the pressure exerted by Mateo led Marisol to steal the necklace and she has run away with him or somewhere else." He took a deep breath. "I feel sorry for the boy. This is how things turn out sometimes."

He was standing on the branch, keeping track of the last of the lamplight disappearing into the distance as he watched the wagons pass. Then he shrugged. "Might as well do it."

He jumped over to the next tree and then the next one, moving in stride with the wagons at a safe enough distance.

There were twelve wagons moving steadily in the night along a dirt road, their wheels rolling slowly across the packed earth surface, with their canvas roofs swaying gently as the wagons passed over bumps on the route. Eight men rode horses beside the wagons, forming a loose formation of riders, with three leading the line, three following behind and two riding on the sides to monitor the forest edges.

"Do you see anything out there, Bertrand?" called out one of the riders, keeping his voice quiet but audible.

"Nothing but trees – just like an hour ago," answered Bertrand, shifting his position in the saddle and passing a flask to the rider sitting beside him. "Have some, Corentin. There is much traveling still ahead of us."

Corentin took the flask and drank from it, cleaning his mouth after. "One would think, having done this many times, they would allow us to use the shorter path across the valley."

"That shorter path attracts attention to us," Renaud, who was riding ahead of the group, answered without even turning around. "Our boss wants us to be invisible. This means using the longer path."

On the third wagon, there were two workers sitting in the front seats, holding loose reins in one hand and leaning back into the wooden rail.

"Did you hear Odile will get married in the next season?" the first one of them asked.

"Odile? The daughter of the local baker?" snorted the other worker. "To whom?"

"To some merchant’s son from the capital city – apparently, he saw her selling the bread and that was that."

"Lucky man." The worker, holding the reins of the horse, shook his head, guiding the animal smoothly around the bump on the road. "All I have waiting for me back home is a leaking roof and a nagging wife."

The group traveled in that fashion for three hours or so, exchanging information between wagons, with the low talk passing from wagon to wagon occasionally accompanied with laughs or a yawn or two. Eventually, the wagons started to slow down, then to stop in front of the northern gate of the town of Fillipo. The workers climbed off the wagons and stretched their tired legs, as the two riders guiding the column dismounted and walked towards the gatehouse.

Felix stood farther back, concealed behind the trees along the side of the road, keeping an eye on everything from a safe distance. "Noble’s merchant house," he whispered quietly to himself as he watched the guards pass inside.

His stomach rumbled loudly, causing him to wince and place a hand on his belly. Felix raised his gaze to the sky through the gaps between the branches above his head. "A few more hours until the sunrise," he mused quietly.

He leaned against the tree, his arms folded across his chest, waiting.

After half an hour, the gates opened and the same two guards came out again, but this time with six others in tow – men that Felix had not seen since his departure from the city. These men went straight towards six of the wagons toward the end of the train and climbed up, taking the reins into their hands. The other drivers got off the wagons and walked off to stand by the road.

As soon as this was finished, the wagons started moving again, creaking back to life and separating to continue their journey ahead.

As soon as the dawn began to appear in the east, the convoy reached the outer borders of the Fillipo region. It stopped next to the riverside of Saynok, and the leading riders signaled a pause for rest. The workers jumped down from the wagons, leading their horses to water, allowing them to drink and graze the lush grass covering the bank of the river while some of them stretched and shared food.

Felix was sitting several hundred meters away from the convoy, hiding behind a bush, and throwing the pebbles one by one into the soil. Before, he didn’t pay much attention to the river of Saynok, but now he noticed it was significantly wider than he thought before. He could even see fishes swimming close to its surface. "Should catch some on the way back. Dune hasn’t had any fish for quite a while now, I think."

He held his breath and waited. It took much more time than it usually takes than it should have taken and there was something about the duration of their stoppage that made him suspicious. He bent closer, looking beyond the bush and saw that the workers unloaded wooden crates from the wagons, putting them next to the riverside while others were arranging the empty place left after.

"What the hell are they doing now?"

Then boats appeared from the left side of the convoy, emerging from behind the low hill concealing them until now. In each of them were two men, moving with the help of their paddles, driving the boats right to the convoy.

When they docked next to the bank, they started loading wooden crates, passing them from worker to worker into the boats. After a while, a man emerged from among the others, wearing a white robe with the sigil depicting a set of deer horns on his back. He gave them two heavy bags, said a few words and got back to his boat.

"Fucking fuck." Felix felt his jaw clenched and the feeling to shout rose in his throat, but he forced himself not to show his emotions. "It’s the sigil of the Kingdom of Tomorrow, isn’t it? How do these bastards supply our ores to another kingdom? They should be executed for this."

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