After walking for more than an hour along the rough road, they finally arrived at the town they were going to reach. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's not the thousand-strong military town that Lillard has seen, it's much smaller.

It looks like a small town made up of several villages, houses that have been newly built in recent times, and timber drifting down from the river is piled up by the river.

Most of the inhabitants looked the same as the one seen between Leillard, their eyes numb, and they were more like walking corpses than human.

They obeyed the sergeants' instructions and carried the timber to the shore, some of which were building walls, and a group of men carrying the timber to make houses nearby.

Most of the houses in the town are simple camps made of coarse cloth and wood, and only some of the more high-ranking people are now temporarily assigned to the houses that have already been built. The Vigilant registry where Dummt took them was one of the first buildings to be built, and most of the camps where the soldiers lived were built.

The Soldier Hundreds, on a monthly basis, are assigned to several nearby towns to supervise the surrounding adventurers, and at the same time allow them to freely vent some of their desires among these people. If Lillard had come earlier, he would have seen some of the soldiers come out of a serf's house satisfied.

There was no crying, no screaming, these people, who were sold by slave traders everywhere and certain unscrupulous lords, earned them some gray income. The nations turned a blind eye to this, and the newly captured slaves were well educated with whips and starvation, and those who resisted and escaped were hanged by ropes at the gates of the camps, and after a few months of processing, they were sold to the lords of the place through multiple channels.

Most of the freedmen came from other lords within the Bessac League, or some adventurers, or other people with skills.

If Fideco hadn't said that Lelard was an adventurer, he would have been treated like a serf.

But the group of people really took Lillard as a serf, apparently thinking that they were not dying fast enough.

Like other adventurers' guilds, adventurers are a group of high-income, high-risk, and high-spending people. The economy of the territory is also mostly driven by this group of adventurers. Many of the adventurer's guilds are those who are backed by the real power of the territory, needless to say, the adventurer's guild here is backed by the local head of the Isaya Chamber of Commerce. It could be the Marquis.

A large room, a dimly lit bar, several tables, and a bulletin board for posting missions make up the Minutemen's possession.

There weren't many adventurers gathering here in broad daylight, and occasionally a few people with bitter faces would be seen hurrying to the notice board, tearing off a quest, and then turning around and leaving. It's not at all like the adventurer's guild that Lillard had seen before, a large group of people were eating, drinking, chatting and farting leisurely in the guild, even if they were sleepy, they could go to the adventurer's guild to pay to rent a long-term room for rest.

Thinking of the food crisis here..... There may not be any food supply, and it's not incomprehensible that business has become so deserted.

"Grosso, this is a new adventurer, you register him, his skills are good, almost level six"

Dumut tapped lightly on the table, making a thumping sound in the quiet Volunteers.

A middle-aged man who was about to fall asleep with his arms on his pillow raised his head very reluctantly, looking at Lillard and the group of women behind him, and after seeing that there were elves and centaurs mixed in it, his eyes couldn't help blinking, as if he wanted to see something clearly.

"Centaurs and elves have not been requisitioned, tsk, will your hundred horsemen let it go?"

He looked at the group of women with extremely greedy eyes, and he seemed to smell the smell of gold coins in the air.

"You register first, anyway, our captain asked me to send it. This group of people is from overseas and is strong. They're handed over to you, I'll go back first."

Dumut estimated that he had done a lot of this, looking at the dangerous look in the other party's eyes, he knew that it was useless even if he threatened others, so he could only emphasize the strength of the group of people behind him at this time, and if he said too much, it would make people suspicious.

"New kid, you're really from overseas, don't you know that adventurers and civilians are not allowed to own demihumans and elven slaves?"

Licking his lips, Grosso seemed to feel that he might be able to knock a bamboo pole here, this kind of goods, let alone the nobles in the city, even those knight chiefs liked this tone. If you succeed in making a stroke, you don't have to stay in this shabby little place.

"I don't know very well about that. They are not slaves, they are my wives. Do you have any comments?"

They were pulled by the hem of their clothes, and across the high counter, they didn't see Leillard's big hands clenched into fists.

Lillard hates that his woman is treated as a commodity by others, it's all her own!

"No opinion, every adventurer has an expression and tone like you to speak impolitely to others, my lord has the generosity to treat you without care, fill in the form" Grosso glanced at Lillard with contempt, this kind of irritable guy is too easy to deal with, when the time comes, find a few sergeants who have a good relationship with him, and then work together to frame them, and then bring people to those nobles who need it, and this matter will be settled.

Doesn't this fledgling young man know the dangers of the world?

Looks like I need to teach him a lesson.

Grosso turned over the price card and set it aside, he should have explained it to the group, but now he was not at all interested, and after throwing a few planks on the table, and throwing out a carving knife incidentally, he observed with interest the composition of the group, or rather the appearance of the women.

The thick linen cloth was tightly draped over his body, and the tattered hem exposed the slender calves, those beautiful big eyes, sexy mouth, and the bridge of his proud nose, which made his eyes brighter and brighter, except for elves and centaurs, other women could obviously sell for a good price.

"Ten silver coins for a glass of wheat wine, twenty silver coins for a glass of beer, two silver coins for a night in a hostel room, five silver coins for salted fish rice....." Leillard looked at the price list set aside, and he almost drooled. I've seen it, but I've never seen it so expensive!

"Poor ghost, don't look at it if you can't afford to eat, now that there is a shortage of food, you won't say so much if you can eat"

Listening to Lillard's startled words, Grosso, who was interrupted from his interest, replied impatiently.

With his perennial eyes in and out of brothels, this group of women is not bad, even if he paints his face with ash, he can see it.

"By the way, registration also costs money, apprentice badges, 2 per person, if you have a token brought from the SC area, it is also valid, but you outsiders, it is estimated that there are none. At the end of each month, you have to pay a poll tax on three silver coins, so I don't think you want to be arrested for defaulting."

"No money??"

"We don't run a charity hall, we go out, there are jobs for ordinary people on the dock, either to move bricks or build walls, and we can come when we earn enough money. Of course, you can also borrow from me, borrow two silver coins at noon, and pay back three at noon the next day, if you have any magic weapons you can also pawn, in fact, I personally don't mind you sell these wives of yours for one or two of me, a woman, 2 silver coins. There's no better price than me here."

Grosso looked at the other party's increasingly angry face, and he didn't know why he was so proud.

This kind of expression of playing with people and applauding, and others are helpless.

What's more, before Grosso was assigned here, he was a standard seventh-level warrior in the army, and among a bunch of adventurers, he was already considered a high-end talent. There is no level 6 in front of this thing!

If the other party dares to hit himself, not to mention whether he can touch himself or not, he can beat the other party all over the ground to find teeth, and then accept this group of beauties.

Even if he beat himself, he would be able to call the group of soldiers and take them into custody with righteous words.

No matter how you calculate it, it is impossible for the other party to run away.

Grosso squinted and smiled at the group, maybe he would soon be able to return to the upper city to continue drinking.