Outside the Afalia camp, a ragged young man, armed with a tattered rusty katana, hobbled down the road.

His body staggered and staggered, as if a gust of wind could bring him down.

"Damn pot of gold," he muttered to himself, "this profiteer has won all my possessions, and even my wife has left me with her children in her arms."

"I also lost all my brother's money, and I don't have the face to go back to the camp."

"Why? Why would I believe the words of this bastard! ”。 He beat his chest like crazy, and now his clothes were in tatters.

"Why? I didn't make a legacy! I hate myself so much! ”。

The katana was plunged deep into the soil, revealing only half of it.

"Alas", passers-by sighed when they saw this, "Another young man who was persecuted by the Five Can Group, a profiteer, when will he be a head".

The young man looked up to the sky and sighed, then fell straight to the ground, fainting.

I don't know how long it took.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Bob slapped the young man's face left and right with his thick palm.

"Wake up!".

"Poof!"

Another bucket of cold water was poured on the young man's face.

"Wow!".

The young man finally woke up.

He touched his swollen face like a pig's head and looked around bitterly.

"Am I in heaven?"

His eyes were full of confusion.

"Tell me, young man, what's your name?". Hans stepped forward.

"Skin... Pete".

"Okay, Pete, I'm telling you, you're in our team right now, safe."

"Woo woo woo . Pete began to cry bitterly.

"Heroes, I am a person who was persecuted by the Five Can Group, I have been separated from my wife, I must avenge me!"

"Good talk, good talk, stand up and say", Bob grabbed Petra up.

So, Pete told everyone with a handful of snot and tears.

The original Affalia camp has a unique advantage because it is located at the intersection of the Belmar Empire and the Dark Elf Kingdom, and the border trade here is very prosperous.

The people here are very wealthy, and they can pull a cartload of dry goods from the Dark Elf Kingdom and sell them out for a few years without having to work.

However, a few years ago, everything had changed since the man who claimed to be the pot of gold came.

He claimed that his jar could contain legacy equipment and even artifacts.

People's desire to get rich overnight was taken advantage of by him, and they went to his place to open the jar.

As a result, except for a few people who have opened a inheritance, most of them are blue sky and white clouds, and even purple clothes are rarely seen.

He also took the opportunity to offer usury to people, and many people were trapped by him and have been destitute ever since.

"Grown-ups, that's all." Pete lowered his head.

At this time, Yang Jian stood up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'm in control."

Hmph, our group is from this industry.

Yang Jian thought.

The profit of peddling cans is so high, I have long wanted to use these cans.

As the saying goes: when a profiteer sees a profiteer, his eyes are full of tears.

Peers meet peers, and "industry exchanges" are naturally indispensable.

But he remained silent.

"Let's go to the camp first, I'm tired from the journey."