Sure enough, after changing into this traveler's dress, with the big backpack of the merchant style, Gray did not receive the treatment of "ten thousand empty alleys" after entering this town, and only faced curiosity and suspicion, the hotel in this town is not far from the entrance of the town, and Gray decided to settle here first.

Although with the physical strength of the awakened these days, spending the night in the suburbs is not a problem at all. The big sword or the awakened person is probably the most suitable existence for survival in the wilderness in the world, and the difference between cold and warm temperature is not felt at all, and the amount of food is small, so there is no need to desperately consume protein every day, as for the poisonous snakes and beasts, they are even more avoidant, and the demons that ordinary people are most afraid of are not a problem, and they have never encountered them along the way. But now that I'm in town, it feels weird to sleep on the streets.

"Ding—"

When Gray pushed open the door of the inn, ringing the small bell on it, the young man who was sweeping the floor in the room turned to the door with a smile, "Ah, welcome." Are you looking for accommodation? ”

"Hmm. I'm a small businessman. Gray responded with some embarrassment, in addition to talking to himself in the past few days, he has never spoken to anyone, and now he feels that he is not very good at speaking, although he was the kind of taciturn before, but every day when dealing with people, even if he cherishes words like gold, he also talks a lot.

"Then let's register here." The black-haired young man casually propped his broom on the table and walked behind the wooden counter.

On the way to the counter, Gray looked at the layout of this place, from the outside it is a two-story building, and the area of this building is not too large, with six tables and a few chairs, like a restaurant, so the second floor should be a place to stay, but it can be divided into five or six rooms from the top of the sky. But looking at this empty and deserted appearance, it is estimated that even this is not satisfied.

"Guest, where are you from?" The young man flipped through the registration book and asked casually.

"Uh..." Gray was speechless, saying that he was from China, okay? Let's make it up a little more reliable, "That's from the East Soil... No, from the London Village of the East. ”

"Oh, is it far from here?" The young man looked dazed, obviously not knowing this place, of course he would see the hell if he knew.

"Sort of." Gray turned his head away from him, and pretended to change the topic as if nothing happened, "Anyway, this is the direction, what is it called?" ”

"It's a south-central place here." The young man paused as he flipped through the register. Will there be a businessman who doesn't even know where he is? But soon he covered it up, "This is the town of Plainsville. ”

"Well, nice name." Gray nodded, but what he actually thought was complaining: It's a long time! I can't remember it all over again. But now I'm lucky to be in the south-central region, at least I don't have to worry about getting involved in any big incidents as soon as I come up.

"Guest, what's your name?" The young man picked up his pen and straightened out the blank pages of the register.

"Hmm... Gary. "Fortunately, my name seems to be mixed between Chinese and Western, if it is called Ye Feng, X Yixuan or the like, I am afraid that I will have to make up another one temporarily.

"Guest, what are you selling?" The young man lowered his head and wrote Gray's name, as if asking casually.

"Well, clothes and stuff, they're just second-hand." Speaking of this, Gray looked at the ceiling a little unnaturally, the so-called "goods" in his bag behind him were all collected in the last town to collect some clothes that the villagers hung outside, of course, he didn't take it for nothing, because those people were hiding in the house and didn't dare to come out, so he could only symbolically put eight or nine gold cylinders on the drying rack, who made himself unclear about the purchasing power of this thing, but since it wasn't paper money, at least it wouldn't be too worthless, right?

"That's it." The young man's hand trembled. Traveling long distances to sell second-hand clothes is something that idiots would do.

"Do I need to pay for the travel expenses upfront?" Gray looked at the words he wrote in the book, and his thoughts began to diverge again, the writing system of this world is certainly not alphabet, nor does it look like hieroglyphs, but like the so-called cuneiform after its evolution and abstraction.

"yes." The young man felt that his throat was dry and painful, not to mention the travel expenses now, if he was not afraid that the "person" in front of him would storm him, he would simply want to pull his legs and run.

"That'...... Just stay for two or three days. Gray rummaged through his backpack for a while, grabbed three golden cylinders and placed them on the table, and asked, "Is this enough?" What is this called? "Saying that, I pressed down these cylinders that were about to roll down the counter, this is the currency designed by that idiot, it's not convenient at all, is there any.

"Enough, enough, and this is called Billa." The young man only felt that his legs were weak, and he could hardly even stand. It is almost certain that the guy in front of him is definitely not a human, at least not a normal person. Are there any businessmen in the world who don't even have the concept of money?

"The rooms above were all empty, except for the innermost room of my own...... Uh, no! You can live wherever you want! The young man was sweating profusely, and his face was wrong, "Oops! I suddenly have an urgent matter, so let's go out first! After speaking, he stepped back to the door in the face of Gray, opened it with his backhand and ran away.

Gray was stunned for a long time, grabbed his money on the counter, put it there in his registration book, and went upstairs with his backpack. I'm still wondering: just throw the store here? Is it because the folk customs of this world are too pure? Aren't you afraid that you will run away with his money?

……

The young man ran to the fork in the road, and was faced with a difficult life decision: whether to go to the mayor first, or to inform his new wife who was washing clothes on the other side of the stream.

As mentioned earlier, this world because demons can turn into human form, so people's vigilance is very strong, and the vigilance of outsiders is even more extreme, although each town does not have a person specifically responsible for checking the household registration, but the innkeeper is basically concurrently doing this job, and after finding something wrong, he has to immediately notify the mayor, and then let him take the idea, but most of the countermeasures are entrusted to the big sword to get rid of the demon.

Eventually, the young man chose a path, and ran to the creek in the town, where he shouted out to a young woman with long black curly hair, "Claire! Don't go back to the store tonight. ”

The young woman named Claire was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically, "What's the matter, Calvin?" ”

"I'm going back and I'm explaining to you! In short, don't go back! The innkeeper named Calvin took a few breaths, and after finally telling his new wife not to go back, he turned and ran to the mayor's house.

……

The mayor, who is over fifty years old and is considered a "high-life-expectant" in this world's average life expectancy, looked at Calvin with his mouth open and almost dislocated, his eyes were about to pop out, his lips trembled, and he asked inarticulately, "You say it again?" ”

"A demon has come in!" Calvin stomped his foot in a hurry.

The mayor, who was basically bald on the top of his head, collapsed directly on the wooden chair behind him, and kept muttering to himself: "What can I do about this!" What can I do? ”

"Greatsword, please!" Calvin proposed with his hands on the mayor's table.

"Last time...... They won't come. ”

The mayor's face turned pale, remembering what had happened not long ago. A big sword passed by the town of Plainsville, and then casually slaughtered two demons hiding in the crowd to watch the excitement, it stands to reason that this is a good thing, but the problem is that as long as the big sword is shot, it doesn't matter if it is requested by you in advance, but it will be charged! And the price is not cheap! It is enough to make a small town that was once rich and destitute after a single commission.

After this kind of incident, sure enough, a man in black soon came to charge a big grin, they wanted to use "no commission" as an excuse to make a price, which Cheng wanted the man in black to smile "hehe", turn around and leave without saying a word, no matter what it is called.

Even in this remote country, they knew very well the rules of the Great Sword Organization: then they should not expect to accept the commission again. But after all, people have a fluke mentality, I thought that I would not see a demon in many years, and I should not need a big sword in a short time...... But who would have thought that whatever you were afraid of would come.

"What then!" Calvin thought for a moment, "Get everyone together!" ”

"What a joke!" The mayor immediately dismissed this opinion, he is a knowledgeable person, not to mention the camouflage ability of demons, just the speed and strength of demons are also overwhelming to human beings, even if it depends on more people to die, at least it has to be the kind of holy capital where everyone wears armor, throws guns into the rain, and marches like a wall, more than a dozen people in the countryside, wearing cloth clothes, want to stab the demon to death with a dung fork? If it's so easy, what kind of big sword do you need?

"Is it still in your store?" The mayor of the town also seems to have calmed down, and being elected by everyone as the mayor of the town will naturally not be a waste with nothing to do, either he is strong and can convince people by force, or he is experienced, wise and resolute.

"Yes, it looks like a human and wants to stay in a hotel!"

"Calvin." Mayor Mare's hands were crossed with his fingers crossed, and his chin was propped down with his palms down, "I'm afraid I'm going to sacrifice your shop, but of course, I'll ask everyone to help you rebuild it afterwards." ”

"Good!" Calvin hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement, although the shop was inherited from his deceased father, it was clearly not the time to feel sorry for this.

……

The whole town of Plansville quietly moved into action, and in the evening a dozen young and vigorous young men, carrying firewood and kerosene, lurked in the shops and houses near the inn.

"You go and make sure, if he's still inside, you can quickly find an excuse to come out, and then we'll act!" Around the corner of the street, the mayor confessed to Calvin.

"Okay." Calvin took a few deep breaths, took the flask handed by the mayor and took two sips, and was about to act, when someone greeted him from behind, "You're finally back." ”

Hearing this, Calvin froze as if struck by lightning, and turned his head stiffly, looking at the target of the operation. The name seems to be the demon named "Gray", and he is now dressed in a brand new outfit, like he just bought in Webster's store, and you ask him why he knows, because he has been looking at this suit for a long time, just because it is expensive......

"I saw that you haven't come back, and I think it's probably fine, so I'll go out for a walk, and the things you sell here are pretty good." Gray looked at the handsome hunting suit on his body again, and estimated in his heart that some of his second-hand clothes must be unwanted, and then moved his gaze to an old man who was about to fall down against the wall, "Who is this?" ”

"Our mayor here." Calvin replied like a marionette.

"Mayor Mare." Gray was stunned, the mayor ran over with the shopkeeper, shouldn't he come to talk to him about business, it is a bit biased here to estimate that it is rare to come to the businessman. Thinking of this, Gray put on a friendly smile and stretched out his hand, "Hello, I'm a passing merchant. ”

The smile on the mayor's face, as if pulled out by an invisible hand, trembled and stretched out his hand, "Welcome to the town of Plainsville, I'm Mayor Mander here." ”

Gray was still wondering if the mayor had a stroke, causing his crooked mouth and eyes, but now after shaking his hand, he confirmed his guess.