The caravan chose to live in the backyard of a liquor and liquor shop in the northwest city called Watt Drink. This is the best time to make wine, so most of the guys in the shop have gone out of the city to make wine, and the backyard is empty, leaving only the store to sell sake.

After a day of hurrying, even if everyone's physical fitness is stronger than ordinary people, it is inevitable that they will feel tired, and they can't even wait for the time to take a shower, so they fall asleep on the bed. As the leader of the Real Man Adventure Group, Krutave has the duty to take the wounded to the city of Flo to find the temple to treat the injuries and corpse poison, and by the way, report the encounter with ghouls and the church on the way.

Garriman was not so tired after a day's carriage, but he had also been running around for more than half a month, and there was a period of time when he couldn't eat or sleep well in the forest, and now he could have a separate room, and when he saw a bed and a quilt, he felt tired, but he hadn't taken a bath for so long, and Garriman also felt itchy and unbearable, so he had to doze off while boiling water, and after washing the chocolate together, he lay comfortably in the quilt, and his sleepiness swelled up, so he fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept like this, until Garriman was awakened by the noise, and sat up in a hurry, and the chocolate that was a little wild in his sleeping position crawled onto Calliman's chest and shrunk under the covers, and Garriman rolled down with a grunt when he sat up, and was also awakened.

Now there are glass windows in the house, not to mention glass windows, not even paper windows, and the ventilation openings are all windows made of wooden boards, so when Garriman looks at the windows, he can only see a subtle light shining in.

Only the wooden windows could block the light, but they could not stop the sound of a wave beating a wave, and Garriman lifted the quilt and got up, although he was wearing thin underwear, he did not feel the slightest cold. This is not that Garriman is so strong that he is not afraid of the low temperature of one or two degrees in the northern winter, but the current temperature is indeed not so low.

Garriman walked up to the window and pushed it open, and with the glare of sunlight projected into the room, there was a mixture of "whoa, whoa, whoa" and countless shouts and cheers, all of which were mixed together, making it difficult to hear what was being said in the distance, except that the adventurers who lived in the same backyard in the courtyard were shouting greetings with their hands raised in the courtyard.

"Praise the sun!"

"Thank the gods for the light that drives the darkness away from me!"

Stimulated by the sound and light, the sleeping chocolate rolled around the bed twice, and then unconsciously got up, shaved his face with his paws, and complained: "Who is there in the early morning?" ”

"It's those who celebrate the sun's re-illumination of the earth," said Garriman with a blank face, "Humans are a race accustomed to the light after all, and the sudden dark experience of these seven days has brought too much panic, and now they need to vent the negative emotions accumulated in these seven days by various means. ”

As he spoke, Garriman put on all his outfits and put all the props in his pockets, especially the [Initial Fire], which is the most precious thing in the entire family, and it is also related to the key props that he will start a piece of territory in the future, so he can't afford to accidentally and carefully wrap the Initial Fire around his waist with a belt.

"It's time to get up, now that the props are basically used up, you have to go out to buy raw materials to make prop scrolls, and you may be able to have a big discount when they carnival." Calliman's outer robe and cotton coat were torn by the ghouls, and the rest of his clothes were almost rotten, so he had to wear leather armor outside.

Chocolate didn't need to wear such a troublesome outfit, she grabbed Galimane's pants and climbed all the way, and then was put on his shoulders by Garriman.

Pushing open the door and walking out, there was already a sea of bustle outside, and one of the deputy leaders of the Real Man Adventure Group who had contacted Kaliman at the beginning, and now the chainmail man Sharfsky, who was now named, was happily taking out coins and giving them to the owner of this backyard, the owner of the liquor store, in exchange for several barrels of ale from him, and then drank it with the other adventurers.

Seeing Garriman come out of the room, Sharfsky raised a large wooden glass foaming with wine foam and greeted from afar, "Dear Mr. Mage, do you want to come together to celebrate the reappearance of the light and praise the sun?" ”

"Oo.........oo

"Praise the sun!"

The adventurers around him gulped and sold wine, obviously already a little drunk, and randomly found a reason to toast, and some people took the lead and coaxed together, and the wine was sold one after another.

"No, the mage needs to keep his head clear, and he can't drink." Garriman found a reason to shirk it, mainly because he didn't want to drink early in the morning, it was not good for his stomach, and getting drunk would delay the day.

However, the owner of the liquor store is here, and Garriman also happens to need his help.

"You're looking for a guide who knows the city? No problem," for the sake of Calliman's face of giving money to buy wine, the owner of the liquor store pushed out his son who was following him, "This is my son Little Bow, who often delivers drinks to various restaurants, especially in the northwest area, if you want to buy something, just ask Little Bowde to lead the way." ”

From the backyard to the street, the jubilant atmosphere is even more obvious, and Garriman avoids the crowd and says to Bowde, who is following him, "Do you know that there are shops around here that sell some strange materials?" Or an alchemy shop that buys and sells spellcasting materials? ”

There weren't many mages on the Northland side except for the front line, and Garriman didn't feel that there was a shop here that specialized in providing materials for mages to buy and sell, so he asked casually.

Bao De lowered his head and thought about it carefully, and shook his head, "I have never heard of such a store in the northwest city, and most of the things sold here are grain and herbs. ”

"Alright then, let's go to the jewelry store or the pawn shop first, do you know where it is?"

"I know where this is, do you need to sell something?" Bald looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, a little younger than Galliman, officially at the end of the tail of the curious age, seeing that Garriman was not a few years older than himself, with a little black cat on his shoulder, and he was relatively gentle, so he asked.

"Yes, I've almost run out of coins along the way, and I have something I want to sell for some money." Garriman took out the only remaining [Identification] scroll and shook it in front of Balde's eyes, signaling that this was what he was selling.