Compared to Rufa, who reached the foot of Mount Wesula with a teleportation array, it took Gordon and Sigrid a day on horseback to cross the entire peninsula, from the town of Green Wheat on the west coast to the foot of Mount Wesula in the east.

At the foot of the mountain, a few small cabins that used to be used as temporary rests for medicine pickers and hunters when they enter the mountain have now expanded into a sizable camp. Inside the various tents, there are taverns, shops, casinos, brothels......

Not long after Gordon's Adventurer Concession, the first adventurers and businessmen who entered the Hybon Peninsula had developed into a small, vibrant settlement. In a little while, this place will probably become like the Ash Town near the ruins of Tanzawa, a place for adventurers to rest, replenish supplies, and even sell stolen goods before their expeditions.

In order to better attract customers, those operators even expanded the stone road that was originally only for a few people to walk, and paved it into a road that could accommodate two horse-drawn carriages in parallel.

"It's really lively, it reminds me of the barracks." Sigrid sighed. Due to the influence of the water element key in her body, she has also been in the water element form. In the eyes of this quiet Yaling, "lively" may be regarded as a derogatory term. Especially when she saw the prostitutes in the camp who were flamboyant and had enough ravines on their chests to make men unable to extricate themselves, the female knight frowned even more.

In this era, most of the military structure remained in the feudal era. In the Ferreton Empire, except for the legions directly under the royal family with strict military discipline, when the armies of other lords were fighting outside, the military camp was indeed as chaotic as this camp. Vendors, prostitutes, gamblers, and even circuses. All accompanied around the barracks, providing the necessities of life as well as spiritual entertainment for civilian soldiers and noble officers.

However, the lords, who are the commanders of the army, are very welcoming to these civilians who depend on the army like parasites to survive. Because they can not only take a tax from it. It was also considered an effective means of maintaining the morale of the army.

"I don't want my barracks to be as chaotic and bad as this one in the future." Gordon shook his head.

"If you want to build an army like no other, I'm here to help." The female knight said softly.

"We'll talk about that later, but even if you don't like the chaos in the camp anymore, we'll need to replenish some supplies and get some news by the way." Gordon drove his horse forward and entered the camp with Sigrid.

Although this kind of camp is full of adventurers and mercenaries, arguments and fights are commonplace. But Gordon still didn't expect that as soon as he walked in, he encountered something.

"Damn profiteers. Is the water you have here a divine water that has been blessed by the goddess of youth? A cowhide bag actually costs five silver coins! In the tavern of Black Iron City, the best craft fruit wine is only a silver coin per cup! You're robbing! ”

A dwarf yelled at a shop selling drinking water along the street. In contrast to their stubby stature, dwarves have always had a loud voice. So his shout quickly attracted the attention of all the adventurers nearby.

And Gordon noticed, the shouting dwarf. Its skin is grayish-white. It's like not seeing daylight for a long time.

"The grey dwarves who have always been in the evil camp? It doesn't seem that things will end so easily. Gordon muttered to himself.

The guy at the drinking water shop explained: "Guest, we don't produce water, we're just nature's porters. The price of five silver coins for a cowhide bag of clear water is indeed ridiculously expensive in other places, but in this camp, at the foot of Mount Waisula, it is very fair. You know, we're paying a great price. In order to bring drinking water from the east side of the peninsula here. The water itself isn't worth a few dollars, but shipping costs do. ”

"Humph! Sweet talk! ”

Obviously. It is not easy to convince a stone-headed dwarf to change his perception.

The shopkeeper's face gradually turned cold: "Since the customer is not willing to spend money, then please put down the goods in our store." If you are willing to drink the water of the White River, no one will stop you. Anyway, it's not me who went crazy or even died violently. ”

His words made all the adventurers around him change their faces slightly.

The reason why this kind of business specializing in drinking water can flourish in the camp is also because the area of hundreds of square kilometers in the Weisula Mountains, whether it is the soil, water, or flora and fauna, is more or less polluted by the water of the White River. After the initial appearance of the adventurers who went crazy by drinking the water of the White River, everyone chose to bring their own drinking water.

Gordon, who had long known about the pollution of the White River, not only stored enough drinking water in the dimensional bag for this adventure, but also specially prepared a few water-making scrolls. However, not every adventurer has such conditions, and many people can only pinch their noses to accept this high-priced water.

The Grey Dwarf was apparently aware of the pollution of the White River as well, otherwise he would not have been able to come and visit the shop. However, when this short-tempered guy saw the cold face of the shopkeeper, he obviously didn't have enough ideas, so he grabbed three cowhide bags full of water and ran away. Before leaving, by the way, he split an axe on the head of the guy who didn't know martial arts, so that the black tent of the entire shop was instantly decorated with red, red, white and white brain objects.

The adventurers did not stop them, and even took the initiative to get out of the way so that the gray dwarves could escape.

For this store that sells high-priced drinking water, most of the adventurers are almost cursing the bad luck of the black-hearted store while obediently paying for it. So when this kind of thing happened, no one wanted to take action, and they all gloated and laughed at it.

In addition to the unpopularity of the store, the gray dwarves are another reason why no one has done it. Most of this race live underground, and belong to a subordinate race of the Dark Elves. However, there are also gray dwarves who have to leave the underworld and come to the surface to seek a life due to wars, conspiracies, family changes, etc.

And as a gray dwarf who is hostile to most surface races, it is impossible not to stand in a sunlit world. Although this gray dwarf adventurer who kills people and robs water is now alone, behind him, there must be a team of adventurers. And given the clan-based social structure of the dwarves, I'm afraid that this gray dwarf has hundreds of helpers of the same clan behind him. Such forces. It has an overwhelming advantage for ordinary adventurers who usually act in a squad of a dozen people.

The Gray Dwarf mercenary group, which is cohesive with clan blood, no one likes to provoke.

Gordon wasn't afraid of the gray dwarf like the average adventurer. With the Ice Golem in his hand. Even if you really encounter two or three hundred gray dwarf mercenaries, you can clean it up. But in line with the principle of getting into less trouble and keeping a low profile, he is not prepared to meddle in things.

made huge profits by selling clear water, and you didn't pay a penny of tax to your lord, so the ghost came to help you!

Unfortunately, Gordon and Sigrid, who were riding horses, were standing right in the middle of the road. In the case of a large number of onlookers around. The two men could not immediately beat their horses to give way.

And the gray dwarf who had just committed the crime of robbing Qing Shui was extremely sensitive, and when he ran wildly. Seeing Gordon, who was riding on a horse and was very conspicuous on the top, he immediately had a misunderstanding. It pulled out two hand axes from the bucket at its waist, its hands like springs of strength. Open the bow left and right. He threw his axe at Gordon and Sigrid.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The blade of the axe, carefully polished by the grinding stone, flowed with a terrifying glow, and it seemed that in the next breath, it was about to separate Gordon's body.

"Damn the gray dwarves. Isn't it nice for you to put your energy on the wine table, why do you always fight and kill? ”

Gordon sighed helplessly, then stretched out his finger and pointed forward.

Just when the onlookers thought that this mage would not even have time to cast a spell in the face of the sudden attack of the gray dwarf. When the head was split open by an axe, a red flame grazed the scalps of everyone. Then he left a wound the size of a copper coin on the gray dwarf's head.

Although it looks very small, knowledgeable adventurers know that the gray dwarf's brain is probably all burned to ashes by the arcane energy of the fire at this time.

Then, in the midst of two crisp sounds, the floating shield that appeared out of thin air at some point easily bounced off the two flying axes that were powerful enough to split the three-layer chain mail.

There was a sigh from the crowd. A lot of greedy eyes also looked away from Sigrid.

If the mage is killed by the gray dwarf, then his beautiful female companion will surely become the target of many greedy and lustful misdeeds. However, after seeing Gordon's strength, sensible people will dispel those ill-intentioned thoughts.

A mage who can instantly spell spells, defeat a powerful gray dwarf warrior with a single move, and also have powerful magic items, is not something that any adventurer can provoke.

"Let's go, Sigrid. Our plans to buy supplies and find out the news had to change for a while. If the big group of uncles, uncles, nephews, and nephews of the gray dwarf came running in a moment, I am afraid that it would be troublesome. I'd like to save some spell slots. ”

The knightess nodded.

At this time, in the narrow alley formed between the two tents next to her, a middle-aged woman with a face as thick as a mud wall came out. From the revealing clothes that exposed most of her breasts, you can see the profession she is engaged in.

"Two distinguished guests, please come with me, my master is invited." The woman said.

Gordon and Sigrid looked at each other, nodded, and dismounted.

"I've got you." Gordon casually shoved the horse's reins into a man's hand. In the astonished eyes of the adventurer, who had obtained two high-grade war horses worth at least twenty gold coins, the two of them quickly disappeared into the main road of the camp.

"Lord Earl, I don't want to come to this place if I have a choice." Sigrid said in Gordon's ear with a frowning brow.

For Sigrid, the strange smell of sweat and a peculiar bodily fluid, where men gasp and women moan, was not for a good woman.

"Bear with me, I'll take you to an old friend." Gordon patted the back of the knight's hand.

"Old friends? The prostitute? Sigrid was surprised. Her face flushed slightly, as if she was slightly embarrassed that she had uttered the vulgar word "prostitute."

"Of course not." Gordon shook his head.

The reason why he had followed the middle-aged woman to this leather business was because she had just quietly shown him an object—a shiny coin that Gordon knew so well. (To be continued......)