Soon after Leg's departure, the men led the camels to the wagon, along with a bag of gold coins and a bag of pies.

Cooper was already hungry, and he didn't care how hot the sand was, so he ran out of the carriage barefoot, pulled a pie out of the bag and stuffed it into his mouth.

Draenor looked to the side, the stream was less than forty meters away, and it seemed that there was no need to think about the water source for the time being.

He learned from a previous conversation with Leg that the town was called "Spiritwater Town", and that the wooden building closest to the stream was the brewery. It is rare to see such a fast river in the desert area of Abel, and the people of Licus took advantage of the unique natural conditions here to establish the only winery in the desert, and the raw materials for making wine are mainly sugar cane grown in the surrounding area.

Leg seemed to admire Draenor's mannerisms, and he thought Draenor, who had such a pure Licus accent, was a knowledgeable explorer, and even invited him to visit the winery alone. In fact, Draenor was the only one who knew that his ability to speak Lycos fluently was entirely due to the Soul Stone in his chest.

He was a little hesitant about Lege's invitation, but it seemed that these people only cared about gold, and it seemed that there was no need to bother to frame themselves, so they simply agreed the time until seven o'clock in the evening.

"Click! Ahem! Cooper coughed violently, and Vickily was a little nervous, she was still haunted by the threat of the tomb robbers, did they really plan to stun her group and sell them to the traffickers?

Draenor couldn't help but laugh when he saw Vickyly's overreaction, he reached out and took out the kettle from under the saddle and handed it to Cooper, only to see the uncle take the kettle and swallow it a few times, and finally let out a long sigh and relaxed.

"I just choked, look at your expression, I must have been victimized again." Cooper elbowed Viklico twice, and Jeanne and Draenor smiled helplessly, leaving Viklico alone sitting with a straight face.

"It never hurts to be mindful, but I learned this from my cousin Fredo." Still unwilling to accept the food from the townspeople, Vikily pulled out the Bedouin's crepes from her backpack and tore off a slice and stuffed it in her mouth.

It seems that Viklico's mysterious cousin is indeed a girl who is used to being thoughtful, and when her own affairs are resolved, she may be able to help her go to another continent to find Fredo's whereabouts.

Jeanne looked at the sun hanging in the sky, got up and walked towards the river with the kettle. Draenor took his pocket watch out of his pocket, and at six forty o'clock, when the appointed time was approaching, he quickly stuffed a piece of pie into his mouth, swallowed it with a few symbolic chews, and turned and walked along the road of town.

The cheers of the inhabitants were heard on both sides of the road, and a rough estimate of the number of inhabitants here was about seventy people, and it was clear that it was too much of a luxury to live in such a large town, and Legge probably took this into account, so it was no wonder that he would call the people here "neighbors."

Some of the treasures that had been parked in the distillery's warehouses had been distributed, and only a small bag of gold coins was left in the hands of each family, but the money was enough for them to live a relatively affluent life.

The townspeople seem to be accustomed to referring to property as "principal", and Delaeno smells a strong sense of commerce in this designation, and it is clear that there is a casual merchant in this town that depends on the brewing industry for its survival.

"Well, at least these guys won't spend their money on crooked ways."

Draenor didn't know whether to feel sorry for the lost elder king or to be happy for these poor creatures who had escaped poverty, at least their lives would not be as bitter as before. He quickened his pace, and hurried to the door of the distillery while the surrounding residents did not notice that he was a foreigner.

It was clear that the distillery hadn't been up and running for a long time, but Draenor could still smell the sweet scent of sugar cane juice standing by the gate.

Lege, the leader of the townspeople, was leaning against the sign and smoking his pipe, while his annoying nephew was playing childish games like a child with empty bottles.

Draenor tidied up his clothes a little, after all, the other party still regarded himself as an explorer from afar, and in any case, he still had to establish a completely different image from before.

"Mr. Lege, have you waited a long time?"

Lege's body trembled a little, and he reached out and lifted the brim of his hat that covered his eyes, and it seemed that he was still very punctual, and he didn't know how long he had slept by this sign.

"Oh no, it's just that there are a lot of business today, De...... Mr. Delano is it? Leg rubbed his sleepy eyes and greeted Draenor.

No, if tomb robbing can also be counted as a kind of business, it is indeed busy enough.

Draenor teased in his mind that he had realized that Leg had taken off his dusty fur coat shortly after returning to town, and had replaced it with a decent, delicate robe that looked like a stunted mushroom with the brown felt hat on his head.

Perhaps this outfit was considered a traditional attire for merchants in the Snowway civilization, and the profiteers he had encountered in the desert had worn similar clothing. Draenor was amused that the bandit who had been yelling at him a few hours earlier had turned into a polite gentleman, and it seemed that he had underestimated the power of money.

Leg waved the workers open the door, turned to Draenor, and said, "I am sorry for what I did at that time, purely because of the special circumstances. You are now the only guest visiting the winery for a few years, without further ado, please come with me. ”

Draenor was a little unaccustomed to the changes that had happened to Lege, and those polite words came out of his mouth like a crow singing a song like a nightingale, but he needed an opportunity to ask the other party about what was happening in Snowway, so he simply walked into the brewery with Lege.

Instead of the mountain of barrels piled up in your imagination, you will see a huge living room that shows how glorious it was before the war. The wooden buildings seen from the town were only the tip of the iceberg of the distillery, and it was unsurprising that the rum industry had such a high status in Snowway.

The living room is about 200 square meters in size, with countless wooden pillars seven or eight meters long supporting the quadrangular pyramidal ceiling, the dust on the floor has left traces of decorations, and directly opposite the gate is a wooden fence that stands in front of the eyes, which looks to be specially customized for visitors.

Looking down from the handrail of the fence are countless huge metal machines, which are supposed to be the distillation machines needed for sake brewing.

"There used to be four or five wineries of this size in the South, but alas, these are just things of the past."

Leg took a deep breath from his pipe, then leaned on the edge of the wooden fence and spat out a few smoke rings at the dusty machine in front of him.

"Spirited Water is entirely dependent on these distilleries, and even its name, 'Burning Water', can make one imagine the strong taste of rum. It's my family business, and I've been trading alcohol with the Snowway royal family since my grandfather's generation. But when the responsibility of running the brewery came into my hands, the brewery became like this. What reason do you want to ask? War, war.

"We people who live on the border will never know what's going on in the south, and the royal family has only told all regions in the country to temporarily stop issuing currency, but what about taxation? And so it goes! When my father was alive, he comforted me by saying that the war would pass after a while, but now it has been almost ten years of waiting, and Snowway's soldiers collected taxes for twenty years at a time, and then disappeared like the world evaporated! ”

Leg sighed and reached out to pinch the perfect smoke ring.

"But fortunately, the area of Lieshui Town is relatively large, so people like us who live in nearby villages have not been affected too much. There is a shortage of funds, we can only hunt like primitive people to make a living, and in the past ten years, the family has only left us husband and wife and that dumb nephew, and everything you have seen before is just forced by life. ”

Draenor didn't agree with Lege's explanation, he didn't know how to evaluate the complicated situation in front of him, in short, everything that happened in this village had little to do with him, he just wanted to take this opportunity to learn more about the situation inside Snowway.

He suddenly remembered the people hiding in the sarcophagus, and asked Leg tentatively

"If the royal family is also depressed because of this war, will you help?"

Legg didn't seem surprised by Draenor's assumptions, and he tapped his pipe on the handrail in turn and stretched out his right foot to wipe the ashes that had scattered on the ground.

"I'm afraid not, my sir. The people devastated by the war are the wild wolves of the wasteland, and if they find anyone with the smell of royalty, the crowd of Blazing Water will surely break him to pieces. ”

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