Descending from the hills, Ron approached the area where the halflings were cultivated along with Bishop Miró of the Church of Urdala, who once had the same name as Brandobris.

"Yudala protects you!"

"May your lord be blessed by the gods!"

The halflings who were working in the fields saluted to Bishop Miró - and Bishop Miró nodded apologetically to Ron - after all, the news that Ron also belonged to the halfling god line, and that his status was much higher than that of Bishop Miró was not known to these civilians.

"It's all sturdy adult men and women!"

"The proportions are very harmonious, roughly equal to one to one!"

Ron accepted Bishop Miro's apology with a smile as Ron began to take a closer look at the entire halfling town.

Obviously, the halflings of the gods put a lot of effort into it—the first batch of 1,000 people, together with the second batch of 2,000 people, a total of 3,000 halflings, were all young people in good health, and the ratio of men to women was close to one to one, apparently the result of full consideration of the monogamy of the halflings.

Moreover, Ron could see that between the fields, the canals that irrigated the fields had been dug and flowed with gurgling water—and such canals started in the middle of the halfling town, and spread throughout the halfling town.

"The drainage system, the irrigation system, and the sanitation are all well done!"

Apparently after careful planning, Ron could see that the entire halfling town was divided into several areas by aqueducts, and had different functions - although some areas were not yet visible, the temple area, the residential area, and the market area could already be seen.

And these structures, even in Ron's memory, only existed after the advent of modern cities.

............

"Odom, go to the market district!"

The halfling town is still under construction, and Ron's trip to the market area of the halfling town is not of course.

So, after a little tour of the town, Ron said goodbye to Bishop Miró and rode Odom to Ilvonburg - since Odom took possession of Nightpupil's body, Ron had an additional means of transportation, and Broken Tooth slept leisurely in the residence that the Lord of Ilburg had prepared for Ron.

After all, on the Isle of Ill, it was unlikely that Ron would encounter a situation that Odom couldn't cause - and if he did, even if Broken Tooth was there, it would be useless.

The market district of Ilvonburg is located outside the towering walls – only pirates and natives can trade with Ilvonburg – so for security and trust reasons, the market area can only be built outside the city.

In fact, the facilities in the market area are still well built, with huge shacks made of huge logs large enough to accommodate hundreds of stalls, and a simple fence encloses the market area. The market administrators are patrolling the market area with a team of armed soldiers, ready to expel the natives and pirates who are fighting noisily.

"Hello, I need some food and slaves!"

Pausing at a separate shack, Ron spoke in common language to the owner of the shack - the people who owned the shacks in the market were the big merchants of Ilvonburg, and this merchant Ron knew - the same person to whom Sibo had sold two ships of pirates along with their ships last time.

At the same time, Ron's use of lingua franca has another meaning, after all, the moonlight rat survives everywhere in Ferron, and Ron doesn't want to be attacked as a little beast, so he can only show himself as a member of an intelligent race.

"Moonlight Mouse, it should be a magic pet!"

"Two gold coins for slaves, one silver coin for grain, one pound for silver!"

Apparently Ron's lingua franca had an effect, and the merchant with the round figure guessed Ron's identity and offered the price cheerfully, but with a slight wave of his hand, Ron immediately saw the slaves in the gray shack - in fact, this group of slaves Ron also knew that it was the pirates who were captured after the sea robbery, but after a month of time, their unruly eyes had completely melted, and their sturdy bodies were much thinner.

As for the grain, the merchant opened a dimensional bag and took out a handful of tiny blue-gray plant seeds—this is the most abundant green rice planted on the continent of Faerun, which can grow in large quantities with only water and sunlight, and in the harvest season, a few coppers can often buy a pound.

But this is Fort Ilvon in the Nälancer Islands, transporting grain across the vast Sea of Swords while evading pirate attacks - a fairly fair price.

"Okay!"

"Ten slaves, five hundred pounds of rice!"

Untied one of the dimensional packets on his body and handed them over, motioning for the merchant to put the food in the packet, Ron then arranged fifteen gold coins on the merchant's table - this included the cost of the grain and the deposit for the slaves, and then took the dimensional packet full of food, leaving an address - slaves were special goods, and the merchant would be responsible for transporting them to the buyer's mansion and then paying the final payment.

As for the grain, the merchant opened a dimensional bag and took out a handful of tiny blue-gray plant seeds—this is the most abundant green rice planted on the continent of Faerun, which can grow in large quantities with only water and sunlight, and in the harvest season, a few coppers can often buy a pound.

But this is Fort Ilvon in the Nälancer Islands, transporting grain across the vast Sea of Swords while evading pirate attacks - a fairly fair price.

"Okay!"

"Ten slaves, five hundred pounds of rice!"

Untied one of the dimensional packets on his body and handed them over, motioning for the merchant to put the food in the packet, Ron then arranged fifteen gold coins on the merchant's table - this included the cost of the grain and the deposit for the slaves, and then took the dimensional packet full of food, leaving an address - slaves were special goods, and the merchant would be responsible for transporting them to the buyer's mansion and then paying the final payment.

As for the grain, the merchant opened a dimensional bag and took out a handful of tiny blue-gray plant seeds—this is the most abundant green rice planted on the continent of Faerun, which can grow in large quantities with only water and sunlight, and in the harvest season, a few coppers can often buy a pound.

But this is Fort Ilvon in the Nälancer Islands, transporting grain across the vast Sea of Swords while evading pirate attacks - a fairly fair price.

"Okay!"

"Ten slaves, five hundred pounds of rice!"

Untied one of the dimensional packets on his body and handed them over, motioning for the merchant to put the food in the packet, Ron then arranged fifteen gold coins on the merchant's table - this included the cost of the grain and the deposit for the slaves, and then took the dimensional packet full of food, leaving an address - slaves were special goods, and the merchant would be responsible for transporting them to the buyer's mansion and then paying the final payment.