Gentle winds, drizzles, and meltwater mixed with snow quietly soaked the fields outside the city. Since the destruction of the Ten Thousand Demon Rock in the Dark Forest, no one has heard of the beastmen attacking the hunters, and the calm and safe living environment has allowed Blackhammer Castle to usher in a short but precious time of development.

Standing by the window, the butler Mouros touched the thick notebook, and looked at the crowd of people coming and going downstairs, and it was certain that this was the most stable period in the history of Blackhammer Fort, the number of civilians was increasing, the number of jobs was increasing, the mines needed more workers, and the roads and repairs and the expansion of the docks also required civilian labor.

After solving the basic food and clothing, the farmers began to try to grow other crops, such as barley, wheat, and so on. At the same time, the market gradually prospered, and as Laheim had planned, the goods traded in the market expanded from a single variety to a variety of goods. As long as it is not a dangerous item like the sub-rough stone, it can be traded here.

For the first time, the docks of Blackhammer welcomed merchant ships from Bretonnia...... For the first time, the inhabitants saw the spices mentioned by their lord. Yes, spices and brocades from the Far East. However, this is certainly not a direct connection, and the goods have changed hands several times before they reach the northern border of Kislev, and many middlemen have made a profit from them.

When you get to Blackhammer Castle, a little bit of pepper and flavor sells for a sky-high price...... Of course, the merchants were not stupid, they knew that there could not be many rich people in a deserted place like Blackhammer Castle, and there could not be a large consumer market, and the spices prepared were very small, basically supplied to the only nobles in the city, the Laheim family.

Yeskovich entered Blackhammer at dusk, wearing an overcoat made of leaves and fur, holding a twisted cane in his hand, and a brown bearskin cloak hanging naturally over his shoulders and down to his calves. Since he had traveled all the way down from the north, he had no time to care about his image, let alone shave his hair on the way, and his mouth was covered with a thick beard. Stacks are scattered like autumn weeds. His strange appearance made him attract the attention of many passers-by on the street. However, he paid no attention to the curious gazes of passers-by.

Before it was completely dark, Yeskovich found a modest-looking hostel. The simple wooden doors are unadorned, and the hostel's signage looks tattered, like a wooden plaque made by the innkeeper himself, with the words "Frans Tavern" written on it.

It is a two-storey cottage in a humble part of the town, opposite the Abbey of Sarak, where the poor gather. Yeskovich knew that this was the case all around the Sarak Monastery, and that the priestesses often gave to the poor commoners, so over time, a large number of poor civilians gathered around the monastery.

"One bread, one cheese each, and a bag of potatoes for me. Thank you. ”

Walking into the tavern, Yeskovich ordered himself some simple food, as an Ersun shaman, he did not have too high requirements for food, or he had been alone for many years, far away from human society, so that he did not have too much silver to pay for these foods.

Ersun shamans, this is a very mysterious profession in the eyes of the outside world, few people have seen them, it is said that these people are the children of the forest, they are intimate and harmonious with nature, almost one with the forest, legend has it that they can understand the language of animals, communicate with plants, and if necessary, they can also incarnate as beasts, therefore, they also have another title - beast wizards.

However, it doesn't matter what he looks like to the outside world, Yeskovich came to Black Hammer not to return to human society, but to carry out a mission that he thinks is very important - to assist Rhodes the Chosen One of Ersun. A month ago, as a shaman of Ersun, he received an oracle from the bear god to send him south, find the powerful human warrior, assist him in the difficulties he faced, and protect him and keep him safe if necessary.

Yeskovich was devout in his belief in Ersun, and at the age of eighteen he devoted himself to the practice of shamanism, and for twenty years, he rarely received direct oracles from Ersun, and not long ago, the bear god Ersun himself appeared to him and asked him to go south to carry out this important task. Without thinking much about it, Yeskovich packed his belongings and headed south from the northern wilderness that night. Find the Chosen One you've never met.

The environment of the tavern is very warm, and the fireplace is a burning fire, which constantly provides warmth to the room. This warmth made Yeskovich feel very uncomfortable, for the past twenty years he had spent in the wilderness, simple leaves and animal skins were his tools to keep him warm, he rarely lit fires, and when it was really cold, he knelt down and prayed to the bear god, and at this time, Erson always gave him strength to get him through. Although it was not a direct manifestation, it was enough to strengthen his faith.

Rod...... He had no idea what he was, and he had lived alone in the great forests and wilderness for many years, so that he had never even heard of Rod's deeds. In fact, the north is so big, and there are large wastelands besides Kislev, and not everyone can hear about those deeds. For people living in the land of trolls, the appearance of a Chosen One is not big news.

Yeskovich sat in the corner, and the tavern maid quickly brought the food. The shriveled bread and the mildewy smell of cheese did not care, and he grabbed the food as soon as the maid served it.

"Look, who's coming? a handsome and beautiful man. "Heavenly

Just as Yeskovich was sitting in his place enjoying the "food", several scantily clad middle-aged women suddenly walked behind him. As soon as they came, they sat opposite and beside Yeskovich, and accosted the uncle in front of them with slightly provocative words. At first glance, Yeskovich is a strange man with a modest appearance, and his extremely wild outfit makes him look more like a wild man than a man from the civilized world. But the prostitutes don't care, what they fancy is the pockets of the man in front of them,

Ruder Finn's development of Black Hammer did not prohibit the development of the service industry, especially the brothel. In the society of the previous life, it was expressly forbidden, however, here, it is indeed legal, people in the medieval world were originally living hard, today do not know what will happen tomorrow, maybe live well today, tomorrow they will be killed and eaten by some monster, or they will die of disease.

Therefore, drinking today and getting drunk today is the status quo of human existence in many medieval worlds. The brothel has its own suitable soil for growing here, and even if it is banned, it cannot be banned.

The women in front of him with heavy makeup were people who specialized in this industry, but in the face of their seduction, Yeskovich chose to ignore it. He stopped several women from tasting his food, and instead stuffed it into his stomach, grabbed the kettle on the table, and drank the full jug in one gulp. Make a gurgling sound.

Several redheads were obviously dissatisfied, but for the sake of money, they still scraped together. They know that with their own appearance, the rich will not look down on them, and can only go to the civilian areas to earn the money of the poor...... It's not much, but it's better than not having a job.

But they had chosen the wrong person, and Yeskovich looked impatient.

"I'm looking for Rod, the owner of this castle, do you know where he is?"

He asked. But a few ignorant prostitutes didn't know where the Lord of Blackhammer Keep had gone, and all they had to do was the traveler's purse.

"Rod, who is it? Is it a handsome man like you?"

A woman who looked to be about the same age as Yeskovich was attached, with two lumps of fat hanging from her chest, one hand on Yeskovich's shoulder, and her eyes were misty.

However, Yeskovich simply and rudely refused.

"You'd better not touch me, tell me where Rod is?"

The shaman glared at the woman and asked. A few fresh green branches crawled out of his strange cane and tied the woman's neck, and the scene before him startled several prostitutes who begged for life, and they ran away screaming, while the woman who was tied around her neck looked terrified.

"I don't know...... I really don't know...... I heard that the lord went south two months ago, and I really don't know where to go......"

She struggled to answer. Before the innkeeper could notice the situation, Yeskovich let go of his cane, and the green branches slowly loosened from the woman's neck......

"The King of Beasts is coming. ”

He muttered......