The three big goblins who fell to the ground did not provide Zhou Zhongmou with any loot - the tattered leather armor and the blood-stinky cloth armor could not be said to be trophies, but the shield was better, and the only trophies were three war knives. But this qiē could not make up for the loss of Zhou Zhongmou's lost cart, which contained a lot of coins collected from the ruins, as well as some food, seasonings, cloth, and the like. Now Zhou Zhongmou's belongings are the gold coins in his trouser belt.

He didn't dare to look back to see if the bandits had left him with anything, so he just followed the road. "Since these well-equipped goblins can form a gang of thieves, it seems that this road is also a bit oily, and there may be no need to worry about food and water along the way, and there must be civilized settlements along the road. To be honest, this living human from another world has never seen it, and the projections that come out at night in that broken town are all dark blue, and there is no other color, and it is good to be able to see the nose, ears, and eyes clearly......"

The town of Manstort is a small node on the Continental Highway, and as a town on the road network connecting the kingdom and the empire, they have a good day. The town has a large permanent population, with more than 3,000 townspeople, and more than 1,000 merchants and travelers who travel between the two sides of the road. The town has a small squad of soldiers stationed in the kingdom, and the town's self-defense force is responsible for daily patrols and security management, and the mayor and the elder council are considered to be the class that gives command in this town. The mayor also serves as the town's judge, and the town's sheriff and the leader of the Self-Defense Forces are also the local leaders of the town's armed guild, the mercenary guild. Because it is located on a trade route, this small town of Manstor is quite prosperous, and on the day of the meeting, people from the villages within a radius of tens of kilometers will come to the market with their own special products, and the shops in this town are also very complete within a radius of dozens of miles - there are many weapons shops, grocery stores, and blacksmith shops, and even magic supply stores, which are rarely found in ordinary towns. The town's largest industry is the production of all kinds of grain - as a plain on the continental road, the more than ten villages under its jurisdiction are rich in all kinds of grain, meat and milk, and are also the granaries of the kingdom of Southern Yuctobania.

The town had been carved out of the southern counts decades earlier by the then king of Southern Yuctobania - and for three years of civil rebellion in the Kingdom of Southern Yuctobania. Twenty years ago, when the treasury of the Kingdom of Southern Yuctobania was empty due to the war on the continent, the local merchant federations used the power of money to gain autonomy in the presence of the Temple of the Goddess of Plenty, who were nominally and only nominally king's domains, when in fact they only had to pay the national tax every year and provide one-third of the kingdom's grain at indentured parity. The king lost the right to directly appoint the mayor of Manstow and the head of the Self-Defense Forces under the law, leaving only a small squad of soldiers and the right to post a tax collector.

And on this very day, at the gates of the town of Manstor, protected by a rocky wall, the lazy guards of the Self-Defense Force saw a man walking along the road towards the town, and along the way he avoided the carriages that kept moving along the road, and walked to the guards with a gray man's cloak like the most ordinary wandering travelers.

"Stop! Entry tax! A copper coin!" The guards guarding the gate had seen a lot of vagabonds, and it was not surprising that they stopped the man with their spears and gave their orders directly.

The man stood dumbfounded in front of the guards, looking like an idiot. The guards were impatient, and directly pushed this person away with their spears, and the travelers behind quickly walked over, and then dropped a copper coin in the bucket in front of the guards, and then the guards looked at the passenger, flipped through his package roll, and then looked at the long sword that the traveler carried, "Register here! Write down the weapon you carry! Remember to register at the Self-Defense Force office! Otherwise, you will be arrested and sent to prison on the way, don't say that we haven't said it!"

The fool who was pushed away in front of him saw this qi clearly, this guy touched his trouser belt, and then stayed for a long time - finally untied a small round shield from his back, turned it over on the ground, and then sat down behind the round shield, and a very typical begging picture appeared......

Zhou Zhongmou has no psychological burden on begging, "It's just a person from another world, what am I afraid of! Just begging for money and equipment in an online game! Begging in an online game is at least a bit embarrassing, and I don't feel it at all in this other world!" So this slut started his career as a beggar. While being a beggar, he also did not forget to see what human beings in this world were like.

"Wow! The 'humans' in this place are really strange! Redheads, black hair, blonde hair, and so are earthlings. But what are you trying to do with green hair, blue hair, and purple hair? Isn't this heavy metal poisoning? I don't think there would be hair dyeing in this medieval-like ghost place!" Although it is a bit taken for granted, Zhou Zhongmou's idea cannot be said to be unreasonable, at least if it is placed on the earth, these colors properly represent the colors of a series of heavy metal compounds......

This kind of thing, or about the development of this world society, was already known to Zhou Zhongmou when he met the first batch of merchants driving carriages on the road three days ago. Although he could not understand their words or read their words, he was able to analyze what they were carrying goods for and what they were transporting. In order to avoid conflicts, Zhou Zhongmou did not approach to uncover the felt cloth on the cart to see what commodities were below, but analyzed the four-wheeled cart and the horses. "It's really the same, or very similar, like the horses on Earth. But these harnesses are still relatively old, with a hardwood yoke for two horses, and a four-wheeled cart where you can see that the bearings are made of metal, but there are no rubber tires on the wheels, if there is rubber in this world...... Some of the goods that are not covered with felt cloth can be seen as round barrels, these wooden barrels with iron hoops are only seen in wineries on earth. And the clothes on the clothes and weapons in the hands of those merchants and guards could also make Zhou Zhongmou recognize this as the era of cold weapons at the first time—otherwise they should be holding all kinds of rudimentary firearms in their hands, rather than bright swords and spears. The faces of these people Zhou Zhongmou had already prepared, anyway, he saw a lot of dead souls and skeletons, and he could basically judge that the people here were the same as the earthlings.

After being a beggar at the door for a day, Zhou Zhongmou earned more than a dozen copper coins, and this one unashamedly took out a copper coin and threw it into the vat, and then slapped his ass into the town like this - the guards didn't bother to pay attention to the beggar, and they didn't intend to warn him that he had to report his weapons in time, anyway, it wasn't them who caught this guy and stuffed him into prison when the time came.

At the same moment, far away on the silver grassland, it was the noise of gongs and drums, and the huge flowery yurt carriage rolled deep ruts on the grassland, and then walked along the river in the direction of the upstream amid the beating of gongs and drums and laughter..........