See, even the Drow Elves are so knowledgeable that they have bought a set of Snowwind cards that a certain Dragonborn has evaluated as useless.

Chen Zhou, who successfully earned 5,000 gold coins, said that he wanted to become a knight with more strength and create a more powerful deck!

Donal only hopes that the next time he demos the Strange Thing effect gacha, he won't be turned into a frog by the cursed card.

No, he shouldn't have drawn any snowwind cards!

It's a pity that he can't control his hands every time, and he's a non-chief.

In any case, after bidding farewell to the Drow noble merchant Ini who he met on the road, Donal led the caravan through the normal formalities of entering the city.

The Gatekeepers are the half-deep dragon Drow and the two-headed ogre wizard, both of whom have the emblem of the Guardian of the Dawn on their armor and are members of the city's regular army.

For the main material hillbilly who has never seen the world, such a guard configuration and an ominous procession into the city can be called a monster country.

But in the eyes of astral adventurers, that's exactly what happened.

Anyway, no matter how weird it is, it can't be stranger than catching the sylvestroid who lays eggs in its body and wraps it in a bubble and closes the small black room.

"Register before you enter the city."

Seeing the posture of the C caravan and his party, Banzhuoer frowned slightly, patted the two-headed ogre who was napping and asked the other party to stop touching the fish, and came to everyone with a magic wand.

"Who's the leader?"

Donal greeted him and gave him a 1-ring scroll.

"I'm Donal Brizan, the captain of Caravan C of Aquiz Xuan Co., Ltd., and a trade paladin of Marshal Zhengyi Xuantan, who agreed a few days ago to come to Rossona to do business with the Dawn Escort Iverios Liaton Samirfa."

Skillful enough to identify himself, Donal took out the token he had struck from the Drow Quasi-Samurai in Black Soil Village.

At this point in time, Iverios was probably still dealing with the beast incident in Asare......

At a glance, Ban Drow recognized the genuine token in the caravan leader's hand - Samirfa was one of the twelve Drow nobles in Rosona.

That being the case, he naturally had to find a way to stumble on this caravan.

Because he is a member of the Mirim family.

The guard then glanced at the fifty or so heavily armed caravans of various races behind Donal.

"Your caravan is quite full of martial arts."

All members of the team appeared to have either seen blood under their hands or had been splattered with blood.

It doesn't look like some kind of good caravan, and the wandering mercenaries and robbers are almost the same?

"A caravan without some strength can't survive in the Astral Sea, which is full of deadly Astral Pirates." Donal said this while glancing at the caravan's deputy, "Root, you said yes?" ”

Former pirate captain Goliath warrior Lut immediately nodded again and again: "Yes! There are astral pirates everywhere, and you can see them almost every day! ”

1,000 percent realism.

Banzhuoer's eyes suddenly showed doubts, according to the detection of strange objects, this is still true!?

"Oh, how can a caravan of wealthy holy warriors and carnival dragons have bad intentions?"

"When did you learn this word?"

"At the elementary school in the Great River Territory!"

The moment he saw the Carnival Dragon come forward, the deep dragon bloodline in Banzhuor's body came with a warning - you can't mess with this group of neurotics!

Therefore, the guard pondered for a moment, choosing between the prestige of the family and his own personal safety.

"Alright then, show the goods out for us to inspect."

There is nothing to say about the need to calculate taxes according to the type and value of goods when entering the city.

The drow elves are also elves, and they should pay their taxes honestly.

But as a holy warrior of the God of Wealth, Donal had already written reasonable tax avoidance methods into his bones as early as a child.

At this moment, most of the caravan's belongings are still with Chen Zhou outside the plane.

When the group entered the city, Chen Zhou would go to the Spirit Realm and the Shadow Realm to send the goods over.

Speaking of which, this is probably smuggling rather than reasonable tax avoidance......

In the end, the half-drow did not find anything out of the way from the goods or the caravan, but only let the people into the city after registering their names, races, and beliefs, and collecting taxes.

However, as soon as Caravan C entered the city, he signaled the two-headed ogre to cast a spell to send information about this strange caravan to others.

At a time when the city of Rossona is in turmoil and relations with the Dundarian Empire are becoming increasingly strained, there is no room for such unrest to muddy the waters.

And......

"What the hell is the Marshal of Zhengyi Xuantan and the god of machinery and industrialization?"

Isn't this in righteous and rebellious gods or other secondary worship?

"Someone on Dundarion's side claimed to have contacted a new god last year." The head of the two-headed ogre, which had been touching the fish, suddenly opened its eyes, "I remember that it seemed to be some cat and the god of industrialization, and I heard that there are many blacksmiths and machine warlocks who believe in it. ”

The head of the serious work was puzzled: "Are you sure?" ”

"Of course!"

Hearing this, a hint of gloom suddenly appeared in Bandrow's eyes, the incident caused by the agent of the Son of Evil became worse and worse, in this case, the people from Dundarion's side should not blame him for being polite......

……

Except for Jerry, the C caravan and his party, who didn't know much about Drow society, finally found a place to live for these dozens of people after entering the city.

The Lower Town Coronas is vast and foggy, and is home to most of the poor citizens.

Patches of magically tended farmland are cultivated and tended by the inhabitants of the neighborhood, but for half a month the city of Rosona is overshadowed, and these crops always have the feeling of frosted eggplants.

Because of this, the city's main food comes from the fungus that thrives in the Underground Shadowcounties, an old friend of the Underworld race and a favorite of Coronas's impoverished scavengers when it comes to feeding themselves.

The streets and alleys are filled with residents who have been lightly polluted by their exposure to the wasteland for many years, and the occasional outbreak of violence has raised concerns about the safety of the place.

Merchants are reluctant to clash with local residents and forces.

As the caravan settled, Donal began to take out the goods hidden in other planes from Chen Zhou's hands.

During this time, Jerry thoughtfully recalls what he saw Banzhuel when he entered the city.

"That city guard Banzhuo has obvious deep dragon blood, I didn't expect this group of elves to have such a good time even after coming to the surface."

The Deepdragon is a cousin of the Chromatic Dragon, capable of spitting spores and releasing dread gases, and will mate with Drow under special circumstances.

"In fact, the vast majority of deep dragons are very shallow - Fei capital." Mimics are duly quoted from the dragon encyclopedia of its maker.

"So there's a dragon in this city, too?"

Lily was excited!

(End of chapter)