Golden Wheat City.
A caravan riding land birds and goats is slowly approaching the city.
This peculiar caravan makes passersby frequently turn their heads.
After all, riding land birds and goats looks quite strange.
As this odd caravan was about to approach the city gates, the guards had already noticed them.
"Halt!"
The strange caravan was stopped.
The Guard Captain looked at them.
"Who are you? What are you doing in Golden Wheat City?"
Although Golden Wheat City can’t be considered a small town, this caravan seems rather strange.
Their mounts are the main reason; a group composed of humans, dwarves, and half-elves is nothing unusual.
"I am Shalika T, the president of the Pointer Trading Company."
Shalika said.
Hearing this na, the Guard Captain gave the young girl a glance.
Frowning, at this ti, another soldier said a few words beside him.
The Guard Captain finally nodded.
The half-elf nearby handed over a small pouch.
The Guard Captain took the pouch, shook it, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Miss Shalika, welco ho."
Shalika smiled and nodded, leading the Night Watchers behind her into the city.
Walking in the city, guiding the land birds and goats behind them.
Eric observed the surroundings.
"This place looks much better than Rubek."
At least there are hardly any refugee camps outside the city; inside, you can see so beggars and civilians, but it is far better than Rubek.
Shalika said: "This place is far from Rubek, and to get here from Rubek, you have to cross a mountain.
If it weren’t for the land birds and war sheep, it would take us much longer to get here."
Eric couldn’t help but nod, it was indeed so.
For refugees, coming here is evidently not a good choice, which also makes Golden Wheat City look not very different from before.
"But the atmosphere does feel very heavy," Shalika couldn’t help but say.
She hadn’t left this city for even a year, yet the mood of these residents was evidently not great.
The loss of half the kingdom’s territory is a significant blow to all citizens.
Eric looked at the map and saw the red dots occasionally appearing within their field of vision.
"This place is not safe."
Shalika couldn’t help but nod: "I didn’t expect it either."
They arrived at the rear of the city, where they could gradually see the nearby mountains.
Leaving the bustling streets, passing through a small plain, along a creek, they saw an estate.
"Welco to my ho."
The maid cleaning at the estate entrance looked outside and was shocked.
After recognizing Shalika, instead of greeting her joyfully, she stared wide-eyed in horror and ran madly into the building.
"Looks like your family isn’t welcoming you?" Eric couldn’t help but say.
This situation prompted the male who had been following Shalika to step forward.
"Miss, it seems..."
Shalika waved her hand: "It’s alright, Colin. We anticipated such a situation long ago, didn’t we?"
After all, the president of the Comrce Association and critical mbers went missing together.
It’s been over half a year.
Thinking that the Comrce hasn’t been taken over by others seems impossible.
Soon, a well-dressed plump man strode over.
He was followed by so servants.
Arriving at the entrance, he couldn’t help but open his eyes wide.
Gazing at the Night Watchers outside and Shalika standing at the forefront.
Shalika stepped forward.
Her figure instantly disappeared.
Then she appeared beside the plump man.
"Uncle, long ti no see."
Surrounding servants were startled and quickly stepped aside.
And this man, whom Shalika called uncle, widened his eyes.
"How did you..."
As if his neck hadn’t been lubricated, he stiffly turned his head.
Looking at Shalika, who was grinning beside him.
"Shalika, haha, it’s been a long ti. I thought I’d never see you again."
"It was close, but thankfully the world showed rcy to ," Shalika laughed.
She walked slowly to the entrance gate and opened it.
Allowing the Night Watchers to enter.
Seeing these fully armored Night Watchers equipped with heavy weapons.
This slightly plump middle-aged man couldn’t help but sweat on his forehead.
He was rely a small rchant.
These people don’t seem like ones he can afford to offend.
Shalika’s land bird approached, tilting its head, looking at the plump man.
It made the middle-aged man stiffen.
The land bird’s size was large, its appearance very aesthetic, but its presence was no small threat.
It gently pecked at his head with its beak.
"Yikes!"
The middle-aged man shrieked and collapsed on the ground.
"Uncle, what’s wrong? Don’t worry, Yellow Gemstone won’t harm you; it seems quite fond of you."
Colin walked over, smiling, helping the plump man up: "Lord Rolf, don’t sit on the ground, be careful."
Rolf wiped the sweat from his forehead, barely smiling as he stood up.
"Rolf! What’s the commotion outside!"
A sharp female voice ca from inside, sharp and high-pitched, making one’s ears painfully tinged.
A slightly plump, stern-faced noblewoman, lifting her skirt, stepped out.
Frowning at the situation outside.
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