volume 2 - Chapter 134 (2/2)

The majority of these outsiders did not want to get involved with the locals, and the same goes for the latter who wanted to do with these likely lawless lot.

However, Romaine was pointing at something else. It was a small group of adventurers who were distributing food to the emaciated children. This sight made him feel there was an illusion where time was going backwards, as if he was in the game world, and these were the sympathetic gamers who were distributing food.

He quickly shook his head to get rid of that illusion. There were still young adventurers who pursued their dreams instead of profit.

[Four men and two women. All of them are indeed in their youths.]

Brendel could not help but reflect on the reality between fantasy and the real world. Adventurers were not the exciting and romantic life mentioned in fairy tales, and in truth it was b.l.o.o.d.y and difficult. They had to enter areas fraught with dangers and perils, and it was common for them to meet with their deaths just like mercenaries. Their compensation was a pittance compared to the danger they were in, and most of them ended up as bones in unknown places, although there was no lack of people who became rich overnight.

Because of this, the majority of the adventurers had to become practical and work for profit. Only the youths who acted upon ideal dreams did something illogical, and he was certain this group of adventurers had just started their journey.

The other exceptions were them being the descendants of rich n.o.bles or merchants.

“What did you want us to look at?” He turned his head back to ask.

He felt pangs of danger when he saw her pretty, dark brown eyes roll about as though she had thought of something creative.

“What are you thinking about?” Brendel asked while being on his guard against her crazy antics.

“Something like what they are doing.” Little Romaine replied as a matter-of-fact.

“The food that we brought along isn’t enough, Romaine.” Amandina reminded Romaine as she understood her thoughts immediately: “Our men and horses are draining our supplies quickly. If we’re going to purchase food supplies here, we would have to deal with the local lord. Have you forgotten what happened just a while ago?”

Amandina was referring to the incident when they pa.s.sed by a low-ranking n.o.ble’s land. Brendel had gone with Scarlett to negotiate the price of procuring food supplies, but the n.o.ble became interested in Scarlett and sent out his personal guards to abduct her.

The end results were thirty-odd iron-ranked guards were soundly beaten by the youth, then forced the n.o.ble to compensate for his transgressions. However, this event served as a warning. Even though the royal crown still retained its power, the n.o.bles were already abusing their powers.

Brendel gave a grateful glance to Amandina when she finished speaking. The previous lord they encountered was still fine, but this time they were going to face Baron Graudin. Even though he was insignificant in Aouine’s history, his father was Duke Randner. If he tried to blackmail Graudin or kill him outright, the duke would definitely send out his army out after his head.

[In the past, Duke Rhun’s army is able to freely move through Duke Randner’s territory as they pleased. Perhaps the Princess’s faction established some form of deal with him. Someday I’ll deal with these parasites, but it will only be when my army is ready and I have enough speaking authority. Power, is still one of the most important rules in this world.]

Romaine shook her head upon listening to Amandina, gave a mysterious smile and replied: “Do you all not discover it yet?”

“About what?” Brendel said.

“The method to do business—“

“Huh?”

Brendel took off his glove and brought his hand to her forehead, wondering if she was having a fever, while Romaine swatted his hand away in annoyance. The younger Wild Elf sister asked curiously:

“Miss Romaine, my hometown has a saying. Poverty and merchants do not go along with each other. In such a poor place, is there really business to be done in such a poor place?”

“Tia!” Felaern said as she glared at her.

Tia was scared of her older sister’s wrath, so she stuck out her tongue and swallowed her remaining words.

“You can’t really say that. My aunt said that if there are places with transactions to be done, then there would be merchants.” Romaine said.

“I don’t disagree with your aunt,” Amandina looked at the uneven roads. It was highly unsuitable for horse carriages to even pa.s.s through the streets at its state. Having commerce in this area was still a long way off: “But this place seems to lack even the basic conditions for transactions……”

“But are these adventurers not doing transactions right before our eyes?” The merchant girl looked at the young adventurers’ actions with great interest.

Brendel’s head snapped back to Romaine with incredulous eyes. A bold idea was forming in his head as he realized what she was thinking about.

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