318 Another Trading Partner (1/2)

Jun's question attracted a series of serious gaze around the area. The fighters, the snipers, and Edson himself were shocked to hear him speak about it.

Only a few people were selected to become a lord, and anyone who becomes a lord was unique to their own professions.

For Jun to know what a lord means, there are only a few reasons available; he encountered one or he is one himself!

Edson already took many side trips and he chose to be direct this time. ”My grandfather is a lord. He retired from military service and happened to create a safe territory where zombies can't respawn in.”

”Oh...” Jun didn't speak much about the topic since it was quite sensitive.

The lord reigns over a territory and from his experience, lords can kill other lords for their territories. It would become dangerous the more people knows about your status unless everyone was loyal to you. Having strangers get this knowledge could be really troublesome.

Jun didn't know what to do. He doesn't understand what Edson was doing, revealing such important information to him. Or is the information even true?

As if sensing Jun's doubts, Edson spoke up.

”We just want an ally. Most of the survivors on the next town have already adjusted to this world. They fight for every resources they need and would kill anyone who gets in their way.”

”That's also one of the reasons why we moved out of the town center. Most of the people lurking around here are vultures. I don't recommend staying for long.”

Jun listened attentively. The way he understood it, the town south of here was filled with slaughter and there are more bad people lurking this town.

Is the sidequest his luck or a curse?

Several minutes passed and Erick returned at the plaza with a blinding light. He narrated how joyous everyone was of contributing on repairing the Teleport Portal at the forest camp. With the ability to repair the portal in their hands, everyone should be able to freely use it now.

Erick brought several unidentified seeds with varying colors. Next, he laid several materials on the ground.

Jun doesn't really know much about beastiary and crafting, however, people back at home love to thinker with stuff. He would leave everything to them and just do what he does best; asserting dominance and fighting.

Still, he picked a few seeds and asked Edson about them.

Edson honestly replied, ”I don't know anything about them. To be honest, barely anyone from the camp knows what they are. They just drop from mutated squirrels and we can't grow them.”

”So, they're trash?”

”Well, they're not treasures. Besides, you're the one who wanted strange stuffs.”