Dahlia and Lexar arrived at the makeshift roofless tent that Bessy had created.She was cooking something inside, and the vapors could be seen rising dozens of feet high.Dahlia entered but didn’t disturb her.Bessy was using her aura to stir the liquids in the massive pot. The fragrance was great.After stirring for a minute, she stopped and then put the metal plate on top.“Whew…” she finally looked at Dahlia. “You look fresh. Did you sleep well last night?”Dahlia smiled. “What’s that you’re making? It smells wonderful.”“It’s the fine-grade healing elixir that we’re going to sell,” Bessy said.“Oh, we’re selling a fine-grade healing elixir?” Dahlia was surprised. “What is it called? And what are its effects?”“Soul Pearl pill,” Bessy said. “It will help with recovery after battle, helps fight tiredness better. This will be useful for those who are especially traveling on long missions where they need to fight more and sleep less.”“Sounds like it will sell well,” Dahlia said. “Ho

After bringing Vane and his group to Rayson’s store, Lexar excused himself.Rayson was busy writing letters, but he stopped it and walked out of the store.“Hello,” he greeted Vane and his group with a soft smile that was barely let out. “What can I assist you with?”“We want to sell you items,” Silas said. “How much can you afford to buy?”“That depends on what you’re selling,” Rayson said.Silas looked at Zedrick.Zedrick moved his hand. Over a hundred weapons fell to the ground. Some of them had symbols engraved on them, suggesting that they might possibly be magic weapons.Rayson’s eyes showed a hint of surprise, but then his gaze sharpened. “How did you get your hands on these weapons?”“We stumbled upon some bandits in the mountains,” Silas casually said. “We took care of them.”“What’s the proof?” Rayson asked. “Do you have any of their heads? If you show me the head of any wanted criminal that I can recognize, I will believe you.”“Huh? We’re not bounty hunters,” Silas blurted

The next morning.Gunnar woke up because of his mother’s voice.“Don’t miss the fair,” Minerva said. “It’s already started.”“Aren’t you going to come?” Gunnar asked her.“I can’t leave your father alone,” Minerva smiled. “Don’t worry about me. Your siblings have already left, so you should hurry up, too.”Gunnar went silent for a bit because his father did not wake up yet.Gunnar freshened up, had breakfast and then stepped out of the home.The streets were pretty much desolate, but Gunnar could hear noise in the north.Gunnar headed there.The village fair happened in the region where the Devil Knife clan lived in the past. That was where most of the stores were newly built.There were people coming into the village through the tunnel. There was a lot more crowd than he expected. The number was in the thousands.“When did they open the tunnel?” Gunnar asked one villager who was selling dried mango slices and also fresh mangoes with salt and pepper rubbed on top.“At dawn, Young Mast

Gunnar and Rayson waited for almost forty minutes on the other side of the river.Rayson was busy because he was greeting those coming in and going out.But Gunnar had nothing to do. “Are they even going to come?”“At least for the money, they will come,” Rayson said.“How much are we paying?”“Hundred gold.”Gunnar frowned. That was the same amount one needed to pay to the Martial Association register as a fifth-grade clan. Every ten years, they needed to pay the same amount again. “Is this a one-time deal?”“As long as we’re getting profits, we’ll have to spend some to feed the jackals and foxes,” Rayson said.“Tsk, if only our clan was powerful, those merchant groups and escort groups would come running to make deals with us,” Gunnar said.Just then, three armored wagons entered the view. Behind them was a gold-plated caravan drawn by big four-horned rams.There were escorts guarding the caravan and the wagons. Different escort groups could have different uniforms, but all escorts

“You are… Durk Chian,” Wayen recognized him immediately.“It’s always good to meet you, Master Wayen,” Durk greeted him back.“I wasn’t expecting you to see here,” Wayen smiled. “Are you okay with the fist clan’s trade rising?”“Everyone has to feed their mouths, and the mountains provide for us all,” Durk said. “So, there’s no need to feel envy.”“Haha,” Wayen laughed slightly. “I’ve asked you before, and I’ll ask you again. Why don’t you sell the antidote recipe for the bluegrass poison? It’s not that I care about the bluegrass poison, but there are people who are interested in the ingredients used in that antidote so they could use a similar principle for a much more potent poison. In return, I will make sure your clan gets rewarded with gold and connections.”“Selling the recipe for the antidote is the same as selling my clan’s name,” Durk said. “So I humbly refuse your offer.”“Hmph,” Wayen mildly snorted. (The bluegrass poison… some groups found ways o stop it from spreading, b