The villages in the valley rarely interact with the outside world. Although there has been another country outside, it seems that there is no big change for them.

The only difference is that there are no bandits who occasionally come to collect rent, and there is also a tall billboard in the middle of the village.

After entering this village, the caravan and his group first found the village chief and explained their idea of ​​staying in. They paid an inexpensive staying fee. Then the village chief pointed out the place where the spring was used to pick the water, and then warned them not to break into the villagers' houses and fields, and then ignored them.

"I feel that the villagers are more indifferent."

Sitting next to the warm fire, the shadows pulled the old man, Mira said to Loran Hill.

"Maybe it was caused by previous experience." The girl skewed the cut apples and placed them by the bonfire, preparing to grill and heat them before eating.

"Let me do it, Miss." Mira looked at Lolan Hill and wanted to come and help.

"No, it's not a particularly troublesome thing." The girl shook her head and looked at the people beside the bonfire.

There are several bonfires growing in the open space now. A group of people sit around the bonfire, using flames to dispel the chills of the mountain night, dry the wet clothes during the day, etc., and a scent of meat comes from a distance.

"Those guys are cooking the meat of the salamander, I'll end up here for you."

Compared to ordinary meat, the meat of this Warcraft salamander is relatively tough. It took a long time for a group of people to cook it slowly.

Not long after, Mira came over with a small white porcelain bowl, which contained light powdered boiled meat slices.

"Maybe a little hot," Mira reminded.

Lorran Hill tasted one first, and the meat tasted good after being cooked, but there was no special thing.

Then as most of the meat was cooked, others began to eat it. During this long trip, although the food was not bad, people still didn't eat much fresh meat.

After initially filling the hunger in his stomach, the members on the side slowly started chatting.

"Hello, we are members of the Lake Chamber of Commerce..."

Several Lake Chamber of Commerce personnel started chatting with people from the Lagertys Chamber of Commerce.

At first they thought that the rescued them were several powerful adventurers, but after some explanation, they realized that these were escorts 'special' hired by the Lagertys Chamber of Commerce.

As the saying goes, when a lie is told, countless lies are needed to fulfill the lie.

After these people were entangled by the thankful Lake Chamber of Commerce, they began to think about explaining the reasons.

"Because the lady of the Lagertys Chamber of Commerce is a good person, we prefer to stay in such a caravan." Lorran Hill, who was not aware of the issuing card, was talking to someone on the other side.

"What business are you doing?" The girl turned her head, leaned slightly, and asked the girl beside her curiously.

The girl has light brown skin and two slender braids on her ears.

"We sell everything and don't deliberately buy too much on some kind of goods." The girl explained, she is the granddaughter of the caravan president and has been following the caravan since she was a child.

"We have been traveling among the villages in the mountains all year round. Everyone living here doesn't have much money and won't buy too many unusable things, so we will bring some in all aspects and basically won't sell big items."

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"Because the competition is not only for those big chambers of commerce, we can only find some hidden villages in the mountains and do some businesses that others look down on. Although the profit is meager, there is no competition for many people, so it has always been stable."

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"Do you talk about the westerly winds that used to be? We basically don't walk the road, so we don't have to pay any level tolls. Currently, Clancia is much better, so we don't have to take a detour."

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"Only, you can do some martial arts and self-defense skills in the mountains, but it is still too difficult to deal with such monsters."

After a conversation, Lolan Hill slowly understood the lifestyle of these people. They had no place to live, and the caravan was just home, and they wandered around to make a living by doing business.

As the night became deeper, a group of people gradually entered the tent to rest after drinking. Of course, a few people took turns to watch the night and guard the camp.

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The next day, early morning.

Lorran Hill woke up from the blanket in the tent as she heard the sparse sound outside. She rubbed her eyes and held her up, and her golden hair slid off her shoulders like silk.

Looking at Mira who was still sleeping soundly beside her, she touched the pair of fuzzy rabbit ears with a little curiosity. Mira's ears flicked gently and left her fingertips, revealing the light pink inner contour covered by the fuzz.

No longer disturbing the sleepy rabbit-eared girl, Lorran Hill put on her clothes, put on her coat, and walked out of the tent.

This small group of people from the Lake Chamber of Commerce seemed to have gotten up very early. They called the mountain spring water next to the village, and after washing up, they began to arrange some things.

Looking at their actions, Lorran Hill walked over to find out what was the purpose.

"Good morning, Miss Lesia." The light-brown-skinned girl I met last night greeted with a smile.

"Good morning, what are you doing?" Lorran Hill blinked.

"This is for the performance," the girl explained.

They not only sell some things but also perform talents, such as playing the piano, singing, dancing, fire circles, throwing rings, etc., which are similar to the circus in the girls' memories. However, this group of people do not have the money to raise special animals.

"The performance can earn some extra income and attract the villagers' attention, which can also sell our things."

Compared to the big chamber of commerce that Lolan Hill once stayed in, small groups like the Lake Chamber of Commerce also have their own means of survival.

"So that's it." Lorran Hill nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that we could not underestimate such a small caravan. They could survive, so they naturally had a unique way of adapting.

As time approached 10 a.m., a gong sounded, and then a small platform was set up in the center of Lengquan Village, and a simple and small performance was performed in this remote village.

After hearing such music, the lively villagers slowly surrounded them and watched the strangely dressed people perform various skills.

"The mysterious witch who peeks into everything will untie the veil of fate for you today."

A big man with white paint on his face waved a sign in his hand, and then recruited villagers into a dark purple tent. Under his explanation, as long as he presented a little coins, he could get the instructions of the witch and learn about his destiny.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This witch has always been elusive. Even the people in our caravan do not know her origin. She sometimes disappears, sometimes appears, like an old man and a girl, and only tells the fate of those she recognizes."

With this person's explanation, the onlookers also looked at the purple tent leading to the unknown and mysterious.
Chapter completed!