The villages in the valley usually have little contact with the outside world. Although the outside world has changed to a different country, it seems that there has not been much change for them.
The only difference is that the bandits who occasionally came to collect rent are no longer there, and there is a tall bulletin board in the middle of the village.
After entering the village, the caravan group first went to the village chief and explained their intention to stay overnight. They paid an inexpensive accommodation fee. Then the village chief pointed them to the mountain spring where water was collected, and then warned them not to intrude into the villagers casually.
house and fields, and then ignored them.
"I feel like the villagers are relatively indifferent."
Sitting next to the warm fire, with a long shadow, Mira said to Lorraine Hill.
"Perhaps it's caused by past experiences." The girl skewered the sliced apples and placed them next to the campfire, preparing to bake them warm before eating.
"Let me do it, Miss." Mira looked at Lorraine Hill doing it by herself and wanted to come over to help.
"No, it's not a particularly troublesome matter." The girl shook her head and looked at the people around the bonfire.
Now there are several bonfires burning in the open space, and a group of people are sitting around the bonfires, using the flames to dispel the chill of the night in the mountains, drying clothes that have been wet during the day, and there is a smell of meat in the distance.
"Those guys are cooking salamander meat. I'll bring it to you."
Compared with ordinary meat, the meat of this Warcraft Salamander is tougher, and a group of people cooked it for a long time before it was fully cooked.
Soon after, Mira came over carrying a small white porcelain bowl with light pink boiled meat slices in it.
"Maybe it's a little hot." Mira reminded.
Lorraine Hill tasted a piece first. The cooked meat tasted pretty good, but there was nothing special about it.
Then as most of the meat was cooked, others began to eat it. During this long trip, although the food was not bad, everyone still didn't eat much fresh meat.
After initially satisfying their hunger, the members on the side slowly started chatting.
"Hello, we are members of the Lake Chamber of Commerce..."
Several people from the Lake Chamber of Commerce chatted with people from the Lagdis Chamber of Commerce.
At first they thought they were rescued by a few powerful adventurers, but after some explanation they found out that these were "specially" hired guards by the Lagdis Chamber of Commerce.
As the saying goes, when you tell a lie, you need countless lies to cover up the lie.
After these people were entangled by the Lake Chamber of Commerce who were grateful, they began to think hard to explain the reason.
"Because the eldest lady of the Lagdis Chamber of Commerce is a good person, we prefer to stay in a caravan like this." Lorraine Hill, who had no idea that the card was being issued, was talking to someone on the other side.
"What kind of business do you do?" The girl turned her head, tilted her head slightly, and curiously asked the girl beside her.
The girl has light brown skin and two long braids on the sides of her ears.
"We sell everything, and we don't deliberately buy too much of a certain kind of goods." The girl explained. She is the granddaughter of the caravan president and has followed the caravan since she was a child.
"We tour the villages in the mountains all year round. People living here don't have much money and won't buy too many things that they don't need, so we bring some from all aspects and basically don't sell big items."
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"Because I can't compete with those big chambers of commerce, I can only find some hidden villages in the mountains and do some business that others don't look at. Although the profit is meager, there is no competition, so it has been relatively stable."
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"Are you talking about the old West Wind? We basically don't take the main roads, so we don't have to pay any tolls. Now, Clancia is much better, and we don't need to take detours anymore."
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"Traders in the mountains naturally know some martial arts and self-defense methods, but it is still too difficult to deal with such a magical beast."
After some conversation, Lorraine Hill gradually understood the lifestyle of this group of people. They had no fixed residence, their caravan was their home, and they made a living by wandering around and doing business.
As the night progressed, a group of people gradually went into the tents to rest after having had enough to eat. Of course, a few people would take turns keeping watch and guarding the camp.
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The next day, early morning.
Lorraine Hill listened to the sparse sounds outside and woke up from the blanket in the tent. She rubbed her eyes and stood up. Her golden hair fell from her shoulders like silk.
Looking at Mira who was still sleeping soundly beside her, she touched the pair of downy rabbit ears with curiosity. Mira's ears flicked slightly and detached from her fingertips, revealing the light pink inner outline covered by the down.
No longer disturbing the sleeping bunny-eared girl, Lorraine Hill got dressed, 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 extra early. They fetched water from the mountain spring next to the village, washed themselves for a while, and began to arrange some things.
Looking at their actions, Lorraine Hill walked over and wanted to understand their purpose.
"Good morning, Miss Lecia." The light brown-skinned girl whom I met last night greeted with a smile.
"Good morning, what are you doing?" Lorraine Hill blinked.
"This is to prepare for the performance." The girl explained.
Not only will they sell some things, but they will also perform some talent performances, such as playing piano, singing, dancing, fire rings, ring throwing, etc., which is similar to the circus in the girl's memory. However, this group of people does not have money to raise special animals.
"Performing can earn some extra income, and it can also attract the attention of the villagers, so we can sell our products."
Compared to the large chamber of commerce where Lorraine Hill once stayed, small groups like the Lake Chamber of Commerce also have their own means of survival.
"I see." Lorraine Hill nodded thoughtfully. It seems that such a small caravan cannot be underestimated. They can survive and naturally have their own unique way of adapting.
As the time approached 10 o'clock in the morning, a gong sounded, and then a small stage was set up in the center of Lengquan Village, and a simple and small performance was staged in this remote village.
After hearing such music, the lively villagers slowly gathered around and watched the strangely dressed people performing various skills.
"The mysterious witch who spies everything will unveil the veil of destiny for you today."
A big man with white paint on his face waved a sign in his hand, and then invited the villagers into a dark purple tent. Under his explanation, as long as they gave a few coins, they could get the instructions of the witch among them.
own destiny.
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This witch has always been elusive. Even the people in our caravan don't know her origin. She disappears and appears sometimes, looking like an old man and a young girl. She only tells the fate of those she recognizes.
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As this man explained, the villagers who were watching also curiously looked at the purple tent that led to the unknown and mystery.
