"How was it?" Asked Devitt as he looked at Claremont, who had retreated from the shop.
"..." In order to prevent himself from vomiting because of the scene he had just seen, Claremont had been covering his mouth the whole time. When Devitt asked him a question, he shook his head violently.
After seeing Claremont in this state, Devitt had a rough idea of what was going on. He didn't say anything and continued to lead the group forward.
"We don't need anyone we met at the beginning." After recovering, Claremont relayed the conversation between the butcher and himself to Devitt.
"Let's continue forward. We should be able to find them," Devitt replied.
The scouts had never walked for so long in an enclosed space. After half an hour, they finally found a normal shop selling firewood, rice, oil, and salt by the street.
There were not many people in the shop. After browsing through the goods on the goods column, Abel walked to the checkout counter and asked, "Boss, where did you get the goods from?"
"We shipped them directly from overseas. The quality is really good," replied the twenty-year-old young man sitting on the wooden stool.
"Okay, then we'll buy more goods from you. Please give us a discount," Abel discussed.
"Okay." The young man glanced outside the shop, then walked to the room behind him and brought out a scale.
Abel called the Caradia soldiers and elves in charge to the kitchen in the shop to pick up the goods.
"You all look unfamiliar. Is this your first time here?" The young man said as he moved the goods.
"Yes. I was passing by," Abel answered simply.
"Then thank you for taking care of my business." The young man smiled and bowed.
"No problem." Abel looked at the young man's friendly attitude and said to him, "We also searched for a long time before we found this place."
"Do you want to continue shopping later?" The young man asked.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})"No, no, we just want to walk back quickly," Abel shook his head and denied.
"I see." The young man calculated the price and answered, "That's enough. The vegetables and grains you bought are a total of thirty Great Silver."
"Boss, you've given us quite a discount." Abel was slightly surprised.
The young man smiled and didn't comment.
Abel took out thirty Great Silver from his pocket, greeted the young man, and then took the supplies away with the other soldiers.
"Everyone, share some."Abel placed the bag of grain on the ground and ordered the soldiers of the reconnaissance team.
Everyone consciously went forward, carried a bag of grain on their backs, and stacked it on their luggage.
"Are we going back now?" Abel panted as he asked de Weite.
"Yes." Devitt nodded.
"Are we going back the way we came? Didn't the centaur soldiers say that someone would lead the way for us?" Claremont said.
"We didn't see anyone who came to lead the way." Devitt looked around and made a decision. "Let's go back the way we came."
"Okay." Abel and Claremont nodded and replied.
When the soldiers were almost ready, Devitt was still standing in the lead position. He led everyone back the way they came.
"Wait, why doesn't it feel the same?" After walking for a while, Claremont noticed the surrounding scenery and asked suspiciously.
Devitt slowed down his footsteps and cast his gaze to the two sides of the street. The messy shops that he had passed by previously had all disappeared.
Even the smoke in the air had a tendency to recede.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})Groups of people came and went on the cobblestone road. They seemed to be full of vitality.
"Are we going in the wrong direction?" Abel raised his eyebrows.
"Impossible. I still have this bit of memory," Devitt said with a serious expression.
The reconnaissance team didn't choose to stop, but continued to walk forward.
They finally reached the end of the road and saw the familiar door.
"Look, the mark on this door is exactly the same as when we first came out," Devitt said, pointing at the mark on the wooden door from a distance.
"But the neighborhood has really changed." Claremont frowned and turned around.
The flesh-colored shop that had sold the young men and women of various races had also disappeared. In the original place, there was a magical beast pet shop that was decorated very elegantly.
Devitt walked to the door, glanced behind him, and gently pushed the door open.
"Swoosh --"
The whole street suddenly turned dark.
"My God, this place is too strange!" A soldier exclaimed.
Everyone quickly followed Devitt to the door. The secret passage inside the door was still the same as before. Although the situation still wasn't too good, everyone still breathed a sigh of relief.
Devitt looked around, but he didn't see the old man he met before.
"Go!" Devitt ordered.
Everyone rushed to the other end of the secret passage. Devitt walked at the front.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})"Creak --" the door leading to the outside world was opened.
Natural light shone on everyone's faces.
The color of the sky at the horizon indicated that it was almost evening.
"Hurry down the mountain!" The centaur soldiers guarding the door watched them rush out and coldly threw the dead body of Fullock into the arms of the Caradia soldiers standing in the front row.
The Caradia soldiers carried Fullock's body behind them. To their surprise, not only was the blood on Fullock's body wiped clean, even his upper and lower body, which had been separated by the mechanism, had been restored to its original state.
Devitt raised his head to look at the centaur soldiers, then looked away and led the other soldiers to the other side of the flat ground. According to the route in his memory, that was the way down the mountain.
"Go this way." A centaur soldier stopped them and pointed to the other side of the flat ground.
Devitt surprisingly didn't ask anything. He just followed the direction the soldier pointed to.
When they reached the border of the flat ground, the scouts saw a mountain path that had been smoothed out.
"Let's go," Devitt said.
The path they had taken this time had shrunk quite a bit compared to before.
Not long after, the group descended halfway up the mountain.
"Are we going to set up camp on this mountain tonight?" Abel asked.
"I don't think so. Let's hurry up and walk to the foot of the mountain before we find a place to rest," Devitt replied.
"Actually, I'm quite surprised. Captain Devitt, why do you believe the words of the centaurs so much?" Claremont said.
"Not really. I just feel that this mountain is indeed a bit strange. Compared to following my own memories, it's better to trust the centaurs who are more familiar with this mountain," Abel replied.
"I also feel that there must be something strange about this mountain. There's actually such a large market hidden within the mountain." Claremont nodded, "And the ones we encountered were simply baffling."
