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The wasteland in the south of the Adler Territory is long and narrow. If you come from the north and go through the wasteland to Innadril, you need to travel about [-] kilometers.

This distance is not long, and it is not short. At least it is difficult for a caravan carrying a large amount of goods and horses to travel the entire distance in a day, and it is inevitable to spend the night in the wilderness.

The caravan from the Middle-Earth countries traveled back and forth on this commercial road every year. They were quite familiar with the terrain and arrived near the new town before dark.

Due to the large number of refugees moving into the new town, many new wooden houses and sheds were added in the valley, and the original square in front of the town was also converted into a living area. Passing caravans would definitely not be able to enter the valley for the night.

However, the new town is very sincere in doing the post business for these merchants. The area of ​​the newly opened square in front of the valley is much wider than the original square in front of the town, and many new service facilities have been added to provide convenience for caravans.

A small group of more than ten people who called themselves the Kenyan Adventure Team followed the caravan that knew the way through the dense jungle. The black-haired young man riding on the back of a lizard horse took a look and saw a racecourse-scale cleared out of the forest in front of the mountain. There are many strange-looking long strip-shaped steel houses (in fact, assembled board houses converted from scrapped containers) with two floors stacked on the square.

On the left side of the two-storey steel plate house with a handrail staircase welded on the outside, there is also a large shed where cars and horses can be parked; when their group arrived, several two-story spliced ​​steel plate houses had already been rented out When the caravan arrived, many people dressed in different styles were moving around in the open space in front of the prefabricated house.

The caravan guy who was already familiar with the black-haired young man pointed to the steel houses on the square and introduced: "Those iron houses are rented to passing caravans for the night, and a room can accommodate many people. Sleep comfortably in a tent."

The black youth frowned and stared at the cramped board room that looked like an iron cage for a while, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, we'd rather live in tents."

The caravan clerk knew that such a sophisticated person might not like that kind of animal cage-like residence, so he said cautiously: "If you don't want to rent a tin house, you can find a place to camp in the square."

The black-haired youth nodded indifferently. They actually didn't need to spend the night in a specific place, and it was not impossible to drive to Inadoli overnight.

As soon as the convoy entered the square, a person wearing the uniform of an Innatrix operator leaned out from the window of a steel building near the intersection and waved at the caravan.

The boss of the caravan spent the night here on his return trip more than a month ago. Knowing the rules here, he climbed off the back of the six-legged lizard, and trotted with two fellows to the steel room with the "New Town Square Management Office" hanging on it. There is a large shed for registration, renting rooms and parking horses.

It is a two-story steel house with six long rooms, and a simple shed outside which can be used to park cars and horses. The rent for overnight stay is one gold coin a night, which can be called quite affordable—the people in the caravan appreciate it. The living conditions are not too picky. Even if a dozen people squeeze into one room, it is indeed much more comfortable for a businessman who is used to eating and sleeping in the open than sleeping in the wild.

When the black-haired youth and his companions mixed in the caravan convoy and entered the square, the black-haired youth with keen hearing heard the operators of the management office selling their dinner service to the caravan boss.

After entering the square, the black-haired young man asked the caravan guy in a low voice: "Spending the night here, don't everyone have to register?"

"I heard that it is not necessary, sir. Only those who rent iron houses and carriage sheds need to register. If you don't want to rent, you can come here and find a place to camp overnight. People here will not be driven away." The caravan man said.

The expression of the black-haired youth was vaguely contemptuous...

The caravan guy is still very young and not very good at observing words and expressions, and he is still showing off incessantly: "When you arrive in Inadoli, there are not many formalities when you enter the city, but people will come when you go to the trading market to do business. Check the goods. When buying goods, the seller will calculate the tax to be paid into the payment for the goods, and the tax officer will only collect taxes from the seller, and ignore us outsiders, which saves a lot of trouble than before..."

If it wasn't for not wanting to expose his identity, the black-haired youth would have laughed out loud—even big cities have such careless and extensive management methods, and these southern countries are really astonishingly backward.

It was only half a day's journey away from Inadili, and the black-haired youth no longer planned to continue traveling with the caravan on the same road, so he found an excuse to separate from the caravan from the Middle-earth countries.

The square is very large, and it is not a problem to stay with more than a dozen caravans at the same time. The black-haired youth and his group wandered around pickily, and found a secluded corner to stop and camp.

This small team of 11 people brought fifteen horses and two ground lizard-drawn carriages. Everyone, including the black-haired youth, was dressed in armor and carried weapons. They were separated from the middle-earth caravan. , it seemed a bit conspicuous, attracting people from several other caravans to look here.

Although they were curious, no one came to strike up a conversation... People who are away from home can easily get into trouble if they are too curious, while people who are in business are often only curious about things that are safe and can make money.

"Gejill, maybe we shouldn't separate from that caravan too early." After setting up the tent, an unusually burly man walked up to the black-haired young man who was sitting down to drink water, and said.

The black-haired young man Ge Jier looked at the strong man with a half-smile: "Why, the disappearance of that group in Walton made you afraid of such a small eastern country?"

The strong man frowned and said, "You know that's not what I mean. Since we are here to investigate the disappearance of Walton's regiment, we should act in a covert manner."

The black-haired young man Ge Jier sneered, and his face became stern: "There is still a need to investigate? Isn't this something that is on the surface? All countries in the east know that the Nightmare Butcher lives in the Rhine Kingdom, and they even openly praised him. The illegitimate son came out, why did Walton, who was ordered to hunt down the Nightmare Butcher, lose contact? Does that old fellow Harris really know nothing about it!"

The strong man's expression suddenly became serious.

"Say a few words, Gejir."

A middle-aged man who got off the carriage glanced at this side, and said calmly: "Harris is the white-robed priest assigned by the Holy Land to the Gold Coin Diocese, you should respect him more."

Ge Jier snorted coldly, put down the water bag, got up and packed his tent.

"I don't think there is a problem with the way Gejill is called." Another young female warrior who was also young and also wearing half-length armor shrugged her shoulders and interjected, "Harris, the bishop who was sent here, has already Haven’t been back to the Holy Land for many years? Who knows if this person will develop resentment, and even—”

The middle-aged man interrupted the female warrior in a cold tone: "If we can find evidence of Harris' betrayal, then we have the responsibility to bring this person's head back to the Holy Land. If not, or if no reliable evidence can be found, Then no one can judge a diocesan bishop appointed by the Holy Land."

The female warrior closed her mouth.

The middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader of the group was somewhat dissatisfied with the unconvinced attitude of his subordinates. He was about to say something when he saw an operator in uniform walking towards him, so he paused the conversation.

"Good night, all distinguished guests from afar!" The operatives in the new town waved enthusiastically from afar, "I see that you haven't lighted a fire yet. If you don't mind, how about we consider the dinner service we provide here? We can arrange it. You can also go to the restaurants in the town to eat, the delicious meals cooked by the chefs of the Inadeli Logistics Department, there are many flavors to choose from!"

A group of Kenyans looked at the enthusiastic operators strangely, and looked at each other.

Although I look down on the cage-like steel house... But being able to eat ready-made dinners is still quite attractive to this group of well-connected Kenyans.

It is not allowed to leave the camp to eat together, but since the other party said that they can deliver the meal, then this group of people will not be unable to pay.

Ge Jier, who is good at dealing with people, adjusted his mood and went out. He had a conversation with the operators in the new town and asked about the types of meals that the local restaurant could provide. This kind of silver coin.

The operator with a more enthusiastic attitude happily collected the money and ran back to the town to have someone prepare a meal.

"I don't expect anything decent in this small place." The smirk on Gejill's face disappeared after the local operator left, and he complained to his companion with a look of disgust, "I hope these hillbillies It can be seen that we ordered the most expensive set meal, so we can wash the dishes clean."

This time, even the middle-aged man didn't think he was talking too much... It's really hard to describe the two meals he had during the stay in Du Ta Ta City.

"These eastern countries are not as big as a province of our empire. They are short of supplies, so naturally they can't produce any good things." The middle-aged man commented indifferently.

In the valley, in the only restaurant in the living area converted from the former square in front of the town, the chef, who was busy cooking dinner for the caravan staying at the hotel, was refreshed when he heard that the operator had sold eleven of the most expensive set meals. Leave the work at hand to the apprentices and gear up to cook it yourself.

"Is it a mercenary group or an adventure group again this time? Most people are reluctant to order such an expensive set meal. Eleven sets cost more than two gold coins." The chef who skillfully stir-fried vegetables was working with the manager of the square. The operator strikes up a conversation.

"It's probably an adventure group organized by a rich family. It looks like people from the north of the mainland." The operator who sold many packages said happily.

The post service provided by the new town, because there is no manpower to build decent guest rooms, does not make a lot of money in accommodation—caravans with less than [-] people can rent two steel-plate houses to live in, and the parking sheds and camping sites are still free. which provided.

But you don’t make a lot of money on accommodation, but you can make a small profit on food... The cheapest set meal for one person costs [-] copper coins, and there are [-] copper coins, [-] copper coins, and [-] copper coins each. The price range is the same, and the top-level VIP package that only rich and powerful caravan owners, mercenary groups, and adventure groups will order.

What's even better is that most people can't leave after a meal, and often have another meal before leaving...

If a caravan stays overnight, at least the town can earn three or four gold coins. This is still a steady stream of business, not to mention alleviating Wagner's debt anxiety.

About four to ten minutes later, the staff of the square management office and the apprentices in the restaurant carried the food boxes and ran enthusiastically to the Kenyan camp to deliver the food.

Before the operators and apprentices ran into the camp, the aroma of food wafting from the bamboo food boxes attracted a group of Kenyans who had just packed their tents for the night.

The operator quickly opened the food box, skillfully put the divided food box firmly on the small square table that the Kenyan brought, and introduced with a smile on his face: "Look, everyone, this is because we The luxurious dinner carefully prepared by the chef of Nadeli’s logistics department, fried rice with chopped pepper and eggs, side dishes are braised pork, eggplant with fish-flavored minced meat and fresh lettuce, and the soup is our chef’s best lamb chops and radish soup , the appetizer is fresh cucumber slices mixed with oil and chili, and the dessert is also very particular, it is a small cake made of the highest quality flour and cream..."

Only the caravan owner or the head of the caravan, as well as mercenaries and adventurers will order the top-level set meal. The portion is twice that of the ordinary set meal... After all, most of these people have professional strength and eat a lot. The portion size for the average person is not enough.

Even if the portion is doubled, if such a set meal is sold, the profit will be very rich - 100% is not enough to watch, and the profit will start at 200%!

With such an astonishing profit, no one who has ordered the top VIP set meal has ever given a bad review. The reason is very simple... The dishes of the VIP meal are all freshly prepared, not used in the cheap set meals of [-] or [-] copper coins. The kind of semi-finished vegetable bag!

Ge Jier, who didn't have much expectations for local meals, stared at the set meal put out by the operator in disbelief, which was divided into two food boxes, a soup can, and a small plate. He couldn't recover for a long time .

"Everyone, please eat. It's best to eat while it's hot." The operator stepped aside with a smile, and politely pointed at the apprentice standing beside him, "After dinner, please put the lunch box, plates and soup cans in the food." In the box, our people will come and pack it in half an hour."

Ge Jier nodded awkwardly but reservedly.

After the operators and apprentices left, Ge Jier and his companions reservedly picked up their forks and spoons and began to eat.

Kenyans originally ate wheat like the central countries. After engaging in great voyages and magic technology 400 years ago, their national power became stronger and stronger, and they also ate rice like the Sokri Empire in the south—after all, rice cultivation is more advanced than wheat cultivation. Agricultural water conservancy conditions with high content and high demand are also higher. Except for a few places with abundant natural water resources, poor countries cannot afford to grow or consume them.

The chief chef of the logistics department of Inadler inherited himself from the Chinese chef who has eaten rice for thousands of years (watch the video to learn), and the fried egg fried rice seasoned with chopped pepper is delicious, salty and spicy, and instantly conquered this group of willing people. Taste buds of the Asians - The chili seeds from the Nabalon continent were originally brought back by the Kenyans from the outer continents. Of course, the Kenyans can eat spicy food.

Not to mention side dishes such as braised pork, fish-flavored eggplant, and radish soup with lamb chops. Even the appetizer cold cucumber left this group of classy people who thought they came from a big place speechless.

After a meal, the female soldier became suspicious: "What the hell did we eat in Dutata City before? Did the Dutata people look down on people and sell us pig food on purpose?"

"Probably not. The other Dutata people also eat those things." The middle-aged man Furui Wubo had a tangled look on his face, "It seems that this Inadoli...is not the same as the Rhineland Kingdom."

Ge Jier, who swallowed the dessert in one gulp, suddenly slapped his thigh hard: "So that's what happened!"

"Huh?" Everyone else looked at him.

"Didn't the Nightmare Butcher roam around the continent like a mouse for so many years? Why did he stop in Inadoli? It must be this guy who discovered the difference in Inadoli!" Ge Jier said confidently, " He claimed that those undead cloths and unbelievably cheap ready-made clothes all came from Tarantan. This kind of nonsense is also deceiving children. Who doesn’t know that there is no way to live in Tarantan after the battle of the gods? The problem is all because The land of Nadli is here!"

This analysis... sounds reasonable.

The middle-aged man was thoughtful: "It's not unreasonable—the Nightmare Butcher should know that Inadeli has a bishop of his own religion, and he did not hesitate to take the risk to stay. He must have discovered the abnormality of Inadeli."

The female soldier was puzzled and said: "But... Innadrix is ​​the diocese of the Gold Coin Church. If Innadrix really has some weird way to get rich, why hasn't the Gold Coin Church discovered it for so many years?"

These words baffled Ge Jier and the middle-aged man.

The style of the Gold Coin Church... that is known across the continent.

Among the many orthodox sects in the whole continent, Gold Coin Church is the only one that allows foreign sects to build churches in their own parish, as long as they give money...

If there was a place where Undead Cloth and garments of unknown origin could be obtained in the outskirts of Inadoli, the Church of Gold Coins would have sealed this place long ago.

The priests of the Gold Coin Church will not allow anyone to sell the undead cloth and those ready-made clothes to the caravan casually at a cheap price. It is never uncommon for their own priests to go to the market to do business in person.

No matter how you think about it, this thing is outrageously abnormal!

"Let's investigate first." The middle-aged man frowned, "No matter whether the problem is with Inadoli or the Nightmare Butcher, these inexplicable things always have a source, and they cannot be born out of thin air. If you find the source, the problem It's that simple."

This investigation team from the Holy Land of the Sun Church of the Kenyan Empire has two missions on this trip.

One is to investigate the whereabouts of the church that lost contact for no reason on the way to hunt down the Nightmare Butcher, and to investigate whether Bishop Harris betrayed the Holy Land by the way.

The second task is to investigate the "dead cloth" that has gradually spread in the eastern part of the mainland since last year.

Before the active period of the caravan this year, most of the undead cloth released by Inadili was digested by the locals in Inadeli, and only a small amount flowed out of the field.

This small amount of outflow is not enough to attract the attention of Kenya, the leading textile empire in the north. After all, the textile industry of the Kenya empire covers the entire continent of Nabalon.

This year, after entering the summer, the undead cloth circulating in the eastern countries suddenly increased at an alarming rate...

Innadali did not impose purchase restrictions, and any merchants who come to do business, as long as they have enough money and can take it away, they are almost open to sell.

In terms of supply, the quantity of "undead cloth" is twice that of second-hand ready-made clothes——Yang Qiu's reputation for purchasing a large amount of overstocked finished cloth and not picking out the quality has spread, and several provinces adjacent to Province G are on the verge of bankruptcy or Manufacturers that have gone bankrupt come to ask for dumping; truckloads of finished fabrics (including but not limited to curtain fabrics, bed sheets and quilt covers, etc.) are pulled to City A, and they cannot be sold, so there is no reason to restrict shipments.

There is no way, who told Huaxia to produce more than 70% of the textiles on the earth, and the domestic textile industry has been involved to the point of inhumanity...

The obsolete products under the cruel competition of modern industry can only be piled up on the earth to eat ashes in warehouses, or they are used by some supermarkets and shopping malls to fool the big sale activities of uncles and aunts, and transferred to other worlds, that is invincible and invincible Resolute General——Any undead cloth brought out by the caravan, even if the original price of ten copper coins per meter is added with transaction tax and caravan freight, the locals still loot it.

As of last month, even some cities in Middle-earth countries have appeared women wearing floral skirts that are different from local craft fabrics.

Although the undead cloth released by Inadali is far from shaking the market share of Kenyan cotton cloth, this kind of mass-produced cloth has unknown printing and dyeing techniques, unknown weaving technology, and even materials that are significantly different from local cloth. , It is enough to attract the attention of the local textile industry leader.

The task of this investigation team led by a middle-aged man can be described as arduous.

As for what to do after finding out the source... That is not something that a middle-aged man can decide. His only authority is to decide whether to execute the traitor. Matters related to the empire's industry must be decided by the Holy Land.

When the middle-aged man thinks about it, it is nothing more than annihilation or annexation-although the Nightmare Butcher is difficult to deal with, as long as the Holy Land is determined enough, it is not difficult to wipe this person from the mainland.

Considering that there are young people in his team who have never seen the methods of the Nightmare Butcher, the middle-aged man put on a serious face and solemnly warned his subordinates: "These words can only be said before entering Inadali. Entering the Nightmare Butcher Wherever you are under control, keep your mouth shut, that old and cunning guy has escaped from the siege of the referee many times, and his methods are extraordinary—"

The female soldier suddenly took a deep breath, pointed in a certain direction in horror and said, "That, there! Look there!"

The middle-aged man glared at the fussy subordinate with displeasure, and turned his gaze to the direction the female warrior was pointing at——

On the other side of the square, on the side road near the mountain, a group of people carrying hoes, shovels, picks, baskets, and carts were walking wearily towards the entrance of the valley under the moonlight.

This group of people all wore straw hats on the back of their necks, and they could be seen covered in dust from a long distance, as if they had just returned from a certain construction site.

At this distance and under this kind of light, even professional-level powerhouses cannot see people in the distance clearly.

But when the female warrior pointed in that direction...the group of people was passing by the camp of a group of overnight traders.

There was a very conspicuous person in the crowd, who was very tall and burly, not at all like the physique that ordinary migrant workers can have.

When he passed the caravan camp, his face was illuminated by the bonfire lit by the caravan. Although he was a little far away, those who knew him could still recognize him.

"—Walton?!" The middle-aged man was stunned on the spot.