After half a month of detours, the caravan safely reached the final destination of this journey—Gresley Military Town, located on the northeastern border of Kadlo Province. It was a semi-military town on the northern frontier and the only town in Kadlo Province that freely traded with the Cirlock Province of the Ironforge Mountain Dwarf Kingdom.
Although the Ilia Kingdom and the Ironforge Mountain Dwarf Kingdom remained hostile toward one another, Gresley Military Town's business had not been greatly affected.
The moment they entered the city, the fragrance of liquor filled the air, leaving the caravan guards, who had endured wind and rain along the way, looking utterly intoxicated.
Looking around, Velin saw groups of Dwarves and humans walking arm in arm, their faces flushed with drunkenness as they wandered the streets.
Correspondingly, there were an unusually large number of patrolling guards on the city streets.
With just a casual glance, Velin spotted no fewer than a hundred soldiers in leather armor, carrying standard-issue iron swords.
"My lord, I've asked around. The Gresley Merchant Guild is in the East City District of the military town." Raimondo squeezed out of the crowd, came to the open space where the caravan had temporarily stopped, and reported to Velin.
"Then let's go. We've been away for two months."
"Yes."
After passing through a crowded street, the caravan successfully arrived at the final destination of their journey: the Gresley Merchant Guild, established by the Gresley garrison.
Looking at the guards stationed at the guild entrance, Velin was slightly surprised.
"Bronze Low-Tier soldiers. As expected of a merchant guild opened by Gresley Military Town."
After completing several routine procedures, Velin met Kane, the president of the Gresley Merchant Guild and deputy commander of Gresley Military Town, in a reception room. He was a kind-looking middle-aged man