"Could we change the sign?"
"Uh, the goods have already been stocked. How about next time?"
"Next time? By next time, you'll have stocked everything again and tell me it's too late."
After being played by his subordinates, Lu PingAn could only sigh and keep working honestly.
This was Holy Sword City, or rather, the place where the Sodier Holy Sword had fallen—one of the Ancient Battlefields of old, and now the capital of the Honglong Kingdom.
After failing to find any gods along the way, Lu PingAn arrived at his planned rest stop, the largest city in the region and the capital of a nation.
It was said that an Ancient Sword Spirit served as its guardian, making it the safest and most prosperous city in the region.
"Wow, what a huge city!!"
"Buildings can be this tall? They really won't collapse?"
"So many people, so many people. Hold on tight to me, don't get lost."
The little group was thoroughly stunned. They had spent the first half of their lives in a small mountain village, and now the sight of four- and five-story towers and roads wide enough for four carriages to travel abreast left them awestruck.
Lu PingAn himself, however, felt rather conflicted.
"What a backwater... Ugh, it stinks. Sure enough, once there are too many people, bad drainage becomes deadly. And there are so many animals, too."
With his keen senses, Lu PingAn felt miserable. Having truly arrived in a "medieval" capital, all he wanted was to turn around and run.
"A capital with only around a hundred thousand people?"
But he had no choice.
"Seriously, can't we change the name?"
Looking at the square characters reading "PingAn Shop," Lu PingAn felt utterly helpless.
His people had arrived here ahead of him. Naturally, they had bought