River Valley Town.
Thanks to the monster-infested Thin Mist Forest nearby, this remote little town, where large numbers of adventurers gathered all year round, could be called the freest human settlement in all of Climbing Cloud Province.
In economically and culturally developed cities like Newm, the luxury enjoyed by nobles and wealthy merchants went without saying. Even the least particular poor lad in the Slums would smear on a handful of hair wax he had stolen from who knew where before going out, carefully hide the patches on his shirt, and maintain the most basic decency.
But out in the countryside, where people dealt with wheat and bean sprouts in the fields all day, barely saw outsiders in daily life, and carried the crushing pressure of taxes on their shoulders, poor peasants could only keep simple smiles on their faces. Fangs hidden in the shadows certainly existed, but their human nature had long since been suppressed deep inside them by the blazing, vicious sun. Unless one got close and understood them deeply, every person seemed like a robot produced on an assembly line, with similar temperaments and ways of doing things.
River Valley Town was completely different.
Its unique nature as a major adventuring town gave it a strange character rarely seen on this continent.
To put it nicely, it was "freedom," "individuality," and "not sweating the small stuff."
To put it less nicely, in the popular parlance of Xia Nan's previous life on the internet, it was that "absolute freaks" were everywhere.
"Grrrrrr—"
The sound of wooden wheels rolling came from the road beside him, accompanied by a wave of pungent rot.
Several low-level human adventurers in shabby clothes were dragging in a huge cart piled with corpses of various creatures, coming from outside the town.
From what Xia