This was the Raging Fire Adventurer Group's camp—or, more precisely, the square outside the camp.
The actual camp lay within a collapsed stretch of underground passage.
On the square, members of the Raging Fire Adventurer Group were transporting supplies. These daily necessities were stored in several large chests bound with chains, beside which stood six strangely dressed masked figures.
All six wore identical red robes. Their masks had holes only around the eyes, with the rest completely sealed. Each mask bore a different expression, all painted in an extravagantly exaggerated, absurd, even somewhat distorted style. At the top of every mask was a character in the continent's common script representing "Traveling Merchant."
"Six Traveling Merchants?" Standing atop a tree, Dox gazed toward the distant square in confusion.
Ma Qiusha shook her head. "Those wearing masks are all low-ranking members of the Traveling Merchants. They mainly handle the transportation of supplies and hold no real authority. Only Traveling Merchant members without masks count as the organization's backbone."
"Then are there any Traveling Merchants among the unmasked people here?"
Ma Qiusha fell silent for two seconds. "No. The Traveling Merchants' clothing is all highly uniform; only the embroidered patterns differ."
"I see." Dox narrowed his eyes at the distance. After a while, his brows rose, and he wore the unmistakable look of someone watching a show. "I found the outfit you mentioned. But it has already been taken off and tangled together with a red dress."
Dox turned to Ma Qiusha. "Guess what I saw?"
Ma Qiusha sighed. "I know. I once infiltrated the Raging Fire Adventurer Group by posing as a lost hunter. Miss Red did indeed maintain... intimate relationships with some male Traveling Merchants. But it was not of her own will. She only did it to better protect the