Compared to Breeze City, with its stark, imposing buildings, simple architecture, and Snow Mountains that made people shiver just to look at them, Betar City's brightly painted buildings felt more like the Southlands. It was more prosperous, too.
By the time their carriage squeezed through the gates, dusk was approaching.
There were far fewer Professionals wearing animal hides and guards' cloaks along the streets. And because of the Foreign Races Edict, no elves, dwarves, or other Foreign Races could be seen.
They followed the other caravans to the Trading Company's Adventurer Association Square. This was where they would part ways.
"You're really not going to tell the City Lord's Mansion what happened in that Village? There's a decent reward." The Princess gave a dismissive snort. "I don't need the reward. Betal City just needs to know."
"A reward? How much?" Annan suddenly asked.
"A few dozen silver coins, probably..."
"Then I'll go with you. I'm running low on money..." Annan had spent almost everything he had, but he didn't want to use a Portal and spoil the fun of this adventure.
“We want a share too!” the knight Girl declared, springing forward.
"Mm... all right."
The Princess looked calm, but her heart was bleeding. Joan, oh Joan, why did you have to say that...?
First, they sold their goods. The reclusive man and his nephew—or perhaps his son—had brought a wagonload of grain. The knight Girl, Astolfo, had a wagon of leather. The Princess's wagon held crude earrings, rings, and other women's jewelry, while Annan had brought a batch of Cotton Thread.
Merchants quickly bought the reclusive man's and the knight Girl's goods. The Princess sold only half her jewelry—it was slow, troublesome work.
Annan's Cotton Yarn... did sell, at least. A merchant hesitantly paid him sixteen silver coins, then