Chapter 487: Burning at the Stake
A sturdy, donkey-like beast pulled a two-wheeled cart that resembled a flatbed wagon.
Hulun was tied to the cart, returning to the nearest city with eight wilderness explorers.
From forest to wilderness, then roads and villages gradually appearing, and finally the outline of a city, the changes along the way were enough to show that the Ridge-Crowned People had a highly developed society.
Hulun had actually woken up halfway through the journey, but he had not shouted or tried to escape. His depleted magic power left him weak, and passing through the unstable spatial rift had inflicted hidden injuries all over his body.
Since these people had captured him rather than killed him while he was unconscious, they clearly had a purpose. Meeting whoever held power would be fine; that was Hulun's objective anyway.
The city's outline grew clearer and clearer. Someone here might have felt an eerie sense of familiarity.
Towering city walls and square buildings.
But this also suggested that the race probably possessed no special powers, or at least none that were widespread.
Sloping roofs helped drain water, while square shapes were the easiest to measure and build.
Along the way, Hulun occasionally opened his eyes a sliver to secretly observe his surroundings. The more he saw, the more excited he became. This was a civilized world with a highly organized society, and he had sensed no one with particularly powerful abilities.
In a world like this, those at the top often controlled vast resources. It was easy to arrange trade with an enormous economic entity backed by an entire nation, saving effort while earning greater profits.
Most importantly, the intelligent beings here were probably "bumpkins." Selling exotic goods to such beings was the easiest way to reap enormous trading profits.