Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Cock-A-Doodle Doo —
As the rooster crowed, the sun rose from the east, shining down on Dragon City and gleaming off its white, immaculate walls.
In the hotel, the adventurers were still sleeping. These bloodthirsty mercenaries spent a lot of money on their breaks. They would sleep until they woke up naturally. These men and women never knew when they would die in the wilderness, so they tried to enjoy every moment of their lives.
Merchants and vendors on the other hand got up very early. They would prepare their stalls and eagerly try to sell out their goods today.
The residents of Dragon City were already very rich compared to other places. And though most people’s primary instinct was to ensure they had enough food stocked up for survival, the citizens of Dragon City didn’t have to worry about this. Their lord ensured everyone who worked was well-fed, and so many people had enough funds left over to indulge themselves. This turned Dragon City into a trade hub and developed the economy.
Money could only be called money if it was spent. If paper money and gold coins were left at home, they didn’t serve any purpose since they could not be eaten or worn.
The merchant Benson was a modest caravan leader. He was a Subilan who was once a person just living in the slums of the lower class and struggled to obtain the wealth he had today. Although he wasn’t famous, he was able to live a relatively luxurious life.
He was already 40 years old this year. A few years ago he met a beautiful woman and got married. He also had a lovely daughter with her. This made Benson work even harder. He only wanted to earn more money while he could still move to let his wife and daughter have a better life.
“Hey, Gener, you’re already up!”
Benson came down from the second floor of the hotel and saw a middle-aged man wearing leather armor. This man was named Gener, a warrior who was part of a six-man adventurer party. The party wasn’t famous, but it was the only one merchants like Benson could afford.
“I didn’t sleep last night; I had a few drinks with
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