Leaving behind the gloom and fishy smell of Anchor Bay City, Mark's team set foot on the muddy trade road leading to Osborne Town.

The sky finally cleared up, and the sun dried the water stains on the armor, but it couldn't dry the sadness in Mark's heart about the "recruitment" task.

I thought it was a small task that I could complete on the way, but after passing through several villages.

When the young people in the village heard that they were recruited by Osborne, they didn't even say a word and immediately shook their heads and refused to join their team.

"Osborne Town... recognized as the weakest of the thirty-six towns..."

Mark rubbed his forehead and watched Enzo trying to wipe his precious rune forging hammer with a greasy cloth.

"Enzo, how do you think we should recruit new people? We can't just say, 'Hey, friend, come and live in this shabby town where even World of Warcraft finds it poor?'"

Enzo didn't even raise his head, and said in a muffled voice, "What are you afraid of?! Just say you're a big shot in the Church of Holy Light! A trainee judge! You guarantee that Osborne Town will be developed under the care of the big shots in the Holy City. How impressive!"

"If that doesn't work, let Monica and Anna stand in front and make sure those little Chu Nans who have never seen the world will have their eyes popped out! As for Osborne Town? I say it's good, so it's good! Who dares to say it's not good?"

He rubbed the hammer head hard, as if to wipe away the bad luck left by Anchor Bay City.

Monica hugged Xiao Mu and rolled her eyes gracefully when she heard this: "Enzo, we are recruiting people, not opening a strip club. Who can we recruit with our looks? And..."

She poked Xiao Mu's soft body, and Xiao Mu made a comfortable "hmm" sound:

"Our 'Trainee Inquisitor' hasn't even spit out his badge yet. Mark is not a trainee Inquisitor. If you really meet someone new, don't make a fuss or scare the 'new blood' away."

As he was speaking, a small caravan appeared ahead.

Several creaking carriages were loaded with furs and some fruits and vegetables, and were followed by seven or eight adventurers who were dusty and poorly equipped.

It looked like a hastily assembled team ready to try their luck in a small town.

When Mark and Enzo saw the equipment on those people, their eyes lit up.

The opportunity has come!

Mark took a deep breath, and his face instantly showed the signature gentle smile that he had developed in Stewart Church. That smile on the face of a clergyman seemed particularly "innocent".

He straightened his priest robe, which was actually a little dirty (he had put it on just to look good), and strode forward.

"May the Holy Light guide the way forward, my friends!" Mark's voice was clear and full of just the right amount of concern. "It's been a long journey, and you all look exhausted. Are you planning to venture into the Adventurer Town near the World of Warcraft Mountains?"

The caravan was led by a lean old driver who looked at Mark and the others warily.

The adventurers behind him also stopped and glanced at Mark's team.

A young priest with a gentle smile, a red-haired beauty with a mysterious temperament holding a pink slime, a cold but stunningly beautiful elf archer, and a... well, a dwarf blacksmith who looks like he has a bad temper?

A young warrior with a half-shield on his back and a few freckles on his face spoke hesitantly:

"Yes... yes, sir. We plan to go to Rock Town. I heard there are many quests there, and the price of purchasing Warcraft materials is also reasonable."

His companion, a tall and thin wanderer, couldn't help but linger on Monica and Anna for a few more seconds.

"Rock Town?" When Enzo heard the name, he immediately wanted to jump out and make a profound comment, but Mark stopped him with a look.

The dwarf snorted twice in dissatisfaction, and forced back the words "What's so good about that crappy place" that were about to come out of his mouth. He just snorted heavily through his nose to express his disdain for Rock Town.

The old driver found Mark quite pleasing to the eye. He automatically ignored the dwarf who seemed a little jumpy, then looked at the two ladies behind him, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

"Alright, Master Priest. Let's go together. This stretch of road has been a bit rough lately. You guys should just follow behind the convoy."

"Thank you." Mark smiled sincerely and bowed briefly.

The team successfully integrated into the end of the caravan.

The team set off again, and the atmosphere was somewhat silent.

Enzo felt so uncomfortable that he could only whisper to Monica:

"Rock Town... Humph, a pile of broken stones... Even I find the ore there too fragmented for blacksmithing..."

Monica gracefully hugged Xiao Mu and whispered:

"Enzo, be patient. Mark has his own plans."

Her wine-red eyes swept over the slightly tired figures of the adventurers in the caravan ahead, and a barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Compared to the careless Enzo, she had already discussed with Mark the strategy of attracting new people in the business world.

After walking for about half a day, the sun gradually rose higher.

The caravan stopped to rest in an open space near a forest with a stream, and to feed the horses and give them water.

Mark saw the opportunity and took action immediately.

He walked over to where the old driver and several adventurers were resting, smiling gently:

"Thank you all for your hard work. Thank you for your consideration. How about I do my bit and prepare a simple meal for everyone? The Holy Light teaches us that sharing is a virtue."

As he spoke, he naturally began to clear a small area of ​​space.

"This... How can I trouble you, sir..." Freckled warrior John waved his hands quickly.

The tall and thin wanderer Rhodes' eyes lit up, and he was obviously curious about the fact that "the clergy cooked for the common people."

"It's just a piece of cake."

Mark deftly took out the small and portable grill from his bag (actually the Star Gap).

He also took out a few skewers of demonized wild boar meat that had been marinated with special spices. These were the supplies he had purchased before leaving Osborne Town, and they had not been consumed yet.

His fingertips brushed the skewers imperceptibly, and the glimmer of light unique to the Soul Harmonizer flashed by.

The moment the charcoal fire is lit and the skewers are placed on the grill, things start to change.

Sizzle——!

The grease dripped onto the charcoal, making an enticing sound.

Then, a domineering aroma mixed with the scent of spices and some indescribable aroma that seemed to awaken the hunger deep in the soul, suddenly spread out like an invisible wave!

This aroma is more intoxicating than the mellowest wine and more soothing than the warmest sunshine. It instantly overwhelms the scent of grass and trees in the forest and the smell of sweat from the crowd.

Normal barbecue might be delicious, but how can a dish with magic added to it be compared to ordinary ingredients?

“Gurgle…”

I don't know whose stomach was the first to protest loudly.

The old driver, who was chewing hard bread just now, froze in his tracks, his nose twitching uncontrollably, and his throat moving with difficulty.

John didn't even notice that half a piece of bread in his hand fell to the ground.

He stared intently at the skewers of meat on the grill, which were turning golden, crispy, and sizzling with oil, and muttered, "This...this smell...is this from a high-level chef?"