Mark and Monica separated from the gold-eating crocodile caravan about ten miles away from Osborne Town.
Although the destination of the Golden Crocodile Caravan was also near the Warcraft Mountains, they had to continue eastward along the mountains to reach two small towns. It would only be around eight or nine o'clock in the morning when they arrived here. Osborne Town was not among their scheduled stops.
Originally, Mark and Monica were supposed to be the only ones getting off the bus, but now they were followed by six young adventurers with different hair colors carrying large and small bags.
In the words of Blond Oak, "It's not an adventure no matter where you go. Since we have acquaintances in Osborne Town, why don't we start from here!"
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Osborne Town is an ordinary and common adventurer town among the thirty-six towns along the Magic Beast Mountains in the Lily Kingdom.
Together with the other thirty-five towns, it is under the jurisdiction of the Dragon Slaying City of the Lily Kingdom.
It is said that Osborne was originally just a hunter's village. Thanks to the development of an adventurer who traveled here, Osborne, relying on the rich monster resources on the edge of the Monster Mountain Range, gradually developed into a paradise for mercenaries and adventurers.
Because it is close to the Warcraft Mountains, even though it is a small village similar to Champagne Town, Osborne Town still has a three-meter-high city wall.
The surface of the city wall made of blue-gray rock is covered with scratches from monsters. Those are the traces left by the monsters when a beast tide occurred in the Monster Mountain Range.
Even so, the lily flags hanging on the city walls are still as white as new, fluttering stubbornly in the mountain breeze.
Perhaps because it was morning, there were only a few heavily armed adventurers in leather armor gathered at the gate of Osborne Town and headed towards the mountains in the north.
Most of the people were women in the town, wearing wide aprons and carrying baskets full of clothes to wash them in the big river in the south.
Passing through the unguarded city gate, the first thing that catches your eye is a three-story wooden building in the center of Osborne Town, which is also the tallest building in Osborne Town.
This is a three-story tavern built of hemlock wood - the Grizzly Bear. A few hundred meters away from the Grizzly Bear, the eight people walking together smelled the aroma of beer and roasted mountain goats wafting from there.
"It's still morning, and the taverns in Osborne Town are already open?"
Mark flared his nose and silently gave a thumbs up to the chef of the Grizzly Bear Tavern in his heart.
To be honest, despite the poor cooking techniques in the Holy Dragon Continent, there are indeed many chefs who have a top-notch understanding of barbecue.
"The taverns in the thirty-six towns of the Monster Mountain Range are all open 24 hours a day. Many adventurers who have made a profit will drink in the taverns all night before going to bed."
Oak was obviously full of longing for his upcoming adventurer career and was very familiar with the adventurer's tavern life.
As Oak said, for most adventurers living near the Warcraft Mountains, hunting Warcraft to gain professional experience is not their primary goal.
Not everyone is a genius like Alfonso of the Church of Holy Light, who can make a big profit with a small investment and fight his way in and out of dangerous situations seven times.
Miners like those who were sacrificed in the blood crystal mine and turned into holy light blood crystal monsters represent the majority of ordinary people.
For ordinary people, the monsters in the Warcraft Mountains are not experience packages that provide professional experience, but walking gold coins.
They come here to make money and to live.
Even though many young people may have initially come here with the dream of becoming legendary adventurers.
But after seeing his companions being eaten alive by high-level monsters and hearing the advice of the old hands to just get by.
Many people realized that instead of taking the risk of killing a high-level monster that might lead to the destruction of the entire group, it would be better to honestly hunt down those low-level monsters that are numerous and harmless.
He can level up little by little, and earn money slowly, but he only has one life.
If you take the risk to challenge a monster of the same level and die, wouldn’t all the money you earned be wasted?
In fact, Mark, who was reincarnated, was also an ordinary person in his previous life, but now he has to struggle because he is forced to do so.
The Church of Holy Light is the most powerful divine church of the human race, but he is a "pseudo-priest" who is "disdained by the Holy Light".
If the Church of Holy Light knew his true identity, the only fate that awaited him would be burning at the stake.
Faced with the Holy Light Church full of geniuses, Mark had no choice but to work hard and fight.
Because he didn't want to be like the witches in the legend and live his life in fear in a wilderness forest.
Only when he becomes strong enough, will he have the capital to live in the sun!
As they thought about it, the eight people had arrived at the door of the Grizzly Bear Tavern.
They certainly didn't come to the Grizzly Bear Tavern to experience the flavor of the Osborne Town Tavern's ale for the first time.
Because the Grizzly Bear Tavern is not just a tavern, it is also an office of the Adventurer's Guild in Osborne Town.
There is also a reception point for the Adventurer's Guild at the counter on the first floor of the tavern.
Since they came to the Adventurer Town, Mark and the other eight people had to register as adventurers, otherwise they would not have the right to trade Warcraft materials and props in the town within the Lily Kingdom.
After all, adventurers have to pay taxes when buying and selling Warcraft materials, herbs, ores, etc.
Of course, if Mark showed his certification as the acting priest of Stewart Church, he could also buy and sell those things, but in that case he would have to pay taxes to the Holy Light Church!
Alas, I wonder if the Mountain Tiger Bandits need to pay taxes every time they rob a passing caravan.
It turns out that the most profitable business is the one with no capital.
"Ting-ting-bell!"
The crisp sound of the doorbell attracted the attention of everyone in the pub when Mark pushed open the door.
At this time, in the corner of the tavern, there were seven or eight drunk adventurers chatting with their arms around each other with red faces. A slightly fat boss at the counter facing the door looked at Mark who pushed the door in with a smile on his face.
Next to the counter was a wooden compartment covering several square meters. A mature young woman with her hair tied up in a bun and wearing a low-cut dress was sitting there flipping coins boredly.
When they saw the eight young unfamiliar faces coming in, the first ones to speak were the drunk ones.
"Yo, yo! Haha, there's a newcomer!"
"They are some rookies. I guess they are graduates from an aristocratic school!"
"Hahaha, you're really funny! Apart from rookies from aristocratic schools, few young people would dare to come to Osborne at this age!"
"Nonsense, aren't the two from Team Beta also very young?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk! Do you dare to call those two rookies? Even that idiot Beta was led astray by these two rookies!"
A few drunks were shouting at each other, showing off their old-fashioned charm in front of the new rookies and the pretty girls among them.
Oak and the other young men blushed at what they heard and huddled behind Mark like little chickens.
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