Therefore, merchants coming from the north of the continent would gather in Lana. They wanted to go from Lana to Harma, and then they could go from Harma to Dukuba.

Lana doesn’t have any special products, but because of its special geographical location, it still attracts a group of businessmen.

Wals arrived in Lana before nightfall, and they decided to stay here for one night. Wals wanted to find the treasure.

According to the markings they found on the treasure map, they must go to the village of Serenity, where Ashley hid his treasure.

It was also night. Walth's troops had been walking all day and had fought a fierce battle with prairie bandits. Their energy was quickly depleted and they fell into a deep sleep as soon as they arrived at the hotel.

They fell asleep but Walls was wide awake.

Wals walked out and strolled around casually. He was now thinking about how to find this treasure. This was 100,000 dinars. If he could get it, he could save a lot of time.

If I go into business, even with Wo's golden finger to help me, it will still take a lot of time to save up that much money. If I can get this money, I can quickly form an elite army. In this way, my talent on the battlefield will be noticed by a king, and he might even reward me with a fiefdom.

If this is the case, then the opportunity to restore the glory of my family will come.

However, Walls is now facing a difficult problem. If he tries to find these things out himself, he will be stopped by a group of people.

Although Walls had left a fake treasure map on Fagan, he didn't know whether these prairie bandits would see through his trick. If they did, he would be chased by more than 300 prairie bandits.

This is not what Wallace wants to see.

Walls walked downstairs while thinking.

A bearded man walked up to Walls. His actual age was 30, but he looked like a 40-year-old.

"Hello, friend, is it possible for me to follow someone in the market?" the man asked.

"Maybe, something important?" asked Walls.

"Well, sir, it's a long story." The man began to tell his own story.

"I was just misunderstood here. I saw a horse tied outside the tavern in Lana. It looked exactly like the horse I lost a few days ago. I unbridled it and took a closer look. But it turned out to be someone else's. The old man didn't accept my explanation at all and immediately called the guards over. If I could get together with a group of people who could vouch for me, they might let me go. I would be grateful to you."

"Maybe, but how do I know there's no stolen goods among my horses?" Walls asked instead.

"Sir, even if you have such intentions, it will hurt my feelings. I will be very grateful to you, and you will see how I will express my gratitude through actions. I am an excellent tracker." The man said, showing off his talent. This was his only possibility of escape.

"Okay, you will be very useful to us." When Walls heard him say that he was a tracker, he wanted to recruit him into his team. He had wanted such a person for a long time. He was now fighting with the prairie bandits here, which made him very necessary to have a tracker. In this way, he could use the traces left by the prairie bandits to see whether these bandits had walked this road, and he could choose whether to take this road or not.

"I will be of great use to you, my name is Borcha, sir, I bet. But before we leave, there is one more thing, can I borrow 300 dinars from you? I am ashamed to say this, but I owe this place a little money. I stayed in this tavern for a few weeks longer, and the tavern owner didn't believe that I would get the money I promised to give him. You know, it would be embarrassing if they saw me leaving with you without paying." Borcha made an embarrassed and pleading gesture.

"Well then, here are the 300 dinars. Now, take a good rest."

"Okay, sir, you are my boss now, and I will obey your command." Bolcha was very happy holding the money given to him by Wals.

Wals knew that there was no chance for him to get back the 300 dinars. When he saw Bolcha's shining eyes, he knew that this guy was very greedy for money.

However, Walls didn't care. If this person had the talent he wanted, he would give the 300 dinars to him.

At this time, in Fort Reptile.

King Ragnar and his vassals were celebrating the victory of this war. After dealing with the bodies of enemy and friendly soldiers, they began to enjoy the happy moment.

Hewitt is also among them. He is a minister serving King Ragnar and he must follow Ragnar closely.

"Tholdenjar, what do you think of the Swadians? They are so vulnerable. I just used some tricks to defeat them all." King Ragnar wanted to establish his own prestige at this time. He could not let his vassals look down on him. If his vassals thought that he was a talentless person, then within a few days, these vassals would raise the banner of rebellion.

The Nords traditionally believe that the position of king should be given to someone with leadership abilities.

"Of course, my king, now I understand how weak the Swadians are." Thordenjar said while holding up his wine glass. He knew that he must not embarrass King Ragnar at this time. If he did not flatter him well, the king might send him to prison to establish his majesty.

"Yes, I believe that you, Salton, will continue to assist me in the next war." King Ragnar continued.

"Yes, Your Majesty, our Nord Kingdom can definitely defeat Swadia. The Nords will win." Thordenjar knew that he had to say these words now.

"Haha." Hearing Thordenjar say this, he was also very happy in his heart. After all, he won, and all the public opinions would end. King Ragnar took a big gulp of strong liquor.

"Come, my vassals, let us enjoy this wonderful moment."