119 Fertile Land

"The ground here is fertile like expected," Bermenthol studied the brown dirt in his hand. "I can see why the Jarkales want to attack and claim the Jarlon Mountain Pass. In a few months, there will be lush vegetation for miles. It will make us quite a killing if we sell the crops grown here in the open market."

"There is a trading post in the Open Furnace where 10 different nations go to meet. It's considered a neutral territory there. If you let us travel, we can leave twice a year and return with a profit," Bermenthol smiled and nodded his head at Founder Arista. She seemed to have the entire weight of the world on her shoulders.

In a days, she'd have to go into the Jarlenson Abyss to try and stop enemies hundreds of times stronger than her. He could feel the fear in her legs. She had a pair of black tights and a white jacket that couldn't stop her trembling, but she was still smiling.