The Agreement of the Three Leaders

"They probably all use gold coins as currency." The image of the centaur market in Devitt's mind was always shrouded in a layer of fog.

"Is that so?" Abel thought of the young boss of the rice shop and felt a little strange.

Abel kept the glowing magical artifact in his arms. The previous plan was canceled, and the scouts moved forward for another three hours or so.

"We still haven't made it to the flat land as we had planned." Finally, it was time to rest. Abel sat on his suitcase and panted.

Devitt smiled. "We'll set off a little earlier tomorrow. We should be able to reach there before noon."

It was not easy to find a suitable place for dozens of people to sleep in the woods. Everyone spread out in small groups and searched for about twenty minutes before they found a suitable open space.

Claremont laboriously cut off the green plants around the tent with his weapons.