Barlow City (1)

Drogo felt nervous, but he didn't show it on his face. When he arrived at the city gate with Elaine, he already had two gold coins in his hand. However, he was surprised that the inspection at the city gate was not as strict as he had imagined. When Drogo casually said that they were here to play in Barlow City, the guard just grunted and let them through. So, Drogo saved the two gold coins he had prepared.

Entering the city so easily was unexpected for Drogo. He could feel from the guard that they thought Elaine was a young lady from a big family who came out to play. As for himself, he was, of course, the bodyguard and follower of the young lady. This was the reason Drogo had prepared for the two of them, but he didn't need to say anything. Elaine's natural air of superiority made the guard think that way.

"Drogo, where are we going now?"

Drogo had told Elaine not to speak since they were near the city gate. Her voice was too soft, making it impossible to connect her with a rebellious young lady who only went out with one guard. Now that they had passed the gate and the crowd had dispersed, Elaine finally dared to speak.

"Hehe, I need to ask for directions first."

Drogo smiled awkwardly and approached an old person who looked like they were about to leave the city. Then, to Elaine's curious gaze, he quietly asked for directions.

"Excuse me, sir, where is the clothing store in the city?"

Drogo's voice was too soft, and the old man seemed a little hard of hearing, so he didn't hear what he said.

"What did you say?"

"Excuse me, sir, where is the clothing store in the city?"

"What store?"

"Uh...I mean, where can I buy clothes?"

Drogo was afraid that the old man wouldn't hear him, so he practically shouted. This immediately drew the attention of the passersby, who stopped and looked at him with surprised expressions.

This is so embarrassing that even Elaine couldn't help but chuckle, then quickly followed Drogo with her head down and a pained expression. Following the old man's instructions all the way, Drogo realized how unnecessary his nervousness was before. Although Barlow City is a border city of the Cantrell Kingdom, it is located at the southernmost end of the Cantrell Kingdom and is adjacent to the recognized forbidden area, the Forest of Kings. In such a position, there is no need to worry about threats from other countries, let alone be too entangled in small matters like entering the city.

For the same reason, the patrols in the city are not common, but the various shops make Drogo and Elaine dazzled. Elaine, who had never set foot in a human kingdom before, was naturally curious, but because she remembered Drogo's orders, she dared not really look around, which made her look very tired.

But for Drogo, both in terms of scale and momentum, this place can only be described as weak compared to what he had seen before. Look at the largest one, the Trader's Hall, which is also the center of Barlow City's trade. It's big enough, but from the outside, it looks like a castle, lifeless and devoid of any vitality. Such a depressing design cannot arouse people's desire to consume. Failure!

Looking at the tavern on the roadside, the aroma of wine wafting out made even the little girl unable to resist lifting her little nose. There must be good wine inside. But in such a place, only two barrels of wine were placed outside as a sign, and there was not even an obvious signboard.

As he walked, Drogo criticized the many merchants in Barlow City in his heart, but his evaluations were without exception: failure, too much failure, failure to the extreme. However, Drogo was also surprised to find that not only the tavern he saw, but all the merchants in Barlow City did not have signs, which was too strange.

Drogo voiced his doubts, and Elaine blinked for a long time before asking, "Sign? What's that?"

"It's just hanging a sign outside, on which you write your store's name and what you do."

Elaine obviously hadn't heard of the word "brand", and said somewhat strangely, "That's not necessary. Look at that sculpture of the Warcraft Silver Lin, it represents that it's a place where mercenaries and adventurers trade. And those two wine barrels represent a tavern... Plus, there's no need for a name. The owner's name is the name of the shop..."

"Um..."

Drogo understood that not only Barlow City, but everywhere here had no concept of branding. This made Drogo's heart move, and a thought that he had when he first arrived here emerged once again.

Now, a whole new unfamiliar world presented an opportunity in front of him. Here, he could completely promote his own works and truly write his own name, becoming a symbol, becoming a legend.

Such thoughts had emerged in Drogo's mind before. But because he encountered too many things in the Forest of Kings later on, he had no time to think about it. Now that the problem was basically solved and he had really stepped into this world, he could no longer hold back this idea.

Moreover, Drogo deeply understood the advantages of creating his own brand in a place without a concept of branding. It can be said that he only needs to stand firm in this world now, then establish his own brand, and his dreams and wishes will be fulfilled, and that will be a great achievement...

"Drogo... Drogo..."

Drogo, who was pulled out of his fantasies and ambitions by Elaine, even had a hint of tears in his eyes. This guy was obviously lost in thought, and he was almost drooling.

"Haha, it's nothing, it's nothing."

In Elaine's puzzled gaze, Drogo quickly turned around and wiped his mouth. However, this beautiful imagination made Drogo full of hope for the future, and he appeared spirited and vigorous.

"Let's go, we should be there after turning this corner. Let's go buy some clothes."

Drogo was taken aback by the shop the old man had pointed out to him. When he saw it, he was dumbfounded.

"What is this?" he asked, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't mistaken.

The whole alley only had one door facing this way, and it was the door to the shop. The other buildings only had windows facing the alley.

Drogo accepted the fact that the shop was remote, even feeling a little pleased. Because the fact that the shop was in such an obscure location meant that the people in this world didn't place much importance on this business. Although this also meant that people didn't care much about their clothing, this problem also presented a great opportunity for Drogo, who could see the huge business potential in it.

However, the shop in front of him, if it could be called a shop at all, not only was remote, but also didn't look like it was open for business. The low shop door was broken, and there was a thin layer of dust on the ground in front of it, with no footprints indicating anyone had been there for a long time.