The wind blew across the wasteland. Yellow soil filled one's eyes. Endless desolation, endless bitterness.
As pioneers, the people of Moon Creek Town had to face all sorts of troubles. It was as if trouble had become a part of their lives.
Another mine collapse?
Another monster in the wilderness?
Mountain dog?
Corpse shredder bird?
Gnoll?
Blood-toothed boar?
All sorts of monsters became the topic of conversation in the only bar in Moon Creek Town. Under the bright candlelight, the air in the bar was filled with the sour smell of men working all day, the strong smell of alcohol, and the sound of heated discussions.
However, there was a new topic of conversation in the bar recently. It was a young wizard called Duke Marcus.
"I heard that a wizard with the surname Marcus killed Hogg?" A farmer suddenly asked his companion.
"That powerful, two-meter-tall gnoll Hogg?"
"No, no, no. It should be four meters tall. A few days ago, when I passed by Sentinel Ridge, I saw Hogg's headless corpse. It was terrifying. Even though the corpse was already rotten, it was still at least one and a half stories tall." A peddler who had obviously just returned said.
"What about the head?" The farmer asked.
"I heard that the head and claws were sent to Stormwind City and Goldflash Town in the Elven Forest for public display."
"Amazing." Kuang Gong sighed.
"Of course. Lord Duke Marcus is the second genius in Stormwind's history to become an official wizard with a ninth-grade talent!" The middle-aged mercenary interrupted, pride written all over his face.
Moon Creek Town was not big. There were only a thousand people in the town. Even if he did not know their names, he could still recognize them.
"Oh? Do you know that Lord Marcus? "
"Of course! I'm his subordinate! "The mercenary said without hiding anything.
"Come on! The followers of the wizard are all very strong, even stronger than our town's number one knight, Rilok. "Kuang Gong ridiculed the mercenary.
But in the next moment, Kuang Gong was speechless. It should be said that everyone in the bar was speechless.
"Yo, Makarov, you're here!"
An ordinary greeting with a dazzling entrance.
His blue and white mage robe and dazzling mage emblem proved his identity, but the five sharp icicles hovering above his shoulders deepened everyone's impression of him.
It was illogical for the icicles to float in the air, but if it was on the body of a powerful Mage, then it would become reasonable no matter how illogical it was.
"Sir Marcus, you are …"
"Oh, this is just a part of my self-cultivation," Duque replied casually.
Makarov did not pursue the matter any further. He did not understand the world of the mages even if he listened. However, this did not stop him and the people around him from feeling that even though they did not understand it, they still felt that it was amazing.
Makarov stared blankly at the bag in Duque's hand.
"Let's talk upstairs."
Makarov had already arrived, along with a few of his men. Makarov led Duque to his room, and a few of his men guarded the door.
Below, the rest of the people in Moon Creek Town were in an uproar.
"Wow, that's Duke Marcus? So young! "
"What a promising young man!"
"Why did he come to Moon Creek Town? There's nothing good in the Western Wilderness that could attract such a big shot like him, right? "
"Could it be that he found a new mineral or specialty?"
"How is that possible! What else is there in the Western Wilderness apart from various crops and a few ordinary iron and copper mines? "
None of them expected that Duque had really developed a new specialty for the Western Wilderness.
Inside the room, Makarov and the other mercenaries were dazzled by the treasures on the table.
Pearls, pearls of all sizes.
From the smallest pearls that did not have much luster, to the [Small Lustrous Pearls], to the more precious [Black Pearls], and finally to the most dazzling [Golden Pearls], which were the size of an infant's fist. So many pearls almost made Makarov's heart stop beating.
Of course, apart from the pearls, there were also all kinds of beautiful corals, transparent yellow tortoise shells, but the most dazzling were the pearls.
"This is …"
"The specialty of the Western Wilderness that I developed. I intend to establish a shipping route and name it the Pearl Route."
"Hiss —" The mercenaries simultaneously gasped.
A shipping route! It was not something that could be done in one go. A shipping route meant that Duque's pearls would have a stable source of income.
Makarov, who was the most knowledgeable among them, could not help but feel suspicious: "Please forgive my presumptuousness, but the entire coast of the Western Wilderness is filled with murlocs that can never be completely killed, sir, how did you …"
"Oh! Well, it was a coincidence that I controlled a murloc tribe. The murlocs were the ones who collected the pearls for me! "
"Ah!" Makarov could not help but cry out in shock.
Legend had it that mages would rear strange familiars as their servants, but the murlocs … Moreover, the murlocs were crude, cruel, and had low intelligence. This was inconceivable.
However, from the moment they met, Makarov realized that the youth in front of him was a person who could turn the impossible into the possible. From the initial shock, he had become a little numb, even blindly believing.
"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"
"I've already paid for a batch of ships from Old Jackson at the Stormwind Shipyard. They should be ready by now. Bring me as many as we have. The sailors can be found at the head of the horses. The first batch of boatmen will be paid double, to be paid in full before the ship sets sail. Also, be sure to plant my flag on the bow of every ship. "
Looking at the few flags that Duque took out, Makarov was a little suspicious, but he did not ask. Instead, he asked: "What about you, sir?"
"I can't leave for now. As for the money, you can sell the pearls here first. "
"No, no, no. Sir, you still have a lot of money left from killing Hogg, it's enough to hire sailors. I don't know the price of pearls, so it's better for you to handle it yourself. "
Duque rubbed his eyebrows. Indeed, there were too few people who could work for him. This was an era where illiterate people walked everywhere. It was easy to find a muscular man, but difficult to find someone with brains. Most civilians would not deal with merchants unless they had no other choice.
However, Duque could not leave. As long as the threat from the Naga Tribe was not resolved, there would be no peace here.
"Then let's do it! But bring some back as proof that I opened up the Pearl Route. Also, help me find Mage Norton from the Royal Magic Academy, and ask him to help me apply for the exclusive rights of this route. "
"Exclusive rights? That seems … "
"You think the nobles will interfere?"
"Sir is wise." Makarov was a yes-man.
"Don't worry, let them come." Duque's black eyes flashed with a cruel light.
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