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nThe market of the Stone Pass was located next to the slums.

nSince commerce in the North County was not developed, the market was not big. In fact, there were only very few things. The main stalls were the ones that were selling necessary farming tools or smithies that repaired weapons for the soldiers.

nIt was close to the Senwaya Range. To resist the demonized creatures and Jackalan, weapons and armor wore out rapidly.

nBecause of the system, Kant did not need many weapons.

nBut to discover new talents, he wanted to see the skills of the blacksmiths at the Stone Pass.

nKant looked at the faces of those who were smiling flatteringly, their eyes were glimmering as they thought that he, a nobleman, was a big customer. They took out swords and axes made of bad quality iron as if they were offering a treasure, Kant could not help but roll his eyes. When he saw the bloated and useless thickened iron-scale armor, he immediately sighed.

n“Enough. ”

nKant waved his hand as he sat on the warhorse and kicked the stirrups gently, “Get ready to take off. ”

n“Understood,” Manid and the others answered.

nThe weapons and armor made by these blacksmiths were trash to Kant who was used to the high-quality products produced by the system. They were not worthy of his attention at all, and he would not spend silver coins on them.

nThere were probably no skilled blacksmiths in such a poor place like the Stone Pass.

nAlthough it was a world of swords and magic.

nHowever, excellent craftsmen, blacksmiths, and armor makers were all precious resources in the war. If their craftsmanship was good enough, they would be able to live a much better life in those large noblemen’s castles or cities with flourishing economies than in poor places like the Stone Pass.

n“Pleasure working with you. ”

nManid had finished bargaining with the stall owner. He took out three Great Silver coins and tied up the sack that held the bad quality iron tools. The Desert Bandits worked together to put everything on the horses.

nAlthough the 50 tools were heavy, they could still be easily carried by the 10 horses.

nOf course, they had already prepared the drinking water and the food that was needed to cross the Nahrin Desert for everyone that could last for five days.

n“Lord Kant, everything is ready.”

nManid rode his warhorse to Kant’s side and reported.

n“Okay, let’s go.” Kant nodded and gently kicked the stirrups, spurring his warhorse forward.

nThe entire team headed towards the northern city gate.

nAs the northern side of the pass was close to the Nahrin Desert, Jackalan tribes would occasionally attack the city gate. Therefore, the northern side of the Stone Pass was basically a slum area. It was dirty and messy as dirty water was flowing everywhere. The smell was rather unpleasant.

nKant frowned as he swept past those skinny poor people who quickly dodged. He now knew how good life was in the Oasis Lookout.

nHe created the “Drondheim” village in the Oasis Lookout.

nAlthough it was small in size, it had everything. And although everything in there was still new and not fully formed, it was undoubtedly a utopia for the residence there. They could enjoy the comfortable life they imagined.

nAlthough there were wars, at least there was hope.

nIt was way better than the life of the poor people here who had no hope in their eyes.

n“The task is too difficult.”

nSpurring his horse forward, Kant sighed in his heart.

nOasis Lookout was his base. If he didn’t want it to become like this, he could only work harder.

nHe wanted to be successful.

nThe thick and heavy northern gate made of logs was opened.

nUnder the supervision of a few captains dressed in iron-plated scale armor, the peasant recruits, who were pale and wearing loose leather armor, used all their strength to pull the winch to open the gate. They also respectfully sent Kant and the others off.

nThey knew that these were Baron Dylan’s distinguished guests.

nMoreover, Kant’s status as a baron was also the reason why these civilian soldiers were kneeling before him.

n“Let’s go.”

nKant did not care about the flattery.

nThe warhorse under him seemed to understand what he was thinking. After leaving the city gate of the Stone Pass, its handsome figure stretched out. Its four hooves stepped on the sand-filled canyon road, and it started to gallop.

nManid and the 15 horsemen quickly followed him.

nThey left the canyon safely.

nThe billowing sand sea of the Nahrin Desert appeared before their eyes. The desert stretched as far as the eye could see to the north.

nBut the desert was like a home to Kant and his men.

nThe Stone Pass was not within their sphere of influence after all. It did not feel good to live under someone else’s roof, especially when it involved noble families’ interests. After sealing the deal, they quickly left.

nAlthough the Nahrin Desert was still a no man’s land, it was like Kant’s territory.

nThe horsemen and desert bandits from the Sarrandian Desert were more familiar with this kind of desolate environment.

nThe only one who felt awkward was probably Manid.

nThere was a tingling sensation on the skin between his legs on the warhorse. He could only sigh and put up with it. He planned to return to the Oasis Lookout and polish his riding skills up. He would not be this embarrassed in the future.

nTo alleviate his pain, Manid started to speak to divert his attention, “Lord Kant.”

n“What’s Wrong? ” Kant turned back.

n“The deal between this Baron Dylan and us won’t last long in my opinion,” said Manid.

n“That’s right,” Kant nodded. He was not surprised, “No one is willing to give up the precious salt mine. Even if they had gained a huge profit, they’d still want to completely own the salt mine themselves, only then will they feel at ease.”

nKant understood the mentality of Baron Dylan, who was unwilling to accept the fact that he was stuck at the Stone Pass.

nAnd greed was one of the reasons that the cooperation between them was successfully established.

n“But we have to speed up our development, my Lord.” Manid knew that Kant had a plan in mind, but he still reminded him. “In my opinion, this is a dangerous game.”

nKant chuckled, and mockery crossed his young face, “That’s right, it is a dangerous game. ”

nBaron Dylan was using trade to gain power.

nOnce he had enough strength, the cooperation between them would be torn apart, and the table salt trade would crumble to dust.

nWhen the time came, the greedy Baron Dylan would definitely be the first to make a move on Kant, who was in the Oasis Lookout. He would use his power to completely control the salt mine that Kant owned and let his caravan monopolize the table salt trade.

nKant did not even need to predict, he could be sure that such a thing would definitely happen.

nGreed was endless.

nHowever, when Baron Dylan thought that his development was rapid, he absolutely could never imagine that the one who developed even faster was Kant!

nKant, who had a golden finger, was already standing on the shoulders of giants and could soar to the sky at any time. How could he develop slower than Baron Dylan?

nBaron Dylan could help Kant withstand the pressure from the Dukedom of Leo.

nHe looked back.

nIn the Nahrin Desert, Kant’s Oasis Lookout had expanded into a force that even himself had to be careful. He was even at a slight disadvantage. When the time comes, it would be obvious who would win.

nKant led the team into the depths of the desert.

nThe traces they left when they came were still faintly visible. As long as they followed the right direction, they would arrive at the posthouse at night.

nThat was a place where they could rest.

nHowever, the Sarrandian Horseman leading the way had a slightly tense expression. He tightened his grip on the reins and slowed the Sarrandian horse beneath him down. At the same time, he said in a deep voice, “Something’s wrong, Lord Kant. We’ve got a situation ahead.”

nKant narrowed his eyes.

nHe also saw that at the bottom of the dune ahead, a dozen horsemen were moving rapidly in this direction.

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