Chapter 75: Barbarian Sves

  The light rain gradually stopped.

  The ground became more level.

  Returning to Bay Vilge once again, Adam Smith felt anxious, far from the ambitious state of mind he had when he left.

  His personal guard captain, Meren, noticed his boss’s furrowed brow and chuckled mischievously, “Is it really worth w about? The lord of Bay Vilge shouldn’t care too much about their numbers, right?”

  Adam Smith shot him a gre and rubbed his tense face before trying to force a smile, replying helplessly, “Don’t you uand by now? When w for the lord, pleting tasks is mandatory, ara tributions are rewarded, but if you cause trouble, then…”

  Leon, who was leading the way, overheard their versatioher iionally or uionally. His eyes sed the tall, strong figures in the group.

  Barbarians!

  More precisely, they were—barbarian sves!

  Each of these barbarians was tall and robust, and even though they haden well i days, they still exuded a fierergy.

  Acc to Adam Smith, the number of professionals willing to settle in Bay Vilge had sharply deed, and recruiting talent for manufacturing had been disappointing.

  To make up for this, he had bought a rge batch of barbarian sves, mainly for a master-level barbarian expert.

  This barbarian master was willing to work for the lord but only on the dition that he could bring 1,000 barbarians with him, including 800 elderly, women, and children.

  The barbariahemselves weren’t much trouble.

  But the 800 who couldn’t produy value and would only be a burden—that roblem.

  Moreover, Leon clearly remembered that most barbarian sves had a knack for stirring up trouble and always mao cause issues.

  Over time, very few territories were willing to accept barbarian sves.

  However, barbarian professionals ofteured into human nds as adventurers and were quite popur as teammates in adventuring parties.

  As team members, barbarians were appreciated for their straightforwardness, bravery in battle, and willio sacrifice themselves—they were excellent panions.

  But this thousand-strong group of barbarians might not be accepted by the lord, which could damage the lord’s opinion of Adam Smith and his ability to get things done.

  That was what worried Adam Smith!

  The barbarians seemed to uand this as well, remaining silent along the way.

  Regardless of age ehey tried to appear harmless and made sure to eat as much as they could during meals.

  After all, they might soon have to fend for themselves.

  The gradually smoother roads weighed heavily on Adam Smith’s mind.

  The lord’s pace of development had never slowed, which meant that if he failed to keep up, he might be discarded.

  How could Adam Smith feel at ease under such pressure?

  Just as Adam Smith’s worries deepened, a rge group of kobolds came rushing over.

  Everyoared in shock as the kobolds spread out and dumped small stones along the roadside.

  These kobolds eveools, expertly leveling the road’s surface as they worked.

  Even the barbarian sves, watg the kobolds scurrying about, couldn’t help but feel fused.

  The wagon drivers, who had heard rumazed in amazement at the se before them.

  This spectacle increased their fiden the treatment Adam Smith had promised.

  Meanwhile, the rge gathering of adventurers couldn’t resist starting a versation.

  “I wonder if the rumors are true— a siroll really fetch 50 gold s?”

  “Probably not anywhere else, but here? It seems pusible…”

  “I’ve already heard from the Adventurers’ Guild; it’s defirue. I even heard they pn to set up a branch here…”

  “I believe the first part, but a new guild branch? That’s probably a rumor…”

  “Haha, whether there’s a branch or not doesn’t matter, as long as the bounties are high enough…”

  “Fifty gold s for oroll—that’s a reward unlike any other…”

  “Has ahought about bringing trolls in from elsewhere?”

  “Haha, nice idea, but the lord isn’t a fool…”

  “One simple truth spell would reveal that kind of trick, so don’t get any funny ideas…”

  “I heard the lord has a dragon!”

  “That’s defirue—it’s already the talk of Bloodmoon City…”

  “Some spellcasters say it’s probably a drake…”

  “It’s still a dragon… and way strohan any ordinary lesser dragon…”

  “…”

  With various thoughts in mind, everyone arrived at the gates of Bay Vilge.

  The well-ordered ranks of soldiers, just like before, awaited their arrival.

  This time, the number of formations had increased to five.

  Over 200 soldiers stood in a powerful dispy, giving everyone who arrived a stern wele.

  Refleg on the nds being cultivated along the way, Adam Smith finally uood why the lord was always recruiting more people.

  At the same time, he realized that the situation he was about to face might be even more difficult than he had anticipated.

  Among the barbarian sves, a wagon slowly came to a halt. Inside, an old barbarian shaman stared deeply at the t walls, her wrinkled face showing a trace of sadness.

  A tall, rugged barbarian approached, bowing his head in respect, his face tinged with shame.

  His massive, powerful frame bh tattoos of a rge, tusked mouth. His calloused hands lifted to help the elderly shaman dismount the wagon.

  “We survived that terrible battlefield; we won’t give up so easily. Let’s see what happens…”

  His words only deepehe barbarian’s guilt. He gnervously at the soldiers, his eyes showing both restraint and unease, as if he were fag formidable oppos.

  The other barbarian sves also gathered closer, led by the tall barbarian and the shaman, as they sloroached the gate.

  The rest of the caravaurheir heads, curious about what the barbarian sves inteo do.

  Yet, the soldiers in formation showed ion, as if they hadn’t noticed the barbarians approag.

  Old John narrowed his eyes slightly, while nearby, Golden Fang’s muscles tensed—both sensed a faint pressure from the tall barbarian approag slowly.

  However, Ralph remained calm and turo the hurried Adam Smith, asking:

  “Is this the master-level expert, Ms. Tana?”

  As he asked, Ralph turo face the elderly barbarian shaman.

  He smiled serenely, showing no hint of prejudice despite her being a barbarian.

  The unusual dispy left the old shamaant. Before she could respond, Adam Smith quickly nodded and answered:

  “Yes, this is Ms. Tana, the master I invited. She’s an expert breeder, skilled in raising advanced warhorses, camel beasts, and komodo beasts.”

  Before the shaman could reply, Ralph gestured politely.

  Bay Vilge weled all talent with open arms.

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  FAL