Chapter 120: The Worried Adam Smith

  Time passed in a fsh.

  April 22.

  The sky was clear, as blue as a wash.

  The bzing sun hung high in the sky, like a massive fireball, enthusiastically releasing its energy.

  Blood Moon City, southeastern warehouse district.

  Adam Smith's Thorn Caravan had purchased a massive warehouse here.

  Outside the warehouse was bustling, crowded with pushcart workers preparing to depart.

  Inside was still busy, as the final batch of goods was being loaded onto the carriages.

  In the ter of the warehouse, boxes of magic crystals were carefully pced onto the carriages.

  Adam Smith directed them while anxiously gng outside the training ground, always feeling a sense of foreboding.

  Last time they returo Blood Moon City.

  Adam Smith thought that with the s brought from Bay Territory and the elite soldiers representing his status, he could quell the greed of those guys.

  But he never expected that those people were sant.

  Not only did they show no iion of iating, but they even attempted to assassinate him!

  Adam Smith nearly died!

  That lethal arrow, before anyone could react, shot straight towards his chest!

  Even his personal guard captain, Mellen, didn’t expeeoo be so bold as to attempt an assassination in Blood Moon City!

  In the split sed when he couldn’t dodge, Adam Smith could evehe faint blue poison gleaming oip of that deadly arrow.

  They wanted him dead!

  Fortunately, people hesitate out of shock, but the s do not!

  Adam Smith, still haunted by fear, vividly remembered the t stepping in front of him, bringing a wave of relief and ao his head!

  Thus, when Adam Smith received the secret letter from Bay Territory, he decisively chose to ply.

  He waited a few more days, gathered more supplies, and recruited mees.

  At the same time, Adam Smith spread the news of the assassination attempt throughout Blood Moon City.

  vely, he also promoted his Thorn Caravan and Bay Territory.

  The purpose was to warn those guys— "I know it was your doing!"

  Adam Smith checked the time, then g the caravan members perf their final iions.

  The time had e!

  He led two s into the heavily guarded teleportation chamber.

  As the blue teleportation light fshed, 50 figures appeared before Adam Smith.

  Adam Smith instantly reized the burly Beelzebub, feeling a surge of tension as he saw the dark red armor he was wearing.

  "Has his strength growronger?"

  The other barbarian soldiers, also thick steel armor, simply standing there, exerted an invisible pressure on him.

  Adam Smith could clearly feel that the strength of these barbarian soldiers had also greatly increased!

  He felt a deep sense of gratitude that the lord had not abandoned him!

  At that moment, a cloaked figure stepped out from behind Beelzebub.

  It was Matthew's illusion e!

  A "mysterious" Arist!

  Half an hour ter.

  With Adam Smith's order, the massive voy set out.

  At the forefrohe well-armed soldiers from Bay Territory.

  Marg in formation, they ted loudly as they exited the city gates, drawing the envious and curious gazes of onlookers.

  Following the soldiers was a voy covered in oilcloth.

  In the voy of over 20es.

  More than 2,000 pushcart workers straiogether.

  On both sides of the voy, adventurers who had agreed to join them followed along.

  Many of them were curiously discussing:

  "Does Bay Territory really reward 50 gold s for killing a troll?"

  "Unless it's a guarding or patrolling task, you don't get paid for killing a troll. But if you capture one, you earn 50 gold s!"

  "That's right, I came back specifically to call everyoo make some money!"

  "There are over 400 adventurers in roup alone, right? Are there that many trolls in the Dark Forest?"

  "Heh, this is just the start! There are millions of trolls in the Dark Forest! Enough for everyoo get rich for life!"

  "Did the lord of Bay Territory set a limit on how many trolls we capture?"

  "No limits at all. I heard from Butler Ralph that the more, the better!"

  "And I heard that Bay Territory is already preparing to develop Troll Valley."

  "Some people have already gotten rich. See that group over there? They’ve already been recruited!"

  "What's in those carriages?"

  "Food, ons, materials, and s. Bay Territory is developing rapidly now..."

  "The most important thing is that the lord is incredibly generous, willing to spend gold s!"

  "..."

  Uhe adventurers, who felt joy and anticipation, the refugees at the rear of the voy appeared anxious.

  Most of the refugees wao stay in Blood Moon City and were unwilling to veo the dangerous wilderness.

  Too many had already fallen along the way.

  Unfortunately, Blood Moon City didn’t wele them.

  To be more precise, almost ories or towns weled them.

  Their identities were unclear, and not every refugee possessed skills or abilities that could make these towns give them a ce.

  Most of the refugees recruited by Adam Smith with promises of food and a bright future were families, the elderly, or those who couldn't survive on their own.

  So, even if it was just for a bite to eat, they chose to tinue following Adam Smith.

  The only thing that gave them some reassurance was that Adam Smith had purchased over 50es with fitted partments.

  He allowed the weak, elderly, and children who couldn’t hahe long march to ride in the carriages, while others traveled light.

  Adam Smith wasn't just looking out for them; he was also sidering the voy's speed.

  He turned his head, gazing at Blood Moon City perched half the mountainside, feeling as if someone was watg him.

  "The enemy's iions must still be malicious!"

  Filled with some worry, Adam Smith g the beside him and said to his vigint guard captain, Mellen:

  "Notify the adventurers around us to scout the surroundings, making sure they travel in groups of at least five. If anything seems off, tell them not to act rashly..."

  Guard Captain Mellen didn’t think Adam Smith was overreag; instead, he nodded in full agreement:

  "No problem, I’ll remind them. Maybe you should head inside first..."

  Adam Smith didn’t argue and climbed into the carriage—a specially designed armored wagon that had cost him 9,000 gold s.

  It could defend against sword strikes a le attacks from crossbows.

  It even offered det prote against destructive spells like Fireball.

  As soon as Adam Smith got inside, he saw Matthew peeking through the window, quickly starting a versation:

  "I heard that the territorial guards have increased their patrols. Those guys shouldn't dare to atta the main road, right?"

  Pulling his gaze away from Blood Moon City in the distance, Matthew heard Adam Smith’s question and, looking at the ominous se outside, calmly replied in a deep voice:

  "Prepare for the worst while hoping for the best!"

  FAL