My chosen ones are all the fourth disaster

The interior of the Giant Oak Forest is full of monsters, and the center is an absolute forbidden area occupied by high-level monsters.

But the abundant magic resources and the treasures buried in the previous era.

Attract countless adventurers and magicians, regardless of the danger to their lives, to come from afar.

Where there are people, there are city-states, so there are Nari Town and Dis City.

But not everyone can wear decent clothes, live in the city, and enjoy the protection of the city guards.

There is a large number of lower-class civilians.

They cannot support the high taxes in the city and live outside the city-state.

They live by cultivating land with low taxes near the Giant Oak Forest.

Accumulate coins and seek a ticket for yourself and your relatives to enter the city for refuge when the magic tide comes.

...

The tough grass grows all over the hillside, drifting in the wind, like a constantly changing gray cloud.

Only a few places are exposed, revealing fields where crops have just sprouted, or simple wooden houses.

It was like a piece of neat cloth with several holes.

Edgar climbed over the hillside skillfully.

He found a simple house made of thatched grass in the leeward side.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

His fingers knocked on the door three times rhythmically.

However, there was a dead silence inside the door.

There was no response.

Edgar's expression did not change at all, and his voice was low:

"Don't pretend, I know you are inside."

But the response to him was still deathly silence.

Edgar took a deep breath, and his tone added a bit of helplessness and sincerity.

"This time I brought more than just Red Sun Coins."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a light "click".

The tightly closed door opened.

An old man with a dark and thin figure and sharp eyes like a wolf leaned out half of his body.

He looked around vigilantly and confirmed that there was no danger.

He was relieved with obvious fluctuations in his movements.

The old man's name is Prison Blade.

A name that doesn't sound like a name, but it is a very normal naming style among the lower class people in Eltia.

Even the old man's name is pretty nice.

At least it's not so casual that he directly calls him "short stool" or "black foot" and so on.

Edgar met him a few days ago.

The other party is a local snake in the neighborhood. He has lived here for five years and is quite prestigious.

From him, Edgar bought ten pieces of clothes made of tough grass and a bunch of practical farming tools with 20 red sun coins.

Tough grass grows in the wind and is everywhere.

Because it is tough enough and has less water, it is very easy to weave clothes from tough grass, which is the most common dress for the lower class people.

The general currency of the Kingdom of Yoan, to which Nari Town belongs, is called Sol.

The price of tough grass clothes is generally around 1 to 5 Sols.

The value of 1 red sun coin is 100 Sols.

It seemed that Edgar was losing a lot, but in fact, the other party wanted 100 soles instead of 10 red sun coins.

Too expensive currency is more like a hot potato in hand.

Because of Edgar's identity, he couldn't spend the money.

So the transaction a few days ago was a price that was acceptable to both parties.

Now, Ye Zhi wanted him to come out and find more novice equipment for players.

The first trading target that Edgar thought of was still him.

Prisoner's knife made way, revealing a dark room.

"Come in."

Edgar stepped over the threshold and the door closed immediately.

The doors and windows in the house were closed, and it was extremely dark even during the day.

Prisoner's knife fumbled to light an oil lamp.

The dim light swayed in the narrow space, barely illuminating the scene inside the house.

Well, the room can be described as bare.

In addition to a table, a broken bed, a three-legged stool, and a few bottles and jars in the corner.

There was nothing else.

Edgar looked at the room, which was even more visible after not seeing it for a few days.

"You are pretending to be poor."

Prisoner's Blade snorted.

"How can the noble knight really understand the lives of us little people?"

He moved a square stone in the corner to the side of the table, just under the three-legged stool.

Although the stool was still unstable, it was much better than the shaky state at the beginning.

Prisoner's Blade sat down on the three-legged stool.

He crossed his legs, and his eyes revealed a bit of unruliness.

"Come on, the former Dawn Knight, the apostate who pushed the Blazing Church to the glorious peak of the Godfall Era and gave it a head-on blow in the end..."

"The famous Fallen Sword Edgar Renault, what do you want to trade with the old man this time?"

Edgar raised his eyes, a sharp flash in his eyes, and then returned to the bottomless tranquility.

"Good intelligence capabilities."

EdEdgar looked at Prisoner Blade carefully, more attentively than when they first met.

He was secretly surprised.

No matter how you look at it, the other party is a thoroughly ordinary person, who has not been exposed to any magical power transformation.

And in a few years, he will enter the final chapter of human life.

But in just two days, his true identity was learned!

There was a hint of inquiry in Edgar's tone.

"This is not a news channel that refugees in the wilderness can have. Who are you?"

Prisoner Blade chuckled, his laughter was hoarse and slightly vicissitudes, and it was particularly unpleasant.

"Haha, so the noble knight doesn't understand the lives of us little people."

"The old man can be neighbors with monsters for five years, so he must be smarter in other places!"

"We don't know magic, and the only thing we can train to improve is that ability to observe words and expressions."

After that.

His tone changed, and he became more cautious and pleading.

"The old man has also heard about the situation of the Watchers. We are all in the same boat, so please understand each other."

"It's not easy for everyone. Today is the last transaction. Please don't come again!"

In front of a powerful magician, ordinary people are the most likely to be affected.

Mysterious magic and the future of the era have nothing to do with them!

They just want to live in peace!

Edgar narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little surprised.

The other party's attitude was much better than he expected.

He was neutral to the members of the Watchers.

He had nothing to do with the "little people" he mentioned!

Surprise was just a momentary emotion.

Just like Prison Blade didn't ask about the use of the traded items, he didn't ask about the other party's origins.

Edgar took out the list of items he had prepared long ago.

"I want enough tough grass clothes, as well as farming and construction tools, as many as you want!"

Prison Blade looked at the long list of tools on the list, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

He thought to himself that it was not good.

Edgar was really rude to say it was a deal!

The items on the list were all basic tools.

But there were many types.

Even if he went to the most prosperous store in Nari Town to buy them, he might not be able to get them all at once!

The more Prisoner Knife looked at it, the more regretful he felt.

If he had known that he would meet such an evil god today, he should have gone to the town to hide!

No, after knowing the other party's true identity, he should have moved overnight!

The more Prisoner Knife read down, the more frightened he was.

The other party listed a bunch of iron weapons on the list, and he had the nerve to say they were farming tools!

He didn't even disguise himself, making it difficult for him to pretend to be stupid!