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Garcia was walking on the man-made field path, looking at the strong man walking towards him not far away, and inadvertently clenched his fists, the frosty breath flowing in his hands, and he was ready to fight if he said anything.

At this time, he was in a valley in Badibila. Since he didn't have a map, he wandered around Badibila casually.

In fact, there is no need for a map to find the rumored wandering elf Eric.

According to legend, it will appear at unexpected times and places, so whether you can encounter it depends on luck.

If it weren't for the fact that the supplies he was carrying were almost exhausted, Garcia would not have wanted to approach the village of Badibilari rashly.

In this area that breeds cult atmosphere, everything seems to be born with a vague cult atmosphere.

Cult phenomena occur frequently here, with countless cultists and even more numerous cult groups. No one knows whether this seemingly normal village in front of them is the stronghold of a certain cult.

Moreover, due to the frequent occurrence of cult phenomena, the environment of Badibila changes all the time. It is very likely that yesterday it was a forest, and today it has become a dry forest or simply disappeared out of thin air.

Even if the people who can live here are not cultists, most of them are related to cultists.

However, this village seems a little unusual...

Garcia calmly looked at the surrounding fields, looking at the crops growing freely in the fields, he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Being born in the north, he didn't know much about the animals and plants in the south, but looking at the clearly divided fields and the evenly distributed crops, he knew that most of them were cultivated by humans.

Although he didn't know how long it would take for these crops to mature, it would take at least a month or two, right?

In other words, this village has been settled here for some time?

Those who can find a settlement in Badibila and successfully settle there without being occupied by others are mostly troublesome people.

Of course, in this regard, Garcia wished he was encountering something as difficult as this.

Settlement represents norms, order, the ability to reason, and the possibility of transactions.

If it were a crowd of people wandering around, most of them in Bati Bilari would be civilians and thieves. No one even knows how many cultists or gangsters will appear when a fight starts. This humble guy is also a top criminal who is jointly wanted by many kingdoms.

"Hey, just stand there and don't move." The strong man wearing rough leather armor was walking towards Garcia with a huge one-handed hammer, warning loudly.

"I don't mean any harm, I'm just here to exchange something." Garcia's eyes flashed and he spread his hands to the strong man to show his sincerity.

"What to change?"

"Food, clean water." Garcia's eyes stayed on the one-handed hammer for a moment, silently assessing the strength gap between the two sides, while saying calmly.

Before arriving at the village, he had already estimated several escape routes and even spent some extra time studying the surrounding terrain.

The strength of Silver-level extraordinary people may be considered outstanding in the outside world, but in Badi Billari, Silver-level people can only be regarded as average, and can only ensure a stable life.

"Hehe," the strong man carried a hammer with one hand and looked at Garcia up and down unscrupulously, showing a trace of his eyes scrutinizing prey, "In Badibila, food and drink are quite expensive."

Garcia coughed lightly and casually revealed his silver-level combat power.

When the strong man saw the inscription on his talisman, he restrained his arrogance and even muttered, "People seem to be a bit strong these days..."

Garcia's expression changed, but he didn't answer. He just emphasized again: "I want food and clean water."

"Don't worry, we have them all." The strong man waved his hand nonchalantly, then stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Garcia, "Pay the deposit first."

Garcia glanced sideways at the strong man, then took out a gold coin from his arms and threw it to the strong man.

He weighed it, blew hard on the gold coin, listened to the vibrating sound of the gold coin, and then nodded with satisfaction, "The quality is good, the workmanship of the gold coins of the Kingdom of Algrant is better than those barbarians in the North." ,Am I right?"

He said intentionally or unintentionally, but his seemingly honest eyes were also looking at Garcia.

However, Garcia was too lazy to answer him and just nodded, acknowledging his identity, "Where are the things?"

"It will be delivered in a moment." The strong man said leisurely, turned around and shouted a cry of unknown meaning to the village not far away.

After a while, another call came, which meant that someone already knew.

"Let me be clear in advance. There is no problem with the quality of food and purified water in our village, but the price..." The strong man chuckled, "If you calculate it, one Argent gold coin can be exchanged for ten days of rations."

Is it equivalent to saying that ten silver coins can buy a day's rations?

Garcia raised his eyebrows silently, "The price seems a bit too high, doesn't it?"

Because of the all-pervasive cult atmosphere of Badibilari, the animals and plants growing here contain a lot of cult atmosphere. It is okay to eat it occasionally, but if you eat it for a long time...

Even if you don't become a cultist, you will probably become a lunatic.

As a result, food and water are extremely expensive in Badibila.

This is also the reason why he is unwilling to solve the source of food through hunting. Unless necessary, the cult aura can really be contaminated as little as possible.

Problems that can be solved with a few copper coins in the outside world may be multiplied dozens or even hundreds of times here.

But even so, the price of this ration is too high. Garcia specifically inquired and found out that most of the ration prices in Batibilari range between six and seven silver coins, and few people will pay for eight silver coins.

And this village actually dares to ask for ten?

This seems a little too black-hearted, right?

Seeing the expression on Garcia's face, the strong man was obviously used to it. He patted his chest proudly and said, "I can tell you are new here at first glance. Don't worry, I can guarantee that the rations we provide are worth the price. "

As he spoke, he smiled mysteriously and lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of being overheard, "Our food does not contain any cult atmosphere."

No cult vibe?

Garcia frowned. Seeing that the strong man's expression didn't seem like he was cheating, he suddenly felt a little curious.

Since this village can sell this kind of food and drinking water that does not have a cult flavor, it means that they are not short of this kind of food.

Is there someone silently supporting you behind the scenes, or is there a large caravan that is continuously providing supplies?

Still... Garcia glanced at the inconspicuous farmland next to him again and glanced at the village not far away.

Or have they already mastered the method of purifying the aura of cult?