After searching the entire 500-kilometer radius of the Spirit Tribe, Yang Ling temporarily stopped his search for the thousand-year-old ancient tree.

  The ancient trees are scarce on the outskirts of the forest, and the Tras Forest, where high-level demons roam, is still not strong enough for now. Whether it's based on the elves' classics or the hornet beast's memory, they all say that the demons in the depths of the dense forest are incredibly powerful, and without solid skills, going in would be just a mouthful for them.

  At the same time, according to Zhe Hou's report, the number of unidentified mercenaries in Weisen Town on the outskirts of the forest is increasing. In order to prevent a fatal attack by Yimia, Yang Ling decided to take a trip himself and thoroughly understand the situation.

  After making preparations, Yang Ling rode the Lion Eagle alone to Wiesentown outside the Trasen Forest, rushing along the way and seizing every opportunity to train the Demon Beast Army. In a big battle with the Barbarians, although the Evil Eyes performed well, they also exposed a fatal flaw, severely wasting firepower.

  Evolved second-tier Angle Beasts can only fire three poisonous stingers per day. Similarly, unevolved Evil Eye's magical power is limited, and they can only fire a dozen or so light balls per day. On the battlefield, if they exhaust their magic but still cannot end the battle, what awaits them will be a massacre. Therefore, increasing accuracy is extremely important.

  As a mid-tier demon beast, the Griffin's speed was extremely fast and its endurance far surpassed that of the Hornet Beast, flying thousands of miles in a single day. Two days later, Yang Ling arrived smoothly at Visen Town outside the Tras Forest.

  Weisen town is not big, with simple wooden houses on the east and west sides. The streets are narrow, with only a handful of shops on both sides, mostly small to medium-sized wood processing workshops. But what surprised Yang Ling was that there was actually a dimly lit tavern, which had quite a few people inside, all of whom were drunk.

  "Sir, do you need any special service?"

  Yang Ling had just entered the door when a heavily made-up young woman quickly approached him. Wearing revealing clothes, through the thin semi-transparent outerwear, a pair of slender and sturdy long legs could be seen, and even the twin peaks on her chest were faintly visible.

  "No need, just bring me two cups of wine!" After years of frequenting bars, Yang Ling knew the profession of this heavily made-up woman without needing to think. It seemed that wherever there was wine, there were men, and where there were many men gathered, there were women like her - it was no different in any other world.

  "Sir, for just a few crystal coins, you can get an indescribably wonderful special service!" The heavily made-up young woman gazed at Yang Ling with a seductive look, leaning in close, "Or is it that Dulcis isn't attractive enough?"

  Yang Ling's heart skipped a beat. Looking at her seductive posture, an evil thought suddenly emerged in his mind, "The mysterious witchcraft can tame magical beasts, can tame ancient trees that have become spirits, perhaps, dripping fresh blood on a woman's body can tame a female slave!"

  Tame a female slave who is at your beck and call?

  After a gust of cool wind blew by, Yang Ling snapped out of his frantic thoughts. Lately, for some reason, his composure seemed to be getting worse in certain aspects, and he didn't know if it was because of practicing the mysterious witchcraft or something else. He often dreamed of the woman in the suit who used to squeeze onto the public bus with him.

  Taking a deep breath, Yang Ling quickly calmed down and gently pushed away the heavily made-up young woman. Weisen Town was Emiya's stronghold, with many claws and teeth, now is not the time for flirting, it's better to take the time to find out the specific situation.

  After getting rid of the entanglement of the heavily made-up woman, Yang Ling sat down in a corner of the tavern and quietly observed the surrounding situation. Not far from him, two mercenary-dressed men were drinking and muttering something non-stop, which soon caught his attention.

  "Hey, Kui Te, I heard that a few pretty and tender young girls have just arrived. Have you tasted them?"

  "Ibiris, twenty black crystal coins at once? That's daylight robbery! But that stimulating... Tsk tsk, Fenrist, don't miss it, absolutely better than the yellow-faced woman in your house!" A burly man with a sloppy appearance licked his tongue, wearing a worn-out armor, seemingly a fallen mercenary.

  Like a cow, Finrester downed the bitter ale in one gulp and slammed his mug onto the table with a loud "clunk". "Damn it, business is getting tougher by the day. I'd have to sell my underwear just to get twenty crystal coins!"

  "Don't cry poor here, you just received a task, how can you have no money?"

  "It's better if I don't say anything, but when I do, it makes my blood boil. After finally completing the task, I only got one-fifth of the reward. Damn Ymiria, damn Anka family, this life is unbearable!"

  Finnley the thief was indignant, having just completed a mission at great personal risk only to be spotted by one of the Anka family's lapdogs and forced to hand over nearly all his protection money.

  Glancing around nervously, the mercenary Grite raised his index finger, "Shh, keep your voice down, you want to lose another fingertip? If Ankas' dogs hear you, be careful!"

  After drinking a mouthful of wine, thief Fenrist's eyes turned red. Half a year ago, he had his right ring finger chopped off by Imia's house guard just because he didn't pay the protection fee on time. And it was also because of this that the flexibility of his right hand was much worse than before, and business became less and less, life becoming increasingly difficult.

  Fenrist gritted his teeth, and mercenary Gurtel understood that he had touched a sore spot again. "Brother, let's not talk about it anymore. Come on, have a drink! By the way, you thieves are well-informed, I heard someone found a huge dragon cave deep in the Trassen forest, don't know if it's true or false?"

  "Guriete, I'm not afraid to say it out loud, but I've been exhausted trying to figure out the specific situation! Fenisster hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "But recently, many people with unknown identities have come to town, including heavily armored great swordsmen and many noble magicians. It's also rumored that the Temple has sent a Temple Knight and a Great Magician over... it seems it's not just a rumor!"

  "The Knights Templar of the Vatican? No wonder the Anka family has been low-key lately, so that's how it is!"

  Mercenary Grote suddenly enlightened, the Ankas family's running dog has been more peaceful recently, no longer making a big fuss in Visen town every day like before. It seems that people's reputation and tree shadows, the Ankas family, who are evil, also fear colliding with the Knights of the Tribunal, known for upholding justice.

  "Hey, would you two like to have a few drinks together? I'm buying!" After hearing the conversation between the two, Yang Ling thought for a moment before walking over with a smile, "Buddy, let's get three cups of fine wine!"

  Looking at Yang Ling who came uninvited, the mercenary cautiously closed his mouth, while the thief Fenrist continued to mutter a few sentences in a low voice.

  "It's fate that we meet, two brothers, come on, let's have a drink!" Yang Ling enthusiastically raised his wine cup.

  After inadvertently learning about the discovery of Longxue and the news of the arrival of the Church, Yang Ling understood that it was not a futile trip. Without saying anything else, at least after the Anka family dared not to retaliate openly, his actions in the town would be much more convenient.

  The gloomy thief Fenrist raised his cup with one hand, tilted his head and drank, while the mercenary Guleiter hesitated for a moment, "This gentleman looks unfamiliar, is it his first time in Visen Town? I wonder what to call him?"

  The thief downed a cup of wine in one gulp, Yang Ling shook his head, thinking of the generous dwarf Lumi. "I'm Yang Ling, a weapons merchant. I heard that the demand for weapons is high in Visen Town, so I came to check out the market!"

  Without much consideration, Yang Ling found a reasonable identity. Just now, after circling around outside for a few rounds, the entire town of Visen surprisingly didn't have a single decent weapon shop. Whether it's logging or hunting in the Tras Forest, a large number of weapons are needed. Perhaps opening a weapon shop in the town is not a bad choice.

  After taking a sip of Yang Ling's bitter sorghum wine, Gu Li Te said: "Oh, so it was the great merchant Yang. Forgive me for my disrespect. By the way, which trade association does your esteemed self belong to?"

  It's said that Yang Ling is preparing to open a weapons store, which made Gu Li Tu feel moved. A weapons store is different from an ironwork shop, requiring a huge investment of financial and material resources. Without sufficient capital, it's not even worth thinking about.

  "It's just a small business, and no one will know if I say it out loud!" Yang Ling smiled mysteriously, "I've already discussed the weapons and armor with the dwarves of the mountains, and funding is not an issue. Now all we need are a few more partners, do either of you two have any interest in coming over to help?"

  On this continent, the weapons forged by the dwarves are renowned for their sharpness and durability. Yang Ling believed that as long as he could get the dwarf Rumila to do the hard labor, business would definitely be booming. Of course, if a few local snakes helped out, then progress would be even smoother. This was just like how many foreign companies along the coast liked to hire a local person to be their so-called "public relations director", same principle.

  "What, Dwarves of the Mountain?"

  Gulete and Fenrister exchanged a glance, both of them turning pale with shock. The dwarves' craftsmanship was unparalleled, and the demand for their weapons far exceeded supply. If what Yang Ling said was true, that he possessed a large quantity of dwarven-crafted arms, then he must be incredibly wealthy. His so-called "small merchant group" was definitely not to be underestimated; it was likely that he simply didn't want to say more.

  After a moment of contemplation, Guleiter and Fenrister understood the meaning in each other's eyes. If everything was true, then by climbing up to Yang Ling this big tree, they would encounter an opportunity that came once in a thousand years. Even if Yang Ling was just talking nonsense, it was still worth taking a gamble.

  After hitting it off, Guleiter and Fenrist invited Yang Ling to the VIP room of the tavern, where they enthusiastically chatted. Soon, Yang Ling quickly grasped all aspects of information about Weisen Town, including even the fact that Anka's second concubine liked to wear pink lace underwear through Fenrist, a thief who hated the Anka family with a passion.