The bandits active on the border generally plunder passing merchant groups and travelers, and rarely have the guts to attack towns. After all, even if the border defense army is not good, it is still a regular army of the empire, equipped with priest teams and knight teams. Killing some bandits who can't even assemble their equipment is really not stressful.

  Most bandits kept a low profile, avoiding being targeted for elimination, but there were always some fearless guys who recklessly burned, killed and looted, repeatedly challenging the dignity of the Western Border Duke.

  Without exception, these outlaws all ended up on the wanted list of the Western Frontier, their portraits printed as "Wanted" posters and plastered across the small towns along the border.

  In this world, there will always be adventurers who want to get rich overnight and become famous. Those fierce bandits' heads are their shortcut to fame.

  Even a five-year-old child knows that every bounty has a strong bloody smell that can't be washed away, with adventurers and fierce bandits.

  In this cruel massacre, every surviving bandit is notorious and has a high bounty.

  Cannibal Tyson, alias 'Iron Man', newly risen great thief, likes to kill enemies and eat their ears raw, reward 10,000 gold Delran.

  Baolong Rui Ni, nicknamed 'Balloon', debuted by instantly killing the captain of Arsenal Knights' vanguard with a single shot, earning him great fame in the Western Territory. The enraged captain offered a high price of 500,000 gold Delran for his head, but all the mercenaries who coveted this reward ended up becoming Baolong's subordinates and dying at his hands.

  "Tsk tsk, it's already risen to 150,000 Gold Delrans!"

  Danton saw Roonie's wanted poster on the top right corner of the bulletin board, yellowed by wind and sun, but the marked amount of gold coins was still clear, not torn off, indicating that the reward was effective, and the violent bear was still at large.

  A 'worth' of over 10,000 yuan, the fierce bandit's strength was still at war level even if it was slightly inferior. Killing Tang Dun instantly was a foregone conclusion, so he continued to flip downwards.

  Minotaur village of Kido, Beast tribe female Shaman, reward 5,000 Gold Delran!

  Tang Don let out a sigh and gave up. The minimum price for being on the wanted list was 300 gold coins, but with his abilities, he couldn't even handle a small fry worth 10 gold coins. Wanting to live off the bounty would only lead to starvation.

  Returning to his humble abode, in order to save money, Tanton also stopped cooking and gnawed on a piece of black bread, thinking about ways to make a fortune.

  As a resident of Delank, I naturally use the currency with the suffix "Delank". For a family of three, the monthly living expenses are approximately fifteen gold Delanks. However, ordinary civilians probably haven't seen a few gold coins in their lifetime, and silver Delanks are commonly used instead.

  "I heard that the postal workers in the Imperial City can earn over a dozen silver coins just from tips alone! I don't know if it's true or not!" Tang Dong shook his head, casting aside the unrealistic fantasy, and prepared to go out and find some odd jobs.

  At this time in the past, Tang Dun had already packed his mailbag and set out on his journey to deliver letters, only he would never have to do it again.

  "What a three-year career as a postman!"

  Danton, walking on the main street, suddenly became idle, very unaccustomed to it, but more was sighing, relying on these legs to deliver messages, he supported his sister Irene, allowing her to take the entrance exam for the most famous St. George Magic Academy in Drankfort, and he had feelings for this job.

  If it weren't for Boulmer's constant fault-finding, which had become unbearable, Downton thought he might have made a career of being a postman.

  "Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you!" Justin exclaimed as soon as he saw Downton, followed by six postmen who were all on good terms with him.

  "What's wrong?" Tang Don looked at Will's swollen mouth and frowned: "Why don't you go home and rest?"

  "It's all my fault!" Will felt guilty.

  "Don't blame yourself, without you, Balm wouldn't have let me off either." Downton smiled openly and patted his shoulder, "You think I couldn't make it as a postman and would starve to death?"

  "How is this possible? You're the Fox of Western Border!"

  "You're just going to lose your title as the first postman!"

  The boys chattered and called out nicknames to Tong Dun, their hearty laughter echoing far away in the drizzle, although the way they comforted their friends was clumsy, but undoubtedly represented a sincere friendship.

  "Off you go, then! Go have a feast at the Golden Boar Inn!" Duren, tall and imposing, punched Thronton in the chest with his fist and clapped him on the shoulder.

  "Never mind!" Tong Dun refused, everyone was a child of an ordinary family and was not rich at all, where could they afford to go to a tavern.

  "Look down on us?" Duren hugged Tanton tightly, not letting him break free, and the other boys also pushed from behind.

  "Just the trick of picking up a nearby email you taught us is worth 100 meals!"

  These young men were truly grateful to Tongdon. Each of them had received his kindness and was personally trained by him as a postal worker.

  Drankfort is located in the northern part of the Western Continent and is a third-rate country with a comprehensive national strength, often referred to as poor and backward.

  Apart from the Imperial Capital Area, the remaining territory is divided into four major domains: East, West, South and North, which are the hereditary territories of the Four Great Dukes.

  Morning Fog Town is located in Redwood County and belongs to the Western Border Duke Praxido. The taxes that Tanton pays every year all flow into the pockets of this family.

  Ten thousand years ago, the fifth continental holy war, the giant dragon hills as one of the main battlefields, was bombed by the giant dragon legion led by the Red Dragon King, with thousands of wounds and holes. The adjacent Redwood County was also affected.

  It is said that under the ravages of tens of thousands of fire magic, the entire county was reduced to ashes, until the establishment of Delenkof, when immigrants came and the area slowly regained its vitality.

  On the land scorched by the dragon's breath, even today, many years later, many crops still cannot be planted. Even oats, which have the strongest adaptability, can only be harvested once a year, and most of the grains are withered, like malnourished beggars.

  Fortunately, the border residents do not rely on farming for a living. In the underground of Chenfeng Town, there are rich magical mineral veins. Otherwise, the king would not have migrated refugees. However, with nearly a thousand years of mining, the veins have gradually become depleted, and the border economy has become increasingly bleak, leading more young people to choose to leave home and make a living in big cities.

  Too many abandoned mining towns, like lonely ghosts, stand on the border land, becoming dens of monsters, bandits and vagrants, making Redwood County look even more desolate and chaotic.

  Across the vast sunset wasteland is the Beastman Empire, where ivory, beast hides, and magical blood of mighty beasts are produced. These goods can be sold to the Human Empire for a handsome profit, thus this trade route was established.

  Chenwu Town, as the last major supply point for entering the Sunset Wilderness, is flooded with merchants, mercenaries and adventurers every year during peak season, filling up every corner of the town, with several inns being overcrowded.

  As soon as Tanton stepped into the Golden Ivory Tavern, a cacophony of sounds mixed with the smell of alcohol and sweat hit him in the face, causing him to furrow his brow slightly. He really didn't like this kind of noise.

  A dwarf covered in mining dust got drunk and fell asleep beside the table, snoring loudly, completely unaware that his wallet had just been stolen.

  The dancers stood on the high platform in the hall, accompanied by lively music, dancing tap dance with all their might. Every time they lifted their snow-white thighs high, a string of whistles would be raised.

  A few ill-bred mercenaries crouched under the stage, looking up with their heads tilted back, trying to sneak a peek at the dancers' underskirts.

  "Eight shots of Dragon's Breath!" Justin yelled at the bartender, a familiar order that clearly hadn't been made in a while.

  Among a group of young people, he is considered one who knows how to have fun and isn't very frugal, so every month's end he has to find someone to borrow money from to get by.

  "Sit down!" Durrant found a few empty seats and pulled Tangdon over, only to walk a few steps before realizing he hadn't followed.

  "What's wrong?" Justin followed Downton's line of sight and looked over, "Hiss, a down-and-out traveling merchant, what's there to see? Hurry up and go drink!"

  "You go first, I'll take a look at what goods they're selling!" Tandon dodged several drunken customers and walked to the corner where the merchant had set up his stall.

  This is a mysterious guy, wearing a black robe, with a cloak draped over his body, and his entire face hidden under the hood. His lungs must have been injured, and every time he breathes, it makes a sound similar to a bellows.

  On the ground was spread a Bohemian carpet stained with wine, on which were placed mechanical watches, huge coloured feathers, striped stones...

  Not one exception, all of them looked like mysterious goods.

  "A broken wooden stick, and you want one hundred guilders for it? Are you out of your mind?" A fat merchant spat with disdain, but his hands didn't let go of the totem-like wooden stick, carefully feeling it.

  The merchant did not speak and didn't even lift his head.

  "Hey, stop being mysterious, this trick won't fool me. I'll give you a flat price, ten silver Delrans, and I'll take it." The merchant's glassy eyes rolled over once, sharply lowering the price.

  Next to them, there were about a dozen or so customers casually browsing through the goods, but they didn't seem very interested in shopping. They were also seasoned travelers who had seen their fair share of the world and wouldn't be easily fooled by the merchant's pretentious airs, which were probably only meant to deceive some country bumpkin who had never been out of his village.

  "Thirteen silver Delrans, no more." The fat merchant raised his price.

  "Ge Langtai, you're also the number one merchant in our Chenwu Town, worth over ten million, and yet you're still haggling with a down-and-out businessman?" someone teased Ge Langtai.

  "You don't understand, every single copper plate should be spent on the blade edge. If the value created doesn't double, it's a loss!" Glangtai stretched out his thumb and scratched the two neatly trimmed whiskers under his nose, then quoted again, "Alright, I lost, twenty silver Delands, can't go any higher."

  The traveling merchant didn't say anything and just shook his head.

  Danton's gaze fell on a classic book placed in the upper left corner of the blanket, about six centimeters thick, roughly A3 paper size, wrapped in leather, very old, full of oil stains and black dirt, even with dark red bloodstains.

  Unlike his peers who liked to play, Tang Dun spent all his time working for money, exercising to absorb magical energy, and collecting books, which he believed made people wise and knowledgeable.

  "You really think you're one of the five most mysterious legendary traveling merchants on the mainland, and the goods you sell are all rare legends? Thirty silver Delrans, if you don't open your mouth I won't buy it!" Ge Langtai issued the final ultimatum, a pair of small eyes staring at the opponent, trying to find the price bottom line.

  "It seems very interesting!" Downton bent down to pick up the book, but a hand was quicker and beat him to it!

  "I want this book!"