"Welcome to the Trading Land, this is a completely peaceful place, you don't need to worry about fighting, and unauthorized combat and massacre are impossible here..."
A calm female voice narrated welcoming phrases, looking around, but there was nothing.
Damu had accurately perceived that, although the foreign language was ringing in his ears, he could instantly comprehend it.
"Where is this..."
Before his eyes was a fog that was dissipating.
And the ethnic group leader who was striding alone through the fog was both in action and in mentality, engulfed in confusion.
After his "agreement," he instantly arrived here... and as the foggy gas before his eyes gradually cleared, what was revealed was a small town enveloped in white fog.
The tall and peculiar spires, the grand and beautiful religious church burning with heavenly fire, the vast park from which roars of beasts were constantly heard, and at the core, the bank building emanating a modern and sharp air.
