Chapter 259
On a long grassy road, a small town came into view up ahead.
This dilapidated town could be considered a small market where people from the prairie bring animal skins, lambs, and horse milk to exchange for salt, hemp cloth, and other necessities.
Not belonging to the Rong Clan and out of control of the Empire, this small town is a haven for bandits, murderers, and smugglers.
Here, there were gambling houses and brothels, where one could buy good wine brought from the Empire and also buy prairie girls with long braids.
A horse-drawn carriage came to this place and stopped in front of the well in the center of the town. The man got off the carriage to fetch water from the well. In the process, he stopped to survey his surroundings.
The eeriness came from the silence. It was too quiet, like a city swept by a biochemical crisis where all the people had died, and the city had turned into a graveyard.
"Hey, let's gamble, let's gamble."
