October 3, noon.
Bay City, warehouse district.
Caravans and Adventurer Squads came and went in a continuous stream.
Most of them were here to sell or purchase all kinds of goods.
Bay Territory would only collect a tax here, and only once at that.
Paris was leading his men in tallying up the Iron-limbed Bows and Longswords, full of praise for the modifications and quality of the items.
Annie followed by his side, curiously surveying the bustling warehouse district, her attention primarily on Butler Ralph and the carriage behind him.
Matthew pushed open the carriage door, a content Yaya nibbled on a sugar-coated hawthorn stick, sitting on his shoulder as usual.
"Huh? Are they really Elves? I can't tell at all…"
Yaya sneakily glanced at Paris, asking curiously.
Matthew's thoughts wandered back from reminiscences, "Yes, they are not only Elves but also Elite Elves whose average strength has reached the Advanced Level."
