Chapter 157.1
Prologue of War
It was almost two months since Elena and I arrived in the desert town of Cutlass.
We have been in a vague state of [non-interference as much as possible] with the Munza Group, a group of beastmen. The reason for the “as much as possible” status was that the Munza Group would dispose of the corpses free of charge if something happened to them because of the involvement of the bloodthirsty end members.
Under a promise with the Munza Group, the advanced Potion we made would be wholesaled directly to the Hogloss Trading Company, and although we were able to collect the money, we no longer held a connection to the Khalfaan Empire with their trading company, as we had become enemies with the Kirli Trading Company.
I was now walking alone on the main street of Cutlass.
In the blazing sun, dark-skinned Cruzians, tanned dwarves, and beastmen were busily at work.
Being busy was not the same thing as being lively. Food was expensive in this desert town, and the only way to obtain it cheaply was to join an organization, and if you joined an organization, you had to pay a miserly fee, and as a result, people had to struggle desperately to obtain expensive food.
Although this town was like a slum, the poor and vagrants did not pickpocket or steal. They know that if they were caught in this town, they would be killed unquestionably.
It takes “power” to survive in this town. If you had the power, you wouldn’t even have to steal, you could just take everything from the weak.
But…it was not my imagination that I felt a slight tension in such a town as usual.