After the rain cleared, the hunter squad set out once more, having rested for a night.
To procure supplies, Lan Yu led the team through the mountain pass towards the nearest town.
The trail, muddied by the rain, slowed their pace somewhat.
Lan Yu and Old Zhang continued their conversation from last night:
"The Northern Barbarians are just too poor—even if the West Continent is willing to sell them weapons, what could they use to pay? They can barely feed themselves."
"Exactly, as long as we can stop those barbarians from stealing things, they won't have the money to trade with the West Continent."
"I wouldn't think the Grassland Royal Court would trade with the West Continent either; it's too far."
"By land, large shipments would be easily noticed. By sea, how far would the West Continent have to navigate around?"
"Makes sense! So, the most likely to trade with the West Continent are only the Two Desert Countries."
"Hmm, the Southern Border isn't our concern."
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