I'm a dragon, I only want to steal princesses

Chapter 116 Shaman City

Shaman City, Gannon and Anya walked side by side on the street.

Anya glanced at Gannon again, and finally couldn't help but say, "You're so conspicuous..."

"What?" Gannon turned his head to look at Anya, "There are people everywhere who dress weirder than me, so I shouldn't be conspicuous."

In Ganon's eyes, there is a big difference between Shaman City and the imperial cities he has been to, that is, the races here are mixed, humans, elves, half-elves, dark elves, dwarves, as well as orcs and those who seem to have orc blood Hybrid humans.

Different races, different origins, and different cultural backgrounds are all clearly reflected in the appearance and clothing.In such a hodgepodge, Gannon's transfiguration appearance does not stand out very much.

"Who says how you are dressed? Don't you see how big your pocket is?" Anya whispered, "You look like a fat sheep!"

Gannon glanced at the two cloth bags tied around his waist, which contained heavy platinum and gold coins.

"That's not a lot of money, it's not enough for you dark elves to spend from me for a month." Gannon commented.

"That's all the necessary expenses for deploying the intelligence network according to your requirements." Anya snorted, "As a matter of fact, it's too dangerous for you to carry this money with you."

These are the cash money received from the purchaser after selling the delivered goods. In Ganon's eyes, it is not a lot, but it is definitely not a share that is suitable for carrying with him.

"Will someone rob in the street?" Ganon asked.

"There will be no robbery in the street. There is still a basic order in Sharman City. Different urban areas here are occupied and managed by different gangs. The gangs collect protection fees from residents and shops on their own sites, and then maintain order on their sites. , They have law enforcement powers in their respective territories, and they will take care of street fights, robbery and murder."

Anya paused as she spoke, and then added another piece of information, "By the way, the Fenglong Sect also manages a city here."

"Has the power of Dragon Ascension's Nest also infiltrated here?" Ganon asked.

"This is one of the main sources of followers of the Fenglong Sect. They use special channels in Shaman City to select believers who are willing to serve the dragon to join. In addition, Shaman City is also a source of funds for their sales of products." Anya said .

"They still sell things?" Ganon was a little surprised.

"Otherwise, how do you think you need to feed more than 40 dragons? Whether it's the Dragon Ascension Nest that gathers giant dragons or the Fenglong Cult that gathers people, it costs money. They, like you, rely on selling products to make money Channel." Anya replied.

"What do they sell?" Ganon asked.

"They sell salt. The Dragon's Nest occupies a salt mine, and organizes slaves from the Fenglong Sect to help them dig salt and transport it to various city-states for sale," Anya said.

"I'm a little envious..." Gannon said.

In this kind of world, a salt mine means a stable source of funds. If he has a salt mine, he doesn't have to think about the sale of agricultural products.

"However, we won't go to the other end of Shaman City, which is occupied by the Fenglong Sect. Now we'd better avoid any contact with Dolan Siloney." Anya said.

"Then since there is gang management here, what is there to worry about?" Ganon asked.

"It's the kind of corner where no one is around, dark alleys. Although the gangs will take care of public murder and robbery, if someone commits a crime quietly, they generally don't bother to take care of it. On the street, the most careful thing is..." Anya replied Halfway through, there was a sudden pause.

I saw her hand waved behind her at an elusive speed and then retracted, the blade of the dagger flashed past.

Gannon heard someone gasp from behind, and turned his head.

I saw a man hunched over, clutching the back of his hand and facing him, he had already ran a certain distance, squeezed into the crowd and disappeared.

On the ground behind him, there was a string of blood spots.

"A thief?" Ganon suddenly realized.

The guy just now was probably a pickpocket, trying to steal his purse from behind without anyone noticing.

But as soon as she reached out her hand, Anya pierced her hand with a dagger. She could only suppress the screams, and ran away desperately with her hands in her hands.

"I know that with your blind sense and your obsession with gold coins, that guy probably won't be able to get you." Anya said flatly, "I'm afraid that if you find someone stealing your money, you will punch him in a rage. If he killed him, the gangs in charge of this urban area will not do anything, and the blood may flow like a river, and we will not be able to stay here any longer."

"It makes sense." Gannon said as he untied the purse and threw it to Anya.

"Why?" Anya was taken aback.

"You keep it safe for me, anyway, you can't steal my money." Gannon said.

"It's dead." Anya complained, and chose to tie the purse to her belt and cover it with a cloak.

"That's right, bringing you is indeed the right choice." Ganonen praised.

"Yes, yes, thank you for the compliment." Anya responded in an emotionless tone.

"Where is the middleman?" Ganon asked.

"In the biggest tavern in Shaman City." Anya replied.

"Want to stop by for a drink? I invite you." Ganon suddenly raised the corner of his mouth.

"Shut up, I won't drink with you anymore!" Anya knew that the other party was deliberately teasing her, so she glared at Gannon angrily.

When Gannon followed Anya into the tequila bar in Shaman City, Gannon could clearly feel the unusual atmosphere here.

The tavern doesn't look fancy, it's roughly furnished like a country tavern, with a greasy feel to the tables and floor.

There were a lot of people in the tavern, and there were people at almost every table. Logically speaking, it should be very lively, full of people's voices, rough drunks calling each other and gesticulating drunken fists.

But it was very quiet here. The people at each table just lowered their voices and whispered to discuss with their companions. Some people were still looking around vigilantly to avoid being overheard.

Gannon glanced briefly, and saw a table of armed mercenaries, a table of young girls in cloaks and staffs, a table with two tall orc warriors sitting next to them, and a table with only A thin old man was sitting, flipping through an ancient book with cloudy eyes, as if he was waiting for someone...

"The people here seem to be very stylish..." Ganonen commented on Anya, this place fits his impression of the fantasy world tavern.

"Shouldn't they all be rubbish in your eyes?" Anya said in a voice that only he could hear.

She is very clear that those who are truly capable can basically obtain suitable resources for themselves in different forces. These marginalized people wandering outside the civilized world actually have few truly ruthless characters. With a single hand, you can kill them all just by being in human form.

She led Gannon straight to the counter of the tavern, took out a handful of copper coins and slapped them on the counter, and said to the old woman standing behind wiping the glass: "I want a glass of flame wine with ghost face flowers, I'll ask 'One-Eyed' giant'."

The old woman glanced at Anya, then looked at Gannon behind her, then took the money and replied calmly: "He's upstairs in Box No. [-], I'll send the wine back."

(End of this chapter)