Chapter 779: Chapter 777 Delan
Delan is a relatively famous city in the southern part of the Main Continent, not far from Jialan City, just a little over a hundred miles in a straight line. However, within those hundred or so miles lies two small mountain ranges and a forest, concealing countless Thief Groups of varying sizes.
Therefore, even though Delan is not far from Jialan City, there is not much exchange between them, with only a few Merchant Groups trading and communicating each month. These Merchant Groups have a large number of Guards, and some even include wandering Low-level Free Wizards and Magic Knights. Only in this way can they avoid harassment from the numerous Thief Groups, selling goods that each city lacks and making huge profits.
In other words, the business these merchants are engaged in is extremely risky, akin to walking on a knife’s edge. If the force they possess does not instill sufficient fear in the Thief Groups along the way, the consequences would be unimaginable. If just one Thief Group attacks them and causes some damage, the rest of the Thief Groups will swarm like sharks that smell blood in the sea, leaving them with nothing.
This kind of thing has happened multiple times.
But no matter how many times it happens, the trade between Delan and Jialan City has never been completely cut off. It is the Delan merchants who are never afraid of sacrifices but only afraid of not making money.
This is a common trait among all Delan merchants.
This trait could be considered bad because of their greed, or good because of their resilience.
Regardless, it is this quality that has allowed Delan to gradually develop to what it is today.
Delan’s original name was Delan Town, indicating it was initially just an inconspicuous small town. The town was poor and barren, barely producing any goods of value other than food. However, after generations of Delan merchants expanded, Delan Town eventually evolved into one of the famous commercial centers in the southern part of the Main Continent.
Now, Delan is so prosperous that it surpasses Jialan City and more than half of the cities in the southern Main Continent. Continuing to call it “Town” no longer suits its reality, and many have added a “Great” to its name—Great Delan Town.
Of course, most people simply refer to it as—Delan.
In the city center, on the busiest street. A Stone Building, striking with its four-story height, stands adorned in vivid red and yellow paint and embellished with exquisite reliefs, making it incredibly luxurious.
This is a famous pleasure house in Delan where unmarried male Nobles, wealthy individuals, and pleasure-seeking young men favor most. Here, they can experience pleasures akin to Heaven.
No, what they receive is pleasure beyond that of Heaven.
It was early morning, and an Old Wizard in a clean white robe staggered out of the pleasure house.
His name was Shamman, and he was over sixty years old—a not very significant age for wizards. Even though wizards could not significantly delay their aging, through certain Spells, they could ensure healthier lives than ordinary people until they start showing clear signs of aging after seventy.
Shamman was different. At just over sixty, he had a deeply furrowed brow, looking even more worn than some well-maintained Nobles. This was because he was only a First-level Low-level Wizard, not well-versed in many Spells, and had become what he was now due to his indulgence and excess pleasure-seeking.
But Shamman had no regrets, believing this was the life for him.
Due to insufficient magical Talent, he had abandoned the idea of advancing further many years ago and devoted more energy to pursuing pleasures. In his view, compared to the dull pursuit of truth in the Wizard World, seeking worldly pleasures was far more delightful.
After all, in the Wizard World, no matter how many Spells one mastered or mysteries one unraveled, nothing could match the experience of being meticulously pampered by a charming teenage girl in bed.
The softness, the gentleness, the smoothness.
Shar squinted his eyes, savoring the experience of the night, a look of satisfaction on his face.
However, after taking a few steps, the muscles on his face slightly twisted, and wrinkles formed a “Chuan” character on his forehead.
Shar coughed lightly, feeling a sudden sharp pain in his back.
In fact, it wasn’t just his back that hurt, every bone in his body seemed to creak, almost falling apart.
It seemed that he had indeed overdone it last night, he should have shown some restraint.
But that girl named Caroline, she really was enticing.
With various thoughts swirling in his head, Shar approached a carriage parked on the street.
Seeing that the carriage was still, he frowned and raised his hand to knock several times, pounding on the outer walls of the carriage.
Immediately, there was a sound from inside the carriage, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old handsome boy poked his head out, saw it was Shar, and almost rolled out, falling to the ground with a “bang.”
The boy put on a pleasing smile and quickly greeted, “Master Shar, you are out! Feeling okay?”
“Mm,” Shar nodded slightly, too sore to speak any further, simply said, “Let’s go back.”
“Yes, you first get on the carriage,” the boy said, kneeling on one knee, bowing his head, and bracing his shoulder.
Shar, fully accustomed to this, stepped on the boy’s shoulder, used it as leverage, and then stepped into the carriage, bending down into the compartment and lying on the soft cushions inside.
He could feel that the cushion was warm; the boy must have been lying on it, secretly sleeping during the night. Shar was slightly displeased, but it seemed completely unnecessary to lose his temper over such a trivial matter, especially since this boy named Shar was quite pleasing to him, and he didn’t want to appear overly harsh.
Just then, young Shar poked his head in, extracting a hot towel soaked in water from somewhere and handed it to Shar. Shar wiped his face and hands, then covered his face with it, feeling a comforting warmth, much relieving the aches in his body.
Young Shar spoke, “Master Shar, you take a nap in the carriage while I drive back to your mansion. I’ll go slowly and steadily on the road to avoid disturbing you. Once we reach the mansion, I’ll wake you up. How does that sound?”
“Mm, good,” Shar slowly lowered his hands in agreement, adjusted his position on the carriage’s blanket, comfortably fell asleep, and did not speak further.
The boy tiptoed out of the carriage, started it up, and drove the horses away, leaving the bustling street.
Not far off, on the second floor of an inn on the street, two pairs of eyes watched the carriage depart.