Located in the southernmost part of the Kingdom of Moen, the Konston Earldom did not belong to Duke Bylan but was directly under the royal family, holding a status equal to the great dukes.

This remote region had a resounding title - "The Granary of Moen."

This earldom, covering less than forty square kilometers, possessed the kingdom's most fertile black soil. The grain production from this area alone accounted for fifty percent of the kingdom's annual yield.

When Siegfried first heard this, he was genuinely shocked that such a small area could feed half of the country's population.

What kind of soil was this? How many harvests per year?

But then he remembered this was another world, and it made sense - probably the priests from the Harvest Church were working overtime all year round, constantly using magic to ripen crops.

Siegfried's group drove their carriage into Konston City, the capital of Konston Earldom, known as the "City of Wheat Fragrance." The underground auction would be held here tonight.

A pretty face poked out of the carriage window, curiously observing the scenery outside.

Kriemhild was very excited. As a princess, she rarely left the palace, and for the past half year, she had been on the run. She had never traveled like this purely for pleasure before.

"Your Highness, please don't do that! Even with the illusion cloak, we can't guarantee there won't be accidents," Roland, while driving the carriage, worried like a mother hen.

"It's fine! You all saw the wanted posters at the city gate. Even without this cloak, it probably wouldn't matter," Kriemhild replied.

Indeed, every major city in the kingdom now had wanted posters for the princess and her group, though the portraits were masterpieces of abstract art that would make even Picasso weep.

Siegfried swayed back and forth on horseback - yes, you heard right. Despite having a carriage, he chose to ride a horse.

He was being silly again. He had always wanted to ride a horse but never had the chance, so he wasn't about to miss this opportunity. He had added another saddle to one of the carriage horses - Roland drove the carriage while he rode ahead.

Now they had the expressionless Yang Jing and the excited princess in the carriage, Roland the driver at the front, the chunnibyou Siegfried on horseback, and the Garden Person Bobo perched on top of the carriage. They couldn't have been more conspicuous if they tried.

Roland strongly opposed this, of course, but Siegfried shut him down with one sentence: "If you were pursuing us, would you expect your targets to enter the city so openly?"

The major shareholder had a point, so Roland could only keep quiet.

The auction invitation allowed only three people to enter. Siegfried, Roland, and Kriemhild would attend.

Yang Jing was there to guide them and to investigate the location of yesterday's deceased merchant's treasury - yes, Siegfried still hadn't given up on that money.

As for Bobo, Siegfried had dragged him along, fearing the mole might try to escape while he was away. Bobo was extremely unwilling but had to submit to the major shareholder's authority.

Konston City wasn't particularly large, but it was the most prosperous city for miles around. Vendors could be seen everywhere on the streets. Some were merchants from other regions, others were adventurers who had just completed guild quests and were selling their monster-hunting spoils.

This scene finally gave Siegfried a taste of the sword-and-magic fantasy world.

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What had he been doing until now? Either farming or interrogating moles, occasionally risking his life pretending to be tough in front of human-shaped Gundams.

Under Yang Jing's guidance, the group passed through the market district and arrived at the residential area, where they would stay at an inn.

The city's buildings were indeed different from rural places like Fengtao Village. Here stood elegant two-story buildings made of stone bricks and red pine, both beautiful and comfortable.

Laundry hung from balconies extending from the second floors, and occasionally residents would bow to Siegfried's group as they passed below. These were the city's wealthy inhabitants.

Roland hadn't changed into casual clothes. At Siegfried's request, he still wore his knight's armor bearing the Ferdinand family crest. The residents were bowing to him as a noble knight.

This was also why they hadn't been harassed by the greedy city guards at the gate.

Siegfried looked around and saw a familiar sight.

Several emaciated beggars with vacant expressions wandered through this wealthy district. They had come from the slums outside the city, hoping to beg for food in this affluent area. These people, unsurprisingly, represented the majority of this "City of Wheat Fragrance."

He winked at Roland behind him: "Seems even the most fertile land hasn't made them prosperous."

Roland didn't answer, his expression grave. He had seen worse scenes during these past six months.

Both Siegfried and Yang Jing were quite resistant to such scenes, not because they were heartless, but as otherworlders, they found it difficult to treat this world as reality.

When Yang Jing first became a Wanderer two years ago, she would feel distressed at such sights, but after traveling through various worlds, she had developed immunity.

As for Siegfried, well, let's just say he was a devoted Paradox games player.

The group soon arrived at the inn Yang Jing had mentioned.

A beautifully carved wooden sign hung over the inn's door, with letters written in fancy script.

"Stallion Banner... this name can't be copied, right?"

Siegfried gave Yang Jing, who had just jumped down from the carriage, a strange look. He suspected she had chosen this inn because of its name's over 90% similarity to something else.

Pushing open the door, they were hit by the rich aroma of wheat beer, followed by adventurers' shouting, a bard's singing, and clinking glasses - as lively as a marketplace.

The slightly plump innkeeper, upon seeing Siegfried's group - or rather, upon seeing Yang Jing - rushed over enthusiastically.

"Little Mei, are these the companions you mentioned? Oh my, we even have a noble knight! Come in, come in!"

Yang Jing showed a rare smile and spoke familiarly to the innkeeper:

"Auntie, please give us two rooms for one night."

"Of course! I've kept your room empty, and I'll have the kitchen send up some food and wine."

Such enthusiasm - one might think Yang Jing was her daughter.

Siegfried leaned close to Yang Jing's ear and whispered, "Did something happen between you before?"

"Nothing much. I just rescued her wrongly imprisoned son from jail."

She casually mentioned another story that could be expanded into 5000 words.

Siegfried was dumbfounded.

"Wow, your otherworld life is really exciting. I'm nothing compared to you."

Yang Jing gave him a disdainful side-glance.

The noble princess had never been to such a place before. She looked around curiously, sometimes applauding the bard, sometimes moving closer to watch a group of adventurers play Gwent.

By the time Roland noticed his princess was missing, Kriemhild had already successfully integrated into a group of adventurers with her natural charm and was about to sit down to play cards with them.

Roland rushed over in three quick steps and pulled Kriemhild out of the crowd.

"Meow~"

"Your Highness, could you please give me less worry? We're not here to play. Look at Meilan, he's very stead-"

Before he could finish saying "steady," boisterous male laughter erupted behind them.

"Hahahahaha! That's nothing! I've even beaten up a Great Knight!"

"Really? I'm not educated, so don't try to fool me."

"Why would I lie? Not only did I beat her up, I even grabbed her breasts!"

"Amazing! Brother, may I ask your honorable name?"

"I am... Siegfried!"

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