Soon, under the leadership of Dek and Al, we headed towards the west gate of Logue as Dek claimed. It was good to see that there were only wooden fences without any moats around it. It seemed like the people in Logue were quite confident.

As we approached the west gate, more and more crowds of civilians appeared. Most of them were chasing after some unknown animals heading outwards. These animals varied greatly in appearance - some looked like pigs or cows while others resembled chickens or even had strange features such as a mix between a pig and cow or long-haired bodies similar to an enlarged version of a Haba dog.

These unknown animals were actually the main source of meat for all residents in Logue campsite since it was not suitable for planting crops due to its barrenness. They could only barely grow some hardy crops such as wheat while most other vegetarian fruits had to be imported from Lu·Gao Yin, which was known as the commercial capital city located in the east. Items such as red fruit (similar to apples) and Morolo (a food similar to potatoes) were considered luxury items for civilians living in Logue campsite who could hardly afford them except on rare occasions throughout each year. Their daily diet mainly consisted of coarse wheat cakes, meat soup, cheese along with wild vegetables collected outside.

The large group consisting of these unknown animal herds moving out from West Gate represented their main source of food supply within Logue campsite since they are herbivorous creatures being led by civilians towards grazing areas surrounding outer perimeters where small-scale breeders would return before nightfall whereas larger scale farmers would simply stay outside overnight with tents and food supplies prepared beforehand along with simple wooden stakes used together with ropes fencing off large numbers of poultry.

Dek and Al's primary task as archers within Logue is protecting these civilians and poultry from monster attacks during patrols especially during summer when grass grows abundantly. These herdsmen would simply lead their poultry around Logue campsite for a while to find enough food supply whereas owners could also pick some wild vegetables during leisure time to improve their diet. However, winter is more troublesome since most plants wither away and these herdsmen must travel far away in order to feed their poultry which makes it even harder for them as patrollers.

The above paragraph was explained in detail by Dek who kindly led the way before us. As we approached, civilians coming towards us looked at us with awe and admiration while pulling and dragging their own poultry aside to make way for us. For a moment, there were continuous sounds of chickens clucking, dogs barking, pigs squealing and sheep bleating - this feeling of being respected was truly satisfying...

Under the guidance of these two people (Dek and Al), we soon arrived at the foot of West Gate where I saw that it was about 10 meters wide and 8 meters high with wooden gates embedded with iron plates upon closer inspection. Ten Logue archers stood on both sides looking imposingly serious which made me realize that regardless of whether humans or Logues existed within this world, they still had strong awareness regarding appearances. Why build such magnificent gates? Doesn't it only highlight how shabby the walls are? What's the point of having an 8-meter-high gate? Is it meant for two barbarians along with a druid transformed into a bear playing human stacking games?...

Obviously, the prestige of Laer's group in the Rogge camp is quite good. When the ten Rogges guarding the city gate saw them coming, they immediately lowered their proud heads and their eyes were full of worshipful stars. However, when they looked at me, their eyes turned into confusion.

Damn it! One day I will make you look at my eyes with real admiration.

As soon as I entered through the gate, I was stunned by what I saw.

When you walk from a quiet passage and open a door to find that outside is Maracana Stadium which can accommodate 20 people and there is a World Cup final going on with cheers all around you, how would you feel?

I don't know how to describe my feelings right now. Perhaps from other people's perspective, I must have looked like a country bumpkin entering the city for the first time.

In this plain surrounded by wooden fences are countless tents scattered like sand grains. These tents vary in size; some are similar to those lent to us by Laer along our journey while others are nearly 1,000 square meters tall - higher than five-story buildings - with wide embroidered cloth doors where people come and go frequently. Some smaller ones simply lay rough cloth over their tent entrances displaying goods for sale.

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Although it looks chaotic at first glance, there is still some order among these tents. Everyone consciously leaves small paths so that if someone wants to buy something from your stall but cannot get through due to lack of space then no one will become rich.

The essence of road construction has been perfectly demonstrated here.

Seeing these countless tents finally made me understand what Laer meant when he said that residents in Rogge camp had high mobility...

Dekker noticed my dumbfounded expression and smiled before saying: "This side of West Gate is commercial area which naturally tends to be more prosperous compared to other three areas which are residential. The central area of the camp is a paradise for most job changers."

Dekker and El parted ways with us at the entrance since their task was to patrol. It was already an honor for them to personally escort us here.

The four of us slowly walked along a wider road in West District where people seemed particularly crowded. Thanks to our identities, people on the road would automatically make way for us out of respect or fear. After all, who knows if they accidentally brushed against one of us and left permanent injuries due to our powerful bodies...

Therefore, whether it's out of respect or fear, everyone consciously stands aside; those in front see us as moving idols while those behind see us as blazing flame demons...

"Dear Wu, what are your plans now?" Laer turned his head towards me and asked.

I shrugged my shoulders indicating that I didn't know either - we'll just take it step by step.

Damn it! How did I unconsciously learn Uncle Bad Knight's signature move?

"How about staying at my place for a few days first? My wife will definitely treat you with delicious food." Laer warmly invited me.

Without answering him directly, I looked at Doge and Guff first.

"We don't have any specific plans yet but we want to go drink in Central Area then find a hotel," said Doge after thinking about it.

After considering everything carefully, I declined Laer's kind offer and decided to follow Doge and Guff instead since Laer had been away from home for three months already so he should spend some time alone with his wife without me being there like a third wheel listening to inappropriate sounds at night.

Seeing my firm attitude, Laer didn't insist anymore. We agreed on the time and place before parting ways at an intersection.

After Laer left, Doge became more open-minded. He put his arm around Guff's shoulder on his left and let his right hand hang heavily on my left shoulder due to the height difference.

"Haha~~ After more than three months of bird life, we must drink heartily today."

Doge became excited and forgot himself. His broken voice instantly suppressed all the noise around us, causing even me who had already gotten used to it to have a headache again.

After walking for about half an hour, there were gradually fewer tents around us. Only a few scattered ones remained with people passing by much less frequently. However, more people with strange clothing appeared; they seemed intentionally lowering their voices when speaking as if adding some eerie and oppressive atmosphere here.

"Because it's close to the central square, most of those living here are job changers so naturally there are fewer people," said Doge loudly without considering the surrounding atmosphere. His words sounded particularly harsh in this eerie environment which made everyone look at him suspiciously. Guff and I quickly moved away from him to show our innocence.

Looking carefully around me, what Doge said was true - there were increasingly more strange crowds wearing equipment like us who were obviously also job changers.

Why do we say they look strange? It's because of their clothing and weapons. Look at that person over there, with a thin build, gloomy face, cold expression, wearing an unremarkable cloth shirt whose properties are unknown. Perhaps feeling it wasn't cool enough, they dyed the shirt black and threw on a black hooded cloak (not equipment) to cover their entire head. There is indeed a hint of necromancer style in this outfit but then you look at what they're holding - a shiny little hand axe which clearly indicates its use for murder and robbery.

Once you combine this necromancer style with the hand axe in hand, it creates a different kind of charm. How can I describe it? If he were my boss, I would say "Sir/Madam, your attire exudes both the elegance and coldness of a mage as well as the passion and courage of a warrior; perfectly blending together into one amazing outfit! My goodness! Anyone can tell that you are definitely an expert who has mastered both magic and martial arts."

If he were my subordinate however...I wouldn't hesitate to ask him to leave immediately. This appearance is not something I'd want to be seen with...

Alright alright...I admit that I shouldn't make fun of them since this isn't just some game where equipment falls from the sky. Weapons especially those used by mages are hard to come by; something easily reflected upon these job changers' appearances. Not only was there just now someone who looked like an emaciated butcher wielding an axe but also earlier when passing me by was another paladin dressed in blue leather armor whose imposing aura indicated high level yet still held onto nothing more than crude wooden sticks given out during job change.

Then there's also that Amazon beauty standing next to the fruit stand on our right-hand side whose spear looks like no ordinary item yet she wears nothing more than everyday clothes like me...