To be honest, as the central area of the Rogge Camp in the Transferer's Paradise, it is essentially no different from the West District. It is just about buying and consuming entertainment. The only difference is that this place needs to be tidy and beautiful, unlike the West District where tents are scattered all over.

Walking on the large street paved with blue gravel stones, I was overwhelmed by looking at the wooden houses on both sides. Most of what they sell here is related to transferers, such as sturdy tents and food that can last for a long time during journeys. For example, salted fish hanging outside shops and jerky like what Doug eats are also available for sale.

The most common thing here is hotels. Generally speaking, unmarried male transferers, especially barbarians tend to be messy. I have experienced this myself during our half-month journey when we occasionally found water sources; Lal and I would go wash ourselves while those two barbarian brothers never touched water except maybe wiping themselves reluctantly under Lal's angry gaze because their muscles were too tight to move easily or speak clearly due to discomfort caused by fleas crawling all over them.

Therefore, although there are tents available for purchase here but these transferers who have enough money prefer to choose a cleaner hotel instead. Perhaps later I will need to find a cheaper hotel too.

However, what I have always wanted to see -the legendary magic props store- could not be found.

"Young man, can you come over here?"

When I was walking aimlessly with a bewildered look on my face , an old yet gentle female voice sounded not far away from me . Although this sentence was very general , for its owner whose voice sounded so old , probably most people walking down this street now could be called young men . But somehow ,I felt she was calling me . This feeling was quite strange ;I didn't know how describe it exactly but anyway,I stopped and looked towards the direction of that voice.

It was a very ordinary old woman, wearing a nun's dress that many civilian women like to wear. There were several deep wrinkles on her forehead and eyebrows, making her look about 50 or 60 years old. From the contour of her face, one could vaguely see that she must have been an extraordinary beauty when she was young.

She didn't look as old as her voice sounded; I guessed it might be due to long-term high status which gradually formed a lower hoarse tone ,making her voice sound particularly vicissitudes . And the most eye-catching thing about her was those pair of whitish eyes .

Combined with her attire and the respectful gaze from those arrogant transferers passing by ,I can guarantee with Druidia's honor that this is undoubtedly Akara -the new player guide in Diablo who is known as the actual leader of Rogge Camp.

"Hehe..., young man, can you come over and chat with this poor old lady?"

Akara leaned back without using crutches while waving at me with another hand. The smile on his face reminded me of my grandmother who had passed away for so long but loved me dearly.

"Okay... okay..." I involuntarily walked towards Akara while she slowly turned around and walked into an alleyway.

Following behind Akara, I twisted and turned through several corners for more than ten minutes before finally arriving at a small open space.

To say it's a small open space isn't quite accurate because there is a gray tent pitched here. It's just that this tent is too small compared to this not-so-large open space so it’s easy to overlook it.

"Hey young man, if you don't mind coming into this shabby old lady's tent, please come in and have a seat."

Akara turned her head towards me and nodded before entering the tent. Naturally, I followed.

Once inside, I was surprised to find that the space inside the tent was not as small as it appeared from outside. In fact, it was several times larger than expected. I had been worried about whether there would be enough room for me to sit down.

"Young man, come and sit down." At some point Akara had brought over a cup and gestured for me to sit on the wooden chair next to her. She handed me the cup which contained a pale green liquid steaming with heat.

I wondered if it was tea as I took a sip eagerly. The water was hot and almost burned my tongue at first but then transformed into a cool sensation that slid down my throat and spread throughout my body. This wonderful feeling lasted for quite some time before slowly dissipating leaving me feeling refreshed.

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"This is not tea but tastes better than any top-grade tea," I said sincerely while looking at Akara who laughed beside me.

"Hehe...young man how does it taste? This is my own creation called Clear Mind Water."

"It's delicious! It's the best thing I've ever tasted," I replied honestly while still wondering why she had called me here without explanation earlier - perhaps regarding our conversation with Lar about Andariel's resurrection?

As she noticed my silence, Akara suddenly seemed to remember something important.

"Look at this old woman of mine; getting older means forgetting everything including introducing myself properly - so rude of me!"

"Not at all," I quickly responded.

"My name is Akara; just an insignificant old woman selling trinkets in this Rogue Encampment. Perhaps you've heard of my name from someone else?"

Akara smiled kindly with an ordinary appearance and a gentle expression that made her look like any other old woman.

If I could be fooled by this ordinary appearance, then my name wouldn't be Wu Fan. It's ridiculous to think that there is only one person selling magical items in the entire Rogue Encampment. If you're still insignificant, then I'm just a slave who has to sell sweet potatoes for commoners.

She was in charge of tens of thousands of archers in the Rogue Encampment and even had control over several thousand job changers at any given time. If she was still insignificant, then I would have been reduced to being a slave who sold sweet potatoes for commoners.

"Hmm... Hmm? My name is Wu Fan, a newly appointed Druid. Originally... I was under Lord Akara's command. Your name, young man... has long been well-known."

I pretended to be startled and stood up with half-truthful solemnity. To be honest, I really admired this old nun. Just think about it - she managed the entire Rogue Encampment so efficiently and orderly; that alone was already impressive enough. And if you looked at her tent and its simple furnishings inside, you could tell that she still maintained a plain and simple lifestyle. Not to mention that despite being of such an age, she didn't even have anyone serving as her attendant - wasn't this like the Diablo version of Kong Fansen?

"Hehe~~ just an ordinary old woman who has received everyone's love but isn't worth mentioning," Akara laughed and shook her head without any pretense in her expression, making people feel good towards her unlike some leaders who talked one way but acted another.

Taking advantage of this moment, I carefully surveyed the "small" shop. It really was very simple inside apart from several tables and chairs for greeting customers plus another door which probably led to a bedroom or something similar; all remaining space was occupied by several huge shelves and cabinets filled with bottles and jars giving off an appearance akin to a witch's hut - except...

"Lady Akara, why does your tent look so big on the inside yet appear so small from outside?" This had been my question since entering the tent.

Akara seemed to have already seen through my thoughts long ago as she sighed deeply.

"It's those boring old men from the Mage Guild again! They said they wanted to rediscover spatial magic invented by Talaasha over 1000 years ago - one of history's greatest wizards - using my little old lady's tent as their guinea pig."

"Rediscover?"

"Yes!" Akara's voice carried a hint of sadness. "During the original Sin War over 1000 years ago, Talaasha received divine instruction and used a broken soul stone as its core with his own life as the container to seal one of the Three Prime Evils, Baal, within himself. As a result, we suffered from retaliation by resisting forces while God... "

A layer of unmeltable sorrow appeared on Akara's face when she spoke about God; her tone seemed to carry an extremely strong emotion that I didn't know how to describe but could be certain wasn't respect or admiration.

"As leader of the Mage Guild, Talaasha was also their primary target for revenge so in the end almost all members were wiped out along with large amounts of data lost during that time. From then on, magic levels across Dark Continent fell back down to primitive stages and everything had to be re-explored."

Her voice filled with vicissitudes and this nearly public secret spoken from Akara's mouth gave off even more shocking feelings.

"..."

I inwardly scolded myself for bringing up such a topic; looking at Akara's sad expression made me unsure what words would be appropriate now - any comforting words would seem pale and powerless at this moment.

"Oh my oh my! Why did I suddenly start talking about these things? Look at me - just an old woman who likes telling some boring stories when there's nothing else going on." Like changing faces though, Akara returned once again to her smiling appearance.

"The old guys from the Mage Guild took my tent for testing, and when they returned, it became like this. A group of incompetent old men claimed that they succeeded halfway by enlarging the space inside my tent, but couldn't find a way to restore it. So it has been like this ever since," Akara complained.

"I don't see what's wrong with that. It's nice to have a bigger tent," I wondered why anyone would complain about having too much space in their home these days.

"As an old woman, I don't need such a big tent."

Akara smiled and shook her head. "Don't be fooled by all the things I have here. You might think I need so much space to store them all, but actually my small tent before was just right for me. Now that it's so big, I have to buy some empty bottles and jars just to fill up the space so guests won't say there's nothing worth buying here!"

I looked carefully at the cabinets around me and indeed found many empty bottles on display. As for the jars, they were made of clay and you couldn't tell what was inside from outside.

If what Akara said was true, then those old guys really did something good with bad intentions! I felt embarrassed because those magic enthusiasts probably did it on purpose - after all, Akara is the leader of Rogue Encampment; if her house looks shabby or poor in any way others may judge her negatively as well! As Laar once said: research maniacs are stubborn children who love face-saving arguments - which almost sums up everything about those old folks in Mage Guild!

Suddenly I remembered that luxurious yet unattractive West Gate - another masterpiece created by these same people! Really now... can’t they focus their energy on more useful things?