Dylan.

Delan is the southern part of the main continent, a relatively famous city, not very far from Jialan City, a straight line distance of only more than a hundred miles. It's just that in this land of more than 100 miles, there are two small mountain ranges, and a forest, as well as countless large and small thieves hiding in the mountains and forests.

Therefore, although Delan and Jialan City are not far from each other, there is not a lot of exchange, and there are only a few merchant groups to trade and communicate with each other every month. Each of these guilds has a large number of guards, and some of them even have wandering low-level free wizards and knights. Only in this way will they be able to escape the harassment of the many bandit gangs, and sell each other's missing goods between the two cities for huge profits.

In other words, the businessmen who organized these merchant groups did something that could be regarded as licking blood on the tip of a knife, and there was a high risk. Once they have the force, they can't make the thieves along the way enough to fear and fear, and the consequences are unimaginable. As soon as the first group of thieves jumps out, attacks them, and deals some damage. The rest of the bands of thieves will swarm like sharks in the sea that smell blood, biting them to the point of not being left with any debris.

This has happened many times.

But no matter how many times this happened, the trade between Delan and Jialan City was never completely severed, and it was the Deland merchants who were never afraid of sacrifice and only afraid of making no money to make all this.

This is a quality of all Teresa merchants.

This quality can be said to be bad because of greed, but it can also be said to be excellent because of tenacity.

In any case, it is precisely because of this quality that Deland has been able to develop step by step to where it is today.

Deland's real name is called Deland, which means that he was originally just an inconspicuous town. The town was poor and barren, producing scarcely anything that could be sold for money, except for grain. However, after generations of Deland merchants pioneered, the town eventually became one of the famous commercial centers in the southern part of the main continent.

The current Delan is far more prosperous than Jialan City, better than more than half of the cities in the south of the main continent, and it is no longer worthy of the name to continue to call "town", and many people have added a "big" word in front of her name - Dadelan Town.

Of course, more people call her directly - Delan.

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Dylan.

In the center of the city, on one of the busiest streets. A four-storey stone tower stands, with a bright red and yellow lacquer exterior and exquisite reliefs, and is incomparably gorgeously decorated.

This is a famous gold cave in Deland, where unmarried male aristocrats, wealthy people, and merry young people like to come, where they can get heavenly enjoyment.

No, what they get is a pleasure that is better than heaven.

It was early in the morning, and an old wizard in a clean white robe walked out of the Pinjin Grotto, his steps a little staggering.

His name was Shaman, and he was over sixty years old. For ordinary wizards, this age is not too big - although wizards can't greatly delay their own lifespan, but through some spells, they can ensure that they can live healthier than ordinary people, and they will gradually show obvious aging after the age of seventy.

Shaman is different, just in his sixties, his face is full of frowns, and he can't even compare to some well-maintained nobles. Because he is only a first-level low-level wizard, he is not proficient in many spells, coupled with greed for pleasure and excessive indulgence, he has become what he is now.

But Shaman doesn't regret it at all, he thinks that this is his life.

Because of the wizard's lack of talent, he died many years ago and continued to work his way up, focusing more on the pursuit of fun. In his opinion, the pursuit of worldly pleasures is more wonderful than the boring search for truth in the wizarding world.

After all, in the wizarding world, no matter how many spells you have studied and how many mysteries you have understood, it is impossible to experience what it is like to be carefully served by a teenage girl in bed.

That soft, that soft, that moist.

Gee!

Xia Man squinted and reminisced about the experience of the night, the expression on his face was very satisfied.

However, after taking two steps, the muscles on his face twisted slightly, and the wrinkles on his forehead wrinkled the word "Chuan".

"Ahem......"

Xia Man coughed lightly twice, feeling that his waist suddenly hurt badly.

In fact, not only does it hurt in the back, but every bone in the body seems to be creaking and almost falling apart.

It seems that yesterday was indeed a bit excessive, and it should be tempered.

However, the girl named Caroline is really seductive.

With thoughts spinning around in his head, Sharman approached a horse-drawn carriage parked on the street.

Seeing that there was no movement in the carriage, he frowned, raised his hand and "banged" several times, and slammed it on the outer wall of the carriage.

"Whoa!"

Immediately there was a sound in the carriage, and a handsome boy of fifteen or sixteen years old poked his head out and glanced at Xia Man, and the whole person almost rolled down and landed with a "bang".

The boy put on a flattering smile and quickly greeted, "Master Shaman, you are out, how are you doing?"

"Hmm. Xia Man nodded his head, his aching body made him too lazy to say anything, just said, "Go back." ”

"Yes, you get into the carriage first. The boy said, kneeling down on one knee, bowing his head, and holding his shoulders up.

Shaman was not polite, he was completely accustomed to it, and with one foot on the boy's shoulder, he put a cushion, and the next step stepped on the carriage, and with a bend of his head into the carriage, he lay down on the soft cushion in the carriage.

He could feel that the mat was warm, and it must have been in the night, and the boy was lying on it and secretly sleeping. He was a little unhappy about this, but there was no need to lose his temper over such a trivial matter, after all, this young man named Shar was still very pleasing to him, and he didn't want to be too harsh.

At this time, the young Shar poked his head in, and out of nowhere, he took out a hot towel soaked in water and handed it to Shaman. Shaman wiped his face and hands, and then covered his face, feeling warm, and the soreness in his whole body felt relieved a lot.

The young Shar spoke up: "Master Shaman, you take a nap in the carriage first, recover your spirits, and I will drive back to your mansion." On the road, I will slow down and steady to avoid disturbing you. I'll wake you up when I get to the mansion. What do you think?"

"Well, good. Shaman slowly lowered his hand, agreed, adjusted his position on the blanket of the carriage, and fell asleep comfortably.

The boy stepped out of the carriage, started the carriage, and drove the horse into the distance, leaving the bustling street.

Not far away, on the second floor of an inn on the street, two pairs of eyes were watching the carriage leave.

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