Cervantes, sitting on a mule cart, glanced up at the towering city walls, and his eyes bloomed with the shock that this 'identity' should have.

"There's another hillbilly ......"

He heard someone laughing, but he ignored it, because the one who was laughing was the city guard.

He bought a scrapped mule cart in a small village, repaired it himself, and then went to another village, where he bought a pile of furs, and drove the mule cart to Gordon.

It didn't take long, a few days to get to the gates of Gordon.

Wearing a set of clothes that were neither new nor old, and his face was covered with wind and frost, he knew that he had been in the field for a long time, and Cervantes looked up at the city wall not far away, and the shock in his eyes did not disappear.

Because of his identity, Cervantes did not suffer much trouble, and the city guards looked down on him as a 'hillbilly', and after paying the entrance fee, they handed over a few copper coins with an embarrassed face, and slipped into Gordon in disdain under the disdainful eyes of several city guards.

It's so easy......

Thinking like this, Cervantes couldn't help but glance back at the city guards, only to be glared back by them.

Not to mention in Winde City, even in other towns in the Duchy there would not be such slack city guards, no wonder this place was infiltrated like a sieve.

With an inexplicable sense of superiority, Cervantes scanned the street in front of him.

Unlike the Duchy of Sorrow, like most countries, Gordon is still chaotic even in the city, with vehicles and pedestrians walking through the road at will, without any order at all, and the dirt on the ground is not known whether it is mud or feces, or both.

Since it is the main road into the city, there are not many people selling on both sides of the road, but if you look at the backpacks and backpacks on people's backs, you can see that most of the people come and go are adventurers and merchants.

Horse-drawn carts and ox-carts come and go, and the cries of donkeys and mules mingle with the hustle and bustle.

The main road is wide, after all, this is once a holy city of wealth, but due to the chaos, it seems a little narrow and congested.

Cervantes sat on the mule cart, driving the mule, and his curious eyes kept looking around, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

After entering the city, the speed of the mule cart 'moved' much slower, but looking at the people around him did not care, it seemed that he was already familiar with this situation.

This kind of road condition does not appear in the Principality of Sorrowful Wind at all, and it stands to reason that they have long been open to study, but except in the Principality of Sorrowful Wind, Cervantes has never seen an orderly traffic order anywhere else.

'These people are so inefficient!' said Cervantes, mocking in his heart, admiring the bustle of the place.

Now that he's infiltrated Gordon, he's going to have to be careful.

At the city gate, although he didn't see his wanted warrant, he also knew that when he made a big fuss in Gordon, kidnapped the goddess of wealth, and frustrated the plans of the great nobles of the Moore Commercial Federation, how much did they hate themselves?

If it weren't for the fact that they were the Grand Duke of the Principality of Sorrowful Wind, they would have issued a wanted warrant long ago.

Driving a mule cart down the street, Cervantes couldn't help but yawn in the hot sun, the city's hotels seemed to be full all the time, and he couldn't find a hotel where he could stay after looking around for a long time.

The noise of people around him couldn't stop his sleepiness, and sure enough, the dragon shouldn't be active for a long time, and he wanted to sleep well now.

His slightly narrowed eyes subconsciously scanned the surroundings, but the people on the street were rubbing shoulders, and even he couldn't observe too much.

It's a bit of a hassle......

Cervantes didn't care that he couldn't get in touch with the high-level of the Moore Commercial Federation in his current identity, and if he could get in touch with the high-level of the Moore Commercial Federation, he wouldn't use this identity!

He didn't know if there were people from the Plague Church in the upper echelons of the Moore Business Federation, and rash contact would only reveal his identity, and if he was besieged and killed because of this, it would be worth the loss.

He doesn't have half a strong ally here, and although the Church of Fortune and the Church of Radiance will do their best to help him, these two churches don't have any strong people stationed here, and they can't help him in battle......

Cervantes asked the people around him if there were any hotels in the neighborhood where people could live, and he was told that only the slums had places where people could live.

Buzz~

With his keen hearing, he noticed the sordid environment as soon as he entered the lower town.

Black and green flies fluttered on the garbage heaps on the side of the street, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell that made people vomit, and Cervantes turned off his sense of smell at the first time, but his face turned black from the stimulation.

The street in front of you is clearly distinguished from the street behind you, and the street in front of you is especially deserted compared to the bustle behind you.

Cervantes hesitated for a moment, and then drove in on a mule cart, causing several big men on the street to laugh.

His eyes glanced at the big men invisibly, and he knew how they were disheveled and holding wine bottles in their hands.

One had two fingers broken, one had one hand missing, and one was blind in one eye...... Oh, as expected!

Seeing that two of them took out a few copper coins and handed them to the others, Cervantes understood what they were laughing at.

After a single glance, he drove the mule cart into the depths of the street, and found a random inn to stay in.

Because he didn't want to cause trouble, he didn't find a hotel that didn't look good like he used to walk in human society, and he was going to lurk here for ten days and half a month this time!

After setting up the mule, Cervantes sat down at the front desk with an unnatural smile, took out a few copper coins in a pretended manner, and pretended to be heroic: "A bottle of cider!"

"Puff ......"

As soon as the words fell, a few low chuckles came from the side.

At the sound of those laughter, Cervantes' face froze, his lips twitched, he snorted a few times, and then pursed his mouth tightly.

The innkeeper held back a smile and placed a wooden cup in front of him, "Your wine!"

Then he swept a few copper plates that were obviously higher than the value of cider into his pocket, turned around and left.

Cervantes stared blankly at the innkeeper, bitterly picked up the cider, and took a sip.

'It's so bad!' he frowned slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing him as a novice, the people around him couldn't help but gloat, watching newcomers eat deflated is one of their favorite entertainment.

As seniors, of course, they don't remind these newcomers, if they need to be reminded all the time, how should newcomers grow up? Therefore, when they see newcomers frustrated, seniors better pretend to turn a blind eye...... Poofha!

Hearing the shrill laughter of those men, Cervantes was so stimulated that his face turned red, his fists clenched, his head bowed, but he did not dare to say anything.

The innkeeper glanced at the men, shook his head with a smile, and after packing up the wine glasses and wooden plates left by the others, he came to Cervantes again, "Okay young man, is there anything you want to inquire about?"

Cervantes shuddered and looked up in surprise, his eyes full of gratitude.

"Uh, I, I'm ......" he stammered with excitement and couldn't say a word.

Seeing him like this, the innkeeper smiled dumbly and comforted: "Relax young man, you have already paid." ”

After hearing the innkeeper's words, Cervantes took a few deep breaths before nodding his head and showing a silly smile.

"The ......," he swallowed, scratching the back of his head embarrassedly, "I want to know where the fur is ......"

Listening to the laughter in his ears, Cervantes knew that his disguise was very successful this time.