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“Mr. Lee, this is the admission token to the high-end trading fair of the Giant Bear Tribe,” explained Carney. “With this token, you’ll be able to participate in the Giant Bear Tribe’s high-end trading fair!”

In case Dean McKenzie was unaware of the prestige associated with this trading event, Carney continued, “This fair is considered the most high-end trading event for anyone below seven-turn in South Barbarian.”

“Rare and superior objects often appear, and sometimes even Seventh-turn Task Scrolls show up.”

As he was saying this, a thought suddenly struck Carney, “Speaking of which, the people who attacked you might have been preparing for this trading fair.

Their leader has already reached the Six-turn Peak Level 140, and should start preparing for the Seven-turn.

This time, their hostility towards you was likely a desperate attempt to collect funds to purchase a seventh-turn Task Scroll!”

“Really?”

Dean McKenzie raised an eyebrow.

Frankly, he wasn’t interested in why they attacked him. What really intrigued him was this so-called high-end trading fair.

And the matter about the Task Scrolls.

“Aren’t there Promotion Temples? Why would they need Task Scrolls? Why can’t they just use the Promotion Temples?”

“Huh!”

Dean’s question momentarily left Carney speechless, not for its difficulty but for its inherent naivete, akin to his bafflement over people not eating minced meat.

“Well, the Promotion Temple is more straightforward to use if it’s an option.

But the problem is, most of the time, the Promotion Temple is not usable.

Take our Giant Serpent Tribe, for instance, our tribe’s Promotion Temple only has three levels, enabling up to a third-turn only. For higher turns, there are only two choices.

Either borrow from another tribe’s temple or use the Task Scroll.”

“Furthermore, high-level Promotion Temples are scarce; the highest one known this side of South Barbarian only has as many as six levels.

And even those are under the control of the dominant tribes. For minor tribes like ours, trying to borrow the Promotion Temple from the major tribes is nearly impossible – unfathomably expensive yet not guaranteed!

Therefore, Task Scrolls have become our most optimal choice.”

From Carney’s words, Dean McKenzie could grasp the hardship and gloom of factions like theirs who didn’t possess high level Promotion Temples.

Apparently, South Barbarian is no utopia!

Dean McKenzie shook his head and steered the conversation back to the token, “When will their trading fair take place?”

“It is held on the 15th of every month!”

“The 15th, huh?”

The corner of Dean McKenzie’s mouth twitched; considering that today was the 23rd, he would have to wait until next month.

Next month it is.

Dean McKenzie was primarily interested in the fair at the moment, with no urgency to procure anything in particular.

It didn’t matter whether it was next month or the one after that to explore this trading fair.

Subsequently, after Carney finished the inventory check and Dean McKenzie left him to deal with the rest, he prepared to leave. Then Carney abruptly remembered something, “Oh yes, what are you planning to do with Boris Holt?” “Boris Holt, huh?”

Dean McKenzie shrugged, “Can’t we just bury him somewhere?”

Scratching his head, Carney said, “The Business Association behind Boris Holt does hold a certain influence in South Barbarian…”

Dean McKenzie understood, it couldn’t be dealt with that recklessly.

“Yours suggestion?”

“I suggest negotiating with their business association. They have a good reputation. I believe they’ll provide you with a satisfactory answer!”

“Alright, then. You handle it!”

With that, Dean McKenzie left the matter to Carney, returned to his small inn with the Giant Bear token.

After returning to the inn, Dean McKenzie first looked over the Land of Bone.

To be accurate, he was checking up on Finch Olmedo’s situation.

To his surprise, Finch Olmedo was nowhere to be found in the Land of Bone.

Surprised, Dean looked over towards the treasure chest only to discover the elite monster guarding it being knocked down, and the chest pried open.

Just by these signs, Dean had a rough idea of the current situation on Finch’s end.

Simultaneously, the system alert refreshed.

[Your citizen Finch Olmedo has used the [Dogman Nest]!]

“I remember the Dogman Nest being a Level 18 instance, right?

Being able to enter this instance means that this lad is already Level 18. If all goes smoothly in the instance, he should be hitting Level 20 upon exiting. Perfect, once he’s out, I’ll arrange for him to discover the [Promotion Temple]!

In addition, I’ll have Old Six set up a small store with a skeleton acting as an NPC – exclusively selling promotion materials.

Given the current resources in Land of Bone, it shouldn’t take long to train him until the fourth-turn.

After reaching the fourth-turn, he can start work.

I’m quite looking forward to the contribution from this worker.”

Next, Dean McKenzie checked on the progress of the rest of his workforce in the settlement area.

He noted that, overall, they were performing decently.

Most of the warriors, aside from a few that were loafing around, had reached Levels 4 or 5.

For those others who weren’t Finch Olmedo, Dean had no intention of nurturing them until the fourth-turn.

Instead, he planned on giving them some time to grow.

Provisionally set at three months, irrespective of circumstances, they would be sent out.

Dean doesn’t plan on sustaining them forever.

To this extent, he had done his part to the utmost.

They would need to venture forward on their own. At most, Dean could give them a way out by letting them return to the Land of Bone for short periods every month.

Of course, that’s for those engaged in warfare. As for those with a lifestyle profession, Dean would continue to provide for them as long as they wished

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