I Have A City In An Alternate World

Chapter 409: The human race’s caravan, the mysterious fatty

Translator: 549690339

As he stepped on the snow on the ground, a “ka ka” sound could be heard. From time to time, the sound of mounts could be heard.

The mist that came out of his nose and mouth proved how cold the weather was.

Even those strong and sturdy mounts were unable to withstand such cold weather.

Under the constant urging of the members of the caravan who were riding on the mounts, the mounts walked slowly and listlessly.

The bodies of these mounts were covered in rising mist and frost formed from sweat.

In order to prevent these mounts from being frozen, the caravan members put animal skins on the mounts to help them resist the cold.

After all, they had to rely on these beast camels to transport goods along the way, so they could not make any mistakes!

The two caravans continued to move forward on the road. Many of the members of the caravans were also wrapped in a mess of items to keep out the cold.

Although the physique of cultivators was far superior to that of ordinary people, they could not withstand the continuous assault of the cold.

Last night’s snowstorm had tormented these cultivators, and they had yet to recover from it.

Among the two traveling caravans, one of them was a human caravan, which was very eye-catching.

There were about seven hundred people in this caravan, and their faces were covered in dust. It was clear that they had traveled a long way.

The sudden heavy snow caught the caravan members off guard.

They had never seen such heavy snow in the area they were in, and many people were even wearing thin clothes.

In such cold weather, the unlined clothes they were wearing had almost no effect on keeping out the cold.

Fortunately, they had killed a lot of monsters along the way, and the fine fur was kept, which came in handy now.

He wrapped the animal skins around his body and tied them up with grass ropes. Although they looked out of place, they could still resist some of the cold.

At this moment, there was a fat man in the caravan who attracted extra attention.

This Fatty’s body was extremely strong and fat.

The fat man, who was as thick as his arms and legs, was actually wrapped in seven or eight pieces of animal skin from top to bottom.

As if he was afraid that he would catch a cold, even his head was fastened with a simple animal skin tube, which acted as a leather hat to keep out the cold.

Walking on the snow-covered road, the fat man was like a moving ball, which was particularly eye-catching in the caravan!

The members of the foreign trade caravan would look over from time to time, trying to hold back their smiles.

After all, this Fatty’s appearance was really funny!

Those mocking gazes could not escape Fatty’s perception at all.

However, fatty didn’t care about the gazes of these guys at all. He continued to act in his own way.

At this moment, he was looking at the middle-aged cultivator beside him with a smug expression. He could not help but smile.

“Old Sun, do you want to play one more round, and bet on this silver horned beast skin you have?”

As he spoke, the fatty glanced at the beast skin on the other party’s body, which flickered with silver light, and seemed to be very pleased.

“Get lost, I’m too lazy to care about you!”

Judging from the aura of this middle-aged man, he was a Lord-tier cultivator!

In the Wildlands, no one dared to provoke a Lord-tier cultivator. After all, everyone knew how powerful they were.

However, in front of this chuckling fatty, the middle-aged feudal lord cultivator, who was the leader of the caravan guards, could not show off his might at all.

When he looked at the fatty, there was even a trace of fear in his eyes.

The middle-aged cultivator looked at the fat man with a vigilant look, and his right hand subconsciously pressed on the silver horned beast skin.

This silver horned beast skin was extremely rare. The middle-aged cultivator had spent a lot of effort to kill the Lord Grade silver horned beast and obtain this exquisite beast skin.

He had originally planned to give this silver horned beast skin to his daughter as a birthday gift after this mission was over.

However, the temperature had dropped drastically last night, so the middle-aged cultivator had to take it out and wrap it around his body for warmth.

In fact, the middle-aged man originally had a few good beast skins, but they had all become the property of the fat man beside him!

This bastard won all the beast furs of the caravan guards, and now he even wanted the silver horned beast fur. He was really insatiable!

The middle-aged cultivator decided to ignore this guy until they reached Holy Dragon City.

Looking at the middle-aged cultivator with his mouth shut and eyes looking up at the sky, the fat man chuckled and turned around to climb onto a bike pulled by a riding beast.

There were all kinds of animal skins on the carriage!

After fatty climbed up, he laid down comfortably in the pile of animal skins, his face full of pride.

After seeing the fat man’s expression of enjoyment, a few guards in the caravan, who were wearing thin clothes and shivering in the cold wind, had looks of disdain and fear on their faces.

In the entire caravan, only these few people didn’t have beast skins to keep out the cold. There was obviously a reason for this!

It turned out that a few days ago, a few guards couldn’t resist the Fatty’s temptation and gambled a few rounds with him.

The guards of these caravans had traveled far and wide. When they were lonely and bored, they would often play a few rounds. All of them were people of this trade.

The caravan Guard was very confident in his gambling skills.

With the cooperation of a few people, it was simply an easy thing to win against a fatty of unknown origin.

Hence, they began to play happily next to the bonfire in the rest Camp.

Watching someone placing a bet, those businessmen and guards also joined in for a few rounds.

However, no one had expected that this fatty was actually an expert. After only a few rounds, he had won everyone’s brains clean.

After losing all of their brains, a few of the guards made a plan and placed all of the precious fur they had obtained along the way up.

These furs were all good goods that the guards of the caravan had killed while they were on the road. They could be sold for a good price in the market.

In order to win back their lost brains, these caravan guards also placed their last bet.

However, these furs were the common property of the caravan guards. They were taking a huge risk by doing so.

It was fine if they won, but if they lost, they would definitely be punished!

The few of them were also anxious about losing, so they had to use this plan.

Who would have thought that this Fatty’s luck would be so good that the cart of furs from the caravan members would eventually become his spoils of war?

A few members of the caravan were unwilling to give up and began to think about how to get back what they had lost.

This fatty had joined the caravan halfway and had always been alone. He should be a wild cultivator without any background.

Perhaps after scaring him a little, this guy would spit out the brain that he won.

After the caravan guards made up their minds, they sneaked into the fat man’s tent that night.

No one knew what happened during this period.

However, on the second day, these guards were all bruised and swollen. When they looked at the fatty, their eyes were full of fear, and their faces were full of flattering smiles.

To be able to put a group of level four and five cultivators in such a sorry state, this fatty was obviously not a simple character!

The leader of the caravan’s guards, the middle-aged Lord-tier cultivator, personally went to the fat man to ask for it.

To everyone’s surprise, even this Lord-tier cultivator couldn’t retrieve the carriage of beast skins!

Everyone knew that after the Lord cultivator returned, he only said with a gloomy face,”if you agree to the bet, you must accept the loss.” After that, the matter was left unsettled.

They had traveled North and South all year round, and no one in this caravan was a fool, so everyone had a tacit understanding not to mention this matter again.

However, as a punishment, not only were the guards of the trade caravan deducted a year’s salary, but they also lost their share of the beast skins that could withstand the cold!

After this incident, although there were often gambling parties in the caravan, no one dared to gamble with this fatty anymore. This also made the fatty, who loved gambling as if his life, extremely depressed.

sigh, if Yingluo knew this would happen, she wouldn’t have cheated. That way, she could have played for a longer time!

Fatty, who was lying in the pile of animal skins, had a depressed expression on his face.

He only hoped that the caravan could reach Holy Dragon City as soon as possible, so that he could have a good time!

His gaze inadvertently swept across the sky and saw the runes that kept flashing in the sky. Fatty’s originally calm face suddenly flashed with a trace of seriousness.

“Cold Moon Suan ni, Ice Demon race Suan ni”

A few vague words came out of Fatty’s mouth, but no one heard it.

As the caravan continued to move forward, the newly built outer city wall of Holy Dragon City finally appeared in front of everyone’s eyes.

(Author’s note: Fatty’s character was provided by his book friend, Rengin VIII. Thank you for your support!)

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