Ji Mansion's Old Zhao

Bags of salt, spices and sugar stacked from inside the shop all the way out into the streets. Merchants loaded with goods going flooded the streets with their carriages.
The air was filled with fragrances emanating from all manner of spices. It was a prosperous, lively city at the side of the oasis. Sounds of metals being hammered and threads being woven were heard all over the place, as smiths and craftsmen were busy at work in their respective workshops.
The banner of the successor of the Kingdom of Swadia—Baron Kant—was hanging on the city gates. The citizens lived peaceful, happy lives, revering their lord from the bottom of their hearts.
Soldiers on the city walls armed with crossbows stood guard over the city, and footmen wearing mail armor patrolled the streets.  The place was one of peace and security.

Lord of the Oasis

Hearing Austin's words, Devitt's expression became awkward.

"I'll take care of it," Austin hurriedly added.

"Your mission is to protect yourself and your comrades. Where would you find the time to take care of a nomad from another race?" Claremont stood at the side and said seriously.

"I. . ." Austin was at a loss for words. He could not think of what to say.

"Didn't you say that you don't want to go back? Why have you changed your mind now?" Abel took a step forward and asked Gilbert.

"... Actually, I've always wanted to go back." Gilbert was silent for a while and continued, "I want to get back what I deserve."

Abel and Claremont looked at each other and nodded secretly.

Devitt focused his gaze on Gilbert and hinted, "If you want to use us to return to the Gnome Tribe's territory, you have to be mentally prepared to pay the price."

"Got it." Gilbert looked at the ground and nodded. "I'll tell you all the information I know."

Unknowingly Taking Care of Him