Due North

My name is Yan Xing, an Earthling who can freely travel between Earth and a magical world.

Elves like the silk I bring them and also enjoy the longbow rockets I provide.

Orcs appreciate the soap I bring them and also fancy the Roarer tanks I supply.

Even human nobles, amidst their frenzy for pristine porcelain, install magnetic coils in their estates.

Even the Undead hope to order a top-notch coffin set from me, to catch up on horror series during sleepless nights.

One day... Angels, dragons, and demons found me.

I told them, "My market is open to all races and creatures. How about a few portable Doomsday Judgments?"

Merchant From Earth in the Magical World

Soon Clan Leader Duan'er was brought before Yan Xing, escorted by Eddie and Olaf.

Yan Xing, seated in his place, didn't move. He looked at the ropes binding Duan'er, pondering whether he should untie him.

If he were to lose his temper at the dinner table, it would be a troublesome matter.

But Yan Xing quickly noticed Duan'er's expression.

He appeared dejected, his gaze unfocused as he kept looking at the militia and the werewolves around him, betraying a mix of fear and envy.

Yan Xing laughed. "Didn't I say to invite Clan Leader Duan'er politely? Why is His Excellency still tied up? Quick, untie him! Clan Leader Duan'er is our guest of the Eternal Domain... Although the Clan Leader came in a somewhat special manner, he did greet us in a way we are all familiar with. Please, have a seat!"

Olaf loosened the ropes that bound Duan'er and pulled out a chair for him.

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