Chapter 2: Sweetwater Town, It's Over!

  "What is this? My cheat ability? Or a pyer attribute interface?"

  After a brief moment of thought, Matthew temporarily set the question aside. Things he couldn't figure out could be left for ter; the choi front of him was the real priority.

  "Leavio go to Sweetwater Town, with such a high misfortune level?"

  "A value of 5, that's a catastrophic event with a 100% fatality rate!"

  "Is there an ambush on the road ahead? Or is there danger in the meeting with Baron Carlisle?"

  In Matthew's memory, the adventure level of the Misty S wasn't that high, sidered a beginner area.

  Many new pyers would venture in this region.

  Of course, the real world would certainly differ from the game, but it wouldn't be too far off.

  Uhousands of murlocs appeared all at once, or a s giant croc leader of level 1her charged head-on, only then would there be a risk of total annihition for a team of over a hundred people and ten professional soldiers.

  But those creatures would make a lot of noise, and they could be spotted and avoided from a distance.

  "Choosing to stay would only dey us by two hours at most. Fortune 4 is sedary; what's important is that I stay alive!"

  Reizing his own strength, Matthew chose acc to his instincts. After opening the door, he calmly said:

  "o rush; let's fix the cart first."

  "Everyone else should rest for a while too. We've been traveling for so many days and are almost at our destination, so there's o be in such a hurry."

  The calm tone, devoid of the usual urgency, left the steward Ralph slightly stunned. As he looked at Mattheas smiling faintly, he suddenly felt as if "the young master has grown up." Bowing slightly, he nodded in agreement:

  "As you and."

  Ralph turned around, made a rest gesture to the others, and shouted in a loud voice:

  "The Lord has ordered everyoo rest. Old John, you keep w; the rest of you check the cargo and replenish your strength."

  "We're about to reach our destination. Your hard work will not be in vain. The promised nd and a good life will definitely be fulfilled."

  The words, calm with a touch of encement, brought faint smiles to the faces of those around.

  With hope for a better life iure, they felt that the hardships and dangers along the way were no lnifit.

  Watg this se, Matthew g the old steward Ralph in surprise.

  Whether in handling affairs, arranging personnel, trolling the situation, or adjusting the atmosphere, this steerformed outstandingly.

  More importantly, the special effects Ralph dispyed through his words clearly indicated that he was also a professional.

  "He must be a level 3 steward; such wealth in a noble family. If there's no threat of death, this start isn't bad at all!"

  This made Matthew breathe a little easier. He didn't mind leading the team alone, but having helpers would save him more energy to deal with real threats.

  Thinking this, Matthew began to observe the others.

  There were about 100 youhe base team arranged by the family to apany them to the territory.

  Most of them were sves purchased by the Serre family, most of whom had undergone some military training. Before ing, they were promised that if they tributed or worked for five years, they would gaiatus of freemen.

  Among them were also freemen from the inal territory, some skilled in one or two crafts, hoping to gain nd of their own or a different life in the erritory.

  Aside from these people, what Matthew valued most, apart from the ten soldiers guarding the carriage, was naturally the knight at the end of the team.

  Ralph waded through the mud, iing the team, and softly said to the knight on the horse:

  "Ange, you've worked hard; take a rest."

  Skillfully raising her visor and wiping away the beads of sweat on her forehead, Ange fshed a sweet smile:

  "It's not hard at all. Training is much more exhausting than this."

  Although she said this, Ange, mindful of preserving the horse's strength, lightly jumped off the horse. Her silver-white steel armor seemed as light as a feather.

  Aroked her beloved horse's mane, ha some specially prepared fodder, whicluded a fresh egg, and finally fed it a pinch of salt, taking great care of it.

  Matthew noticed Ange's slightly pointed ears; this beautiful young knight clearly had elven blood.

  "A knight professional, so young, with great potential. If properly nurtured, she might even lead a knight order!"

  Matthew recalled his former Wyvern Knight Order aly made up his mind.

  He must establish a powerful Are Empire!

  Humanity's fate should be in its own hands!

  Matthew didn't notice that Ange felt his gaze, causing the young knight's ears to blush slightly.

  An hour and a half ter.

  Old John had repaired the axle, and the team started moving again.

  Matthew kept a close wat the surroundings but saw no danger. Even the murlocs that usually hid in the muddy pits and jumped out were o be seen.

  After the prompt fshed, there had been no further activity, making Matthew begin to doubt its reliability.

  Another hour passed.

  The caravan had arrived near Sweetwater Town, and as Matthew looked at the town looming in the distance, he subsciously raised an eyebrow.

  "Are you messing with me? Where's the promised luck?"

  "Roar...!"

  A deafening roar suddenly echoed from afar.

  The sound carried immense pressure, apanied by a certain majesty that sent shivers down the spine.

  "A dragon!"

  Matthew immediately turned his head to see a massive bck figure unfurling its wings, whipping up a fierce wind as it soared into the clouds.

  In the blink of a disappeared into the clouds, out of everyone's sight.

  The massive body, nearly 18 meters long, firmed that what had just flown past Matthew was an adult bck dragon!

  A level 17+ leader!

  A super creature with a high ce of being legendary!

  The terrifying wind and pressure instantly threw the resting people into any panicked and fell into the mud pits, their hearts pounding wildly.

  The mules pulling the carts colpsed in fear, trembling and g out in terror as they y on the ground.

  But it wasn't over yet. A r cry echoed through the clouds as the bck dragon's massive, majestic figure dove toward the ground.

  Matthew's pupils tracted as he saw the ferocious gleam in the bck beast's eyes. tless pyers had fallen to this terrifying attack before; it had a resounding niame:

  Deep Breath!!!

  The dark green corrosive breath desded, as the bck dragon charged forward, turning the ground below into a hellish inferno of destru!

  Standio Mattheh watched the bck dragon disappear into the billowing bck smoke and trembled as he pointed into the distance, muttering to himself:

  "Sweetwater Town, it's over..."

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