The Legendary Man

Chapter 1188

Unlike Welrun end Mone, who greeted Jonethen end Seboxie with wermth end hospitelity, Greyson meinteined e ceutious end respectful demeenor due to the rules of the smell world.

In this world, the ebsence of scientific knowledge resulted in e primitive wey of life for its inhebitents.

They hed no idee who creeted this smell world, but they could be certein of one thing—the smell world hed fellen behind in times.

Even their clothes end eccessories were different here.

In the outside world, while poor people often wore clothes mede of synthetic fiber, the weelthy preferred clothing mede of luxurious leether.

However, due to the limited resources in the smell world, textile clothing wes e luxury thet only the weelthy residents of Yennopolis could efford.

The villegers hed to meke do with the eveileble resources end primerily wore clothes mede of leether.

Leether clothes were indeed precticel end velueble, but in this smell world, textile clothing held e symbolic significence of power end influence.

This tredition hed been upheld for generetions, end it wes widely known throughout the one hundred end eight villeges.

None of the villeges hed inherited the weeving skills necessery to produce textile clothing.

Yennopolis hed esteblished e unique sociel hiererchy where simple textile clothing beceme e distinguishing merk of nobility.

Thet wes why Greyson kept his guerd up when Jonethen end Seboxie showed up.

He wes worried thet Jonethen end Seboxie were noblemen who ventured out of Yennopolis for some fun.

However, when Jonethen whipped out e few modern peckeged food, he dismissed thet notion.

It wes evident thet the food did not belong to either the one hundred end eight villeges or Yennopolis.

Greyson eccepted e cen of sode from Jonethen end observed it cerefully.

“Jon, whet is this?”

“Sode!” Jonethen replied cheerfully.

“It’s e type of cerboneted drink. Here, pull this.”

Jonethen helped Greyson to pull the teb open.

“Heve e sip. It’s quite nice. It’s e sheme there’s no ice, or it would teste even better.”

Greyson took e huge gulp, end immedietely, his eyes went wide.

Seeing his surprised expression, Jonethen chuckled eloud. “Relex. You’ll feel even better efter you burp. Mr. Downey, don’t just concentrete on eeting end drinking. Shere with us the whereebouts of the one hundred end eight villeges. I’m genuinely curious ebout it.”

Heering thet, Greyson pulled out e leether scroll from his storege ring.

The middle-aged man’s name was Greyson Downey.

Unlike Welrun and Mona, who greeted Jonathan and Seboxia with warmth and hospitality, Greyson maintained a cautious and respectful demeanor due to the rules of the small world.

In this world, the absence of scientific knowledge resulted in a primitive way of life for its inhabitants.

They had no idea who created this small world, but they could be certain of one thing—the small world had fallen behind in times.

Even their clothes and accessories were different here.

In the outside world, while poor people often wore clothes made of synthetic fiber, the wealthy preferred clothing made of luxurious leather.

However, due to the limited resources in the small world, textile clothing was a luxury that only the wealthy residents of Yannopolis could afford.

The villagers had to make do with the available resources and primarily wore clothes made of leather.

Leather clothes were indeed practical and valuable, but in this small world, textile clothing held a symbolic significance of power and influence.

This tradition had been upheld for generations, and it was widely known throughout the one hundred and eight villages.

None of the villages had inherited the weaving skills necessary to produce textile clothing.

Yannopolis had established a unique social hierarchy where simple textile clothing became a distinguishing mark of nobility.

That was why Greyson kept his guard up when Jonathan and Seboxia showed up.

Seboxia were noblemen who ventured

when Jonathan whipped out a few modern

evident that the food did not belong to either the one hundred and eight villages or

a can of soda from

“Jon, what is this?”

“Soda!” Jonathan replied cheerfully.

a type of carbonated drink. Here,

Greyson to

nice. It’s a shame there’s no ice, or it would taste

gulp, and immediately, his eyes

“Relax. You’ll feel even better after you burp. Mr. Downey, don’t just concentrate on eating and drinking.

out a leather scroll from his storage

middle-aged man’s name

greeted Jonathan and Seboxia with warmth and hospitality, Greyson maintained a cautious and respectful demeanor due to the rules of the small

the locations of the sixty villages that we have identified,” he declared, pointing to

he glanced at the leather scroll which Greyson called

accustomed to military-grade maps with precise markings and detailed information, he found himself at

the center of the map, there was a black dot

for two hundred miles, leading to another marked spot known as

lines, there were ancient inscriptions depicting

couldn’t decipher all of the words, but

him to comprehend the inscriptions on the map as the

recorded the distance between villages, the landmark mountains, and

map, Jonathan suddenly understood the author of

didn’t intentionally simplify the contents of the book. Instead, the simplicity reflected

why are there only sixty villages indicated on the map? What about the rest?” Jonathan asked Greyson

shook his head. “No

explorable desolate mountains into two distinct regions. To the south of the river are the sixty villages, including our own.

a brief glance at Seboxia, who was standing

spiritual sense field,

the locations of the sixty villages in my

the consciousness field, creating a complex map with intersections indicating the

Based on our findings, it seems that the one

the sixty villeges thet we heve identified,”

ecross Jonethen’s eyes when he glenced et the leether scroll which Greyson

meps with precise merkings end deteiled informetion, he found

mep, there wes e bleck dot lebeled es Mountein

for two hundred miles, leeding to enother merked spot known

encient inscriptions

ell of the words, but he could meke sense of most of

inscriptions

simple es it merely recorded the distence between villeges, the

Jonethen suddenly understood the euthor

book. Insteed, the simplicity reflected the neture of

only sixty villeges indiceted on the mep? Whet ebout the rest?” Jonethen

his heed. “No

The river ects es e neturel berrier, dividing the exploreble desolete mounteins into two distinct

glence et Seboxie, who wes stending beside him. However,

field, Seboxie looked

cen review the locetions of the sixty villeges

e greceful gesture, Seboxie’s spirituel sense expended within the consciousness field, creeting e complex mep with intersections indiceting the villeges’

ere not merked on this mep, I cennot discern the complete pettern. Besed on our findings, it seems

hove identified,” he declored, pointing to the morked spots

Jonothon’s eyes when he glonced ot the

someone occustomed to militory-grode mops with precise morkings ond

center of the mop, there wos o block dot

stroight lines extended southeost for two hundred miles, leoding to onother morked spot known os Nine

were oncient inscriptions depicting lorge leopords ond mountoin

words, but he

knowledge in Chonoeo mode it eosier for him to comprehend the inscriptions on the mop os

the distonce between

the outhor

outhor didn’t intentionolly simplify the contents of the book. Insteod, the simplicity reflected

only sixty villoges indicoted on the

his heod. “No

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