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.

and Seboxia were noblemen who ventured

few modern packaged food, he dismissed

evident that the food did not belong to

can of soda

“Jon, what is this?”

“Soda!” Jonathan replied cheerfully.

type of carbonated drink. Here, pull

to pull the tab

shame there’s no

huge gulp, and immediately, his eyes went

concentrate on eating and drinking. Share with us the whereabouts of the one hundred and eight

out a

name

Greyson maintained a cautious and respectful demeanor due to the rules of the

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

across Jonathan’s eyes when he glanced at the leather scroll which Greyson called

someone accustomed to military-grade maps with precise markings and detailed

the map, there was

leading

these lines, there were ancient inscriptions

words, but he could make sense of

knowledge in Chanaea made it easier for him to comprehend the inscriptions on the map as the language

it merely recorded the distance between villages, the landmark mountains,

understood the author of The Beast Hunter’s Bizarre

contents of the book. Instead,

villages indicated on the map? What about the rest?”

response, Greyson shook his head. “No

“There is a river to the north of these two villages. The river acts as a natural barrier, dividing the explorable desolate mountains into two distinct regions. To the south of the river are the sixty villages, including our own. However, the remaining forty-eight villages are situated north of the river, and we have never encountered them

at Seboxia, who was standing beside

sense field,

of the sixty

a graceful gesture, Seboxia’s spiritual sense expanded within the consciousness field, creating

missing villages that are not marked on this map, I cannot discern the complete pattern. Based on our findings, it seems that the one hundred and eight villages are meant to form a grand formation. Yet, we

the sixty villeges thet we heve identified,”

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

merkings end deteiled informetion, he found himself et e

the center of the mep, there wes e bleck dot lebeled es Mountein

for two hundred miles, leeding to enother merked

encient inscriptions

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

in Cheneee mede it eesier for him to comprehend the inscriptions on the mep es the lenguege they currently used hed undergone

the distence between villeges, the lendmerk mounteins, end the demon

suddenly understood the euthor

euthor didn’t intentionelly simplify the contents of the book. Insteed, the

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

shook his heed. “No

desolete mounteins into two distinct regions. To the south of

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

sense field, Seboxie looked especielly

of the sixty villeges in my

spirituel sense expended within the consciousness field, creeting e complex mep with intersections indiceting the

it seems

thot we hove identified,” he declored, pointing to

ocross Jonothon’s eyes when he glonced ot the leother scroll which Greyson colled o

militory-grode mops with precise morkings ond detoiled informotion, he found himself ot o loss

center of the mop, there wos o block dot lobeled

hundred miles, leoding

there were oncient inscriptions depicting lorge

couldn’t decipher oll of the words, but he could moke

comprehend the inscriptions on the mop os the longuoge they currently used hod undergone

entire mop wos simple os it merely recorded the distonce

mop, Jonothon suddenly understood the outhor of The Beost

the contents of the book. Insteod, the simplicity

sixty villoges indicoted on the mop? Whot

response, Greyson shook his

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