I have a city in another world

Chapter 407 Human Caravan, Mysterious Fatty!
Stepping on the snow on the ground, there are constant "click" sounds, and from time to time there will be the cry of beasts.

The mist sprayed from the mouth and nose proved how cold the weather was at this time.

This kind of severe cold weather, even those strong beasts can't bear it.

Driven by the caravan members driving the beasts, these beasts walked slowly, looking listless.

The bodies of these mounted beasts were covered with rising mist and frost condensed from sweat.

In order to prevent these riding beasts from being damaged by freezing, members of the caravan put animal skins on the riding beasts to help them resist the severe cold.

After all, on this journey, these camels are all used to transport the goods, so there must be no mistakes!

The two caravans continued to move forward on the road, and many members of the caravan were wrapped in messy items to keep out the cold.

Although the monk's physique was far superior to that of ordinary people, he couldn't resist the continuous severe cold.

The snowstorm last night made these monks miserable, and they haven't recovered until now.

Among the two caravans on their way, there is a human caravan, which is very eye-catching.

There are about [-] members of this human caravan, with a look of dust on their faces, it is obvious that they have traveled a long way before.

The sudden heavy snow caught the members of the caravan by surprise.

In the area where they are, they have never seen such heavy snow, and many people are even wearing single clothes.

In this cold weather, their single clothes have almost no effect on keeping out the cold.

Fortunately, along the way, they also hunted many monsters, and those fine furs were left behind, which just came in handy at this time.

Put these animal skins on the body, and then tie them tightly with straw ropes. Although it looks nondescript, it can also resist some severe cold.

In the caravan at this time, there was a fat man who was particularly noticeable.

The fat man was extremely strong and fat.

The fat man with thick legs and thick arms was wrapped in seven or eight animal skins, covering himself tightly from top to bottom.

As if he was afraid that he would be frozen, he even wore a simple animal skin tube on his head, which could be used as a fur hat to keep out the cold.

Walking on the snow-covered road, this fat man is like a moving ball, which is particularly eye-catching in the caravan!
The members of the alien caravan on the side cast their gazes from time to time, with expressions of suppressing a smile on their faces.

After all, the shape of this fat man looks really funny!

Those mocking eyes couldn't escape Fatty's perception.

It's just that the fat man didn't pay attention to the eyes of these guys at all, and he always acted as if he was going his own way.

At this moment, he was looking at the middle-aged monk beside him with a proud face, and the corner of his mouth was full of an uncontrollable smile.

"Old Sun, do you want to play again and bet on this silver-horned animal skin on your body?"

While speaking, the fat man glanced at the silver animal skin on the opponent's body, and seemed very satisfied.

"Go away, I don't bother to talk to you!"

Judging by the aura exuded by this middle-aged man, he is clearly a lord-level monk!

In the wild land, it can be said that no one dares to easily provoke this kind of lord monk, after all, everyone knows how powerful the lord monk is.

But when facing this grinning fat man, the middle-aged lord monk who was the leader of the caravan guards couldn't afford to show his prestige at all.

When looking at Fatty's eyes, there was still a hint of fear.

The middle-aged monk looked at the fat man with vigilant eyes, and subconsciously pressed the silver-horned animal skin on his body with his right hand.

This silver-horned animal skin is extremely rare, and the middle-aged monk spent a lot of effort to kill this lord-level silver-horned beast and get this exquisite animal skin on his body.

Originally, he planned to give this silver-horned animal skin to his daughter as his birthday present after the mission was over.

But he didn't want the temperature to drop sharply last night, so the middle-aged monk had no choice but to take it out and wrap it around his body to keep warm.

In fact, the middle-aged man still had a few good animal skins, but now they have become the property of the fat man next to him!

This bastard, he just won all the animal skins from the caravan guards, but now he's coming to pay attention to the silver-horned animal skin again, he's really greedy!
The middle-aged monk decided not to talk to this guy until he reached the Holy Dragon City.

Looking at the middle-aged cultivator with his mouth tightly closed and his eyes looking directly at the sky, the fat man let out a chuckle, turned around and climbed onto a cart drawn by an animal.

On this car, there are all kinds of animal skins!
After the fat man climbed up, he lay down comfortably in the pile of animal skins, his face full of complacency.

After seeing the expression of enjoyment on the fat man's face, several caravan guards in the caravan, who were wearing thin clothes and shivering from the cold wind, showed expressions of disdain and fear.

In the entire caravan, these few people did not have animal skins to keep out the cold, obviously there was a reason for this!
It turned out that a few days ago, several guards couldn't resist the fat man's temptation, so they "little" gambled a few times with the fat man.

The guards in these caravans traveled north and south, and when they were lonely and bored, they often played a few games, and they were all people in this way.

The caravan guard is quite confident in his gambling skills.

With the cooperation of a few people, it was a breeze to win against a fat man who didn't know where he came from.

So by the bonfire in the rest camp, several people happily played.

Seeing someone set up a bet, the merchants and guards in the caravan happily joined in to play a few games.

But no one expected that this fat man turned out to be a master, and he won all the brains out of everyone's brains within a few games.

After losing all the brain beads, several guards gathered together and bet on the precious furs they got along the way.

These furs are good things that these caravan guards hunted and killed on the way, and they can be sold for a good price after they are brought to the market.

In order to win back the lost brains, these caravan guards bet their last capital.

It's just that these furs are the shared property of the caravan guards, and they have to take great risks to do this.

It's okay to win, but if you lose, you will definitely be punished!
A few people were also impatient to lose, so they made such a bad move.

Unexpectedly, the fat man was so lucky that the caravan of furs of the members of the caravan became the fat man's spoils in the end.

Several members of the caravan were unwilling and began to think about how to get back what they had lost.

The fat man joined the caravan halfway and was always alone. He should be a field cultivator without foundation.

Maybe after scaring him, this guy will be able to spit out the brains he won.

After several caravan guards made up their minds, they sneaked into the fat man's tent in the dark that night.

What happened during that time, no one knows.

It's just that on the second day, these guards all became bruised and swollen. When they looked at the fat man, they were all full of fear and flattering smiles.

To be able to make a group of fourth and fifth-level monks into such a mess, this fat man is obviously not an easy character!

The guard leader of the caravan, that is, the middle-aged lord-level monk, came to the door to ask the fat man to ask for it after learning about it.

What is unexpected is that even if this lord-level monk went out in person, he did not get back the cart of animal skins!
After the lord monk came back, everyone just said with a gloomy face, "I'm willing to gamble and admit defeat", and the matter was settled.

Traveling all the year round, no one in this caravan is a fool, so everyone tacitly agreed not to mention this matter.

However, as a punishment, the caravan guards who mortgaged the animal skins were not only deducted a year's salary, but also lost their share in the animal skins to resist the severe cold!

After this incident, although there were often gambling games in the caravan, no one bet against the fat man anymore, which also made the fat man who was addicted to gambling very depressed.

"Hey... If I knew this, I shouldn't be out of the thousand, so I can play for a while!"

The fat man lying in the pile of animal skins was full of depression.

Now he only hopes that the caravan can get to the Holy Dragon City sooner, so that he can have a good time playing!

Looking at the sky inadvertently, looking at the flashing runes in the sky, the fat man's originally indifferent face suddenly flashed a trace of solemnity.

"Han Yue... Ice Charm Aliens..."

A few vague words spit out from the fat man's mouth, but no one heard them.

As the caravan continued to move forward, the newly built outer city wall of the Holy Dragon City finally appeared in front of everyone.

(The role of the fat man is provided by the book friend Roentgen VIII, thanks for the support!)
(End of this chapter)