At this moment, Viscount Lancelot entered Hope Village together with Locke and the others.
Compared to the curious glances from Viscount Lancelot and the other newcomers, Locke and his group seemed completely at ease, as if they'd just come home.
On the nearby Commercial Street, people bustled back and forth, plenty of professionals buying breakfast; some had already finished buying, eating as they headed out.
Of course, they all noticed the returning merchant team.
Having long been prepared for this, everyone greeted familiar faces with enthusiastic waves.
"You're back, huh? Did your goods sell well?"
"Did you run into any danger on the road?"
"Did you spend last night outdoors?"
"Why didn't you make it to the territory last night?"
"..."
The familiar tone left some members of the merchant team a little stunned.
Are we really that close?
