Golden Wheat City.
A caravan riding land birds and goats is slowly approaching the city.
This peculiar caravan makes passersby frequently turn their heads.
After all, riding land birds and goats looks quite strange.
As this odd caravan was about to approach the city gates, the guards had already noticed them.
"Halt!"
The strange caravan was stopped.
The Guard Captain looked at them.
"Who are you? What are you doing in Golden Wheat City?"
Although Golden Wheat City can't be considered a small town, this caravan seems rather strange.
Their mounts are the main reason; a group composed of humans, dwarves, and half-elves is nothing unusual.
"I am Shalika T, the president of the Pointer Trading Company."
Shalika said.
Hearing this name, the Guard Captain gave the young girl a glance.
Frowning, at this time, another soldier said a few words beside him.
The Guard Captain finally nodded.
The half-elf nearby handed over a small pouch.
