Ron nodded silently. In this world where extraordinary powers prevail, even the most inconspicuous creatures might possess unexpected abilities.
"Lizard Alley, as the name suggests, initially gathered many Lizardman merchants."
Andre explained while leading the way:
"Lizardmen have a knack for trade. Their original homeland was in the Southwest Swamp Zone, but as human territories expanded, some bordering alien tribes were forced to migrate. Initially, a group of Lizardman merchants found the environment near the Black Mist Jungle suitable for their survival, and the management here was loose enough, so they settled and started small-scale trading."
He brushed aside a cluster of particularly dense mushrooms with his hand, revealing a clearer path:
"But now it has become a trading district mingling various races, and almost anything can be found there."
"And one more thing." He suddenly stopped walking, turned to face Ron, and his expression became particularly serious:
