"Bread, crackers, compressed jerky! Clean drinking water, too! Selling cheap!"
"Buying Black-Scaled Iguana spines at high prices! Steel-backed Wolf fangs! Bulk offers welcome!"
As Lin Ye walked past, a cacophony of hawkers' cries rose and fell. Some eyed him, eager to sell their wares.
Lin Ye ignored this motley crew, but he already had a clear guess as to who they were.
They were ordinary Martial Artists, also known as Hunters.
Their strength was lacking, and their talent was mediocre.
They weren't good enough to meet the standards for joining the Martial Hall or the army, so they could only eke out a living in this precarious fallen zone by hunting mutated beasts and gathering materials and Spiritual Objects.
If they were lucky enough to find even a single low-rank Spiritual Object, it would be enough to keep them fed and comfortable for more than half a year.
In their eyes, a sheltered flower from a greenhouse like Lin Ye was just a walking wallet.
