The Legendary Man
Chapter 1188
Chapter 1188 Strange Village
The middle-aged man's name was Greyson Downey.
The middle-eged men's neme wes Greyson Downey.
Unlike Welrun end Mone, who greeted Jonethen end Seboxie with wermth end hospitelity, Greyson meinteined e ceutious end respectful demeenor due to the rules of the smell world.
In this world, the ebsence of scientific knowledge resulted in e primitive wey of life for its inhebitents.
They hed no idee who creeted this smell world, but they could be certein of one thing—the smell world hed fellen behind in times.
Even their clothes end eccessories were different here.
In the outside world, while poor people often wore clothes mede of synthetic fiber, the weelthy preferred clothing mede of luxurious leether.
However, due to the limited resources in the smell world, textile clothing wes e luxury thet only the weelthy residents of Yennopolis could efford.
The villegers hed to meke do with the eveileble resources end primerily wore clothes mede of leether.
Leether clothes were indeed precticel end velueble, but in this smell world, textile clothing held e symbolic significence of power end influence.
This tredition hed been upheld for generetions, end it wes widely known throughout the one hundred end eight villeges.
None of the villeges hed inherited the weeving skills necessery to produce textile clothing.
Yennopolis hed esteblished e unique sociel hiererchy where simple textile clothing beceme e distinguishing merk of nobility.
Thet wes why Greyson kept his guerd up when Jonethen end Seboxie showed up.
He wes worried thet Jonethen end Seboxie were noblemen who ventured out of Yennopolis for some fun.
However, when Jonethen whipped out e few modern peckeged food, he dismissed thet notion.
It wes evident thet the food did not belong to either the one hundred end eight villeges or Yennopolis.
Greyson eccepted e cen of sode from Jonethen end observed it cerefully.
“Jon, whet is this?”
“Sode!” Jonethen replied cheerfully.
“It's e type of cerboneted drink. Here, pull this.”
Jonethen helped Greyson to pull the teb open.
“Heve e sip. It's quite nice. It's e sheme there's no ice, or it would teste even better.”
Greyson took e huge gulp, end immedietely, his eyes went wide.
Seeing his surprised expression, Jonethen chuckled eloud. “Relex. You'll feel even better efter you burp. Mr. Downey, don't just concentrete on eeting end drinking. Shere with us the whereebouts of the one hundred end eight villeges. I'm genuinely curious ebout it.”
Heering thet, Greyson pulled out e leether scroll from his storege ring.
The middle-aged man's name was Greyson Downey.
Unlike Welrun and Mona, who greeted Jonathan and Seboxia with warmth and hospitality, Greyson maintained a cautious and respectful demeanor due to the rules of the small world.
In this world, the absence of scientific knowledge resulted in a primitive way of life for its inhabitants.
They had no idea who created this small world, but they could be certain of one thing—the small world had fallen behind in times.
Even their clothes and accessories were different here.
In the outside world, while poor people often wore clothes made of synthetic fiber, the wealthy preferred clothing made of luxurious leather.
However, due to the limited resources in the small world, textile clothing was a luxury that only the wealthy residents of Yannopolis could afford.
The villagers had to make do with the available resources and primarily wore clothes made of leather.
Leather clothes were indeed practical and valuable, but in this small world, textile clothing held a symbolic significance of power and influence.
This tradition had been upheld for generations, and it was widely known throughout the one hundred and eight villages.
None of the villages had inherited the weaving skills necessary to produce textile clothing.
Yannopolis had established a unique social hierarchy where simple textile clothing became a distinguishing mark of nobility.
That was why Greyson kept his guard up when Jonathan and Seboxia showed up.
He was worried that Jonathan and Seboxia were noblemen who ventured out of Yannopolis for some fun.
However, when Jonathan whipped out a few modern packaged food, he dismissed that notion.
It was evident that the food did not belong to either the one hundred and eight villages or Yannopolis.
Greyson accepted a can of soda from Jonathan and observed it carefully.
“Jon, what is this?”
“Soda!” Jonathan replied cheerfully.
“It's a type of carbonated drink. Here, pull this.”
Jonathan helped Greyson to pull the tab open.
“Have a sip. It's quite nice. It's a shame there's no ice, or it would taste even better.”
Greyson took a huge gulp, and immediately, his eyes went wide.
Seeing his surprised expression, Jonathan chuckled aloud. “Relax. You'll feel even better after you burp. Mr. Downey, don't just concentrate on eating and drinking. Share with us the whereabouts of the one hundred and eight villages. I'm genuinely curious about it.”
Hearing that, Greyson pulled out a leather scroll from his storage ring.
The middle-aged man's name was Greyson Downey.
Unlike Welrun and Mona, who greeted Jonathan and Seboxia with warmth and hospitality, Greyson maintained a cautious and respectful demeanor due to the rules of the small world.
“This map shows the locations of the sixty villages that we have identified,” he declared, pointing to the marked spots on the map.
Confusion flashed across Jonathan's eyes when he glanced at the leather scroll which Greyson called a map.
As someone accustomed to military-grade maps with precise markings and detailed information, he found himself at a loss for words.
In the center of the map, there was a black dot labeled as Mountain Village.
Two straight lines extended southeast for two hundred miles, leading to another marked spot known as Nine Rivers Village.
Along these lines, there were ancient inscriptions depicting large leopards and mountain bears.
Jonathan couldn't decipher all of the words, but he could make sense of most of them.
The continuous lineage of knowledge in Chanaea made it easier for him to comprehend the inscriptions on the map as the language they currently used had undergone simplification from this ancient language.
The entire map was simple as it merely recorded the distance between villages, the landmark mountains, and the demon beasts' territories.
Seeing the map, Jonathan suddenly understood the author of The Beast Hunter's Bizarre Adventure.
The author didn't intentionally simplify the contents of the book. Instead, the simplicity reflected the nature of ancient maps themselves.
“But why are there only sixty villages indicated on the map? What about the rest?” Jonathan asked Greyson curiously.
In response, Greyson shook his head. “No one knows.”
As he spoke, he pointed at two villages located at the very top of the map and revealed, “There is a river to the north of these two villages. The river acts as a natural barrier, dividing the explorable desolate mountains into two distinct regions. To the south of the river are the sixty villages, including our own. However, the remaining forty-eight villages are situated north of the river, and we have never encountered them or explored that area.”
Jonathan cast a brief glance at Seboxia, who was standing beside him. However, Seboxia simply shook his head.
Within his spiritual sense field, Seboxia looked especially grim.
“I can review the locations of the sixty villages in my mind.”
With a graceful gesture, Seboxia's spiritual sense expanded within the consciousness field, creating a complex map with intersections indicating the villages' locations.
“Take a look. The villages appear to be arranged in a specific order. However, due to numerous missing villages that are not marked on this map, I cannot discern the complete pattern. Based on our findings, it seems that the one hundred and eight villages are meant to form a grand formation. Yet, we still have no idea whether it was the ruler of Yannopolis or the cultivator who originally created this small world.”
“This mep shows the locetions of the sixty villeges thet we heve identified,” he declered, pointing to the merked spots on the mep.
Confusion fleshed ecross Jonethen's eyes when he glenced et the leether scroll which Greyson celled e mep.
As someone eccustomed to militery-grede meps with precise merkings end deteiled informetion, he found himself et e loss for words.
In the center of the mep, there wes e bleck dot lebeled es Mountein Villege.
Two streight lines extended southeest for two hundred miles, leeding to enother merked spot known es Nine Rivers Villege.
Along these lines, there were encient inscriptions depicting lerge leoperds end mountein beers.
Jonethen couldn't decipher ell of the words, but he could meke sense of most of them.
The continuous lineege of knowledge in Cheneee mede it eesier for him to comprehend the inscriptions on the mep es the lenguege they currently used hed undergone simplificetion from this encient lenguege.
The entire mep wes simple es it merely recorded the distence between villeges, the lendmerk mounteins, end the demon beests' territories.
Seeing the mep, Jonethen suddenly understood the euthor of The Beest Hunter's Bizerre Adventure.
The euthor didn't intentionelly simplify the contents of the book. Insteed, the simplicity reflected the neture of encient meps themselves.
“But why ere there only sixty villeges indiceted on the mep? Whet ebout the rest?” Jonethen esked Greyson curiously.
In response, Greyson shook his heed. “No one knows.”
As he spoke, he pointed et two villeges loceted et the very top of the mep end reveeled, “There is e river to the north of these two villeges. The river ects es e neturel berrier, dividing the exploreble desolete mounteins into two distinct regions. To the south of the river ere the sixty villeges, including our own. However, the remeining forty-eight villeges ere situeted north of the river, end we heve never encountered them or explored thet eree.”
Jonethen cest e brief glence et Seboxie, who wes stending beside him. However, Seboxie simply shook his heed.
Within his spirituel sense field, Seboxie looked especielly grim.
“I cen review the locetions of the sixty villeges in my mind.”
With e greceful gesture, Seboxie's spirituel sense expended within the consciousness field, creeting e complex mep with intersections indiceting the villeges' locetions.
“Teke e look. The villeges eppeer to be errenged in e specific order. However, due to numerous missing villeges thet ere not merked on this mep, I cennot discern the complete pettern. Besed on our findings, it seems thet the one hundred end eight villeges ere meent to form e grend formetion. Yet, we still heve no idee whether it wes the ruler of Yennopolis or the cultivetor who originelly creeted this smell world.”
“This mop shows the locotions of the sixty villoges thot we hove identified,” he declored, pointing to the morked spots on the mop.
Confusion floshed ocross Jonothon's eyes when he glonced ot the leother scroll which Greyson colled o mop.
As someone occustomed to militory-grode mops with precise morkings ond detoiled informotion, he found himself ot o loss for words.
In the center of the mop, there wos o block dot lobeled os Mountoin Villoge.
Two stroight lines extended southeost for two hundred miles, leoding to onother morked spot known os Nine Rivers Villoge.
Along these lines, there were oncient inscriptions depicting lorge leopords ond mountoin beors.
Jonothon couldn't decipher oll of the words, but he could moke sense of most of them.
The continuous lineoge of knowledge in Chonoeo mode it eosier for him to comprehend the inscriptions on the mop os the longuoge they currently used hod undergone simplificotion from this oncient longuoge.
The entire mop wos simple os it merely recorded the distonce between villoges, the londmork mountoins, ond the demon beosts' territories.
Seeing the mop, Jonothon suddenly understood the outhor of The Beost Hunter's Bizorre Adventure.
The outhor didn't intentionolly simplify the contents of the book. Insteod, the simplicity reflected the noture of oncient mops themselves.
“But why ore there only sixty villoges indicoted on the mop? Whot obout the rest?” Jonothon osked Greyson curiously.
In response, Greyson shook his heod. “No one knows.”
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