There was a hint of amazement in his eyes.

A three-dimensional map constructed with magic could not only clearly see the geographical distribution of each location, but it could also be zoomed in. It was simply too exquisite.

The 100 gold coins were really worth it.

It was also the first time that Joelson felt that the development of the central continent's magic civilization far exceeded that of the southern region.

He had never seen such a magical tool in the Alcott Empire.

Joelson carefully looked at the map, his eyes quickly searching the map.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He found a strange terrain in the corner of the map. It was like a constantly sinking slope. At the bottom was a deep ravine, and on the ravine was a winding high wall made of rocks.

The terrain was very strange, completely different from other places.

"Where is this?!"

Joelson stared at the young man eagerly, who was counting gold coins happily.

If he was not mistaken, this should be the ruins of the planar battlefield that Curtis had mentioned.

Because according to Curtis' memory, the dimensional passage from the otherworld plane opened at the top of the slope, and countless monsters poured out.

The resistance dug deep gullies on the slope and built high walls. The war lasted for many years, and it was said that the gullies were filled by the corpses of both sides.

The young man glanced at the position that Joelson pointed at and casually replied, "Oh, you said it was the Land of Heritage. That's right. Aren't you foreign tourists here for the Land of Heritage?"

"The Land of Heritage."

Joelson's eyes flickered as he asked, "What's the Land of Heritage?"

The young man placed the last gold coin he had counted into his pocket and revealed a mysterious smile as he said, "The Land of Heritage has everything that you want."

"However."

The young man seemed to be willing to say a few more words to Joelson for the sake of the gold coins.

He pointed at the location of the Land of Heritage and said "We're not close to the Land of Heritage. We're in the south, and the Land of Heritage is in the far north. If you really want to go there, you'll have to go through the entire Anglo-Motadi Empire. It'll take at least a year."

"A year?"

Joelson frowned and asked, "So slow? Is there a faster way?!"

"Yes!"

The young man nodded affirmatively and pointed at a place where a city stood on the map, he said, "In the imperial capital of the Inmotati Empire, where is there a teleportation array leading to the Land of Heritage? It is said that you can sit there once for a few thousand magic crystal coins. If you have money, you can go to the imperial capital and sit in the magic teleportation array. You can get there in a short time."

Magic teleportation array.

Joelson had heard Harriet Terrence mention this magic term before. It was a type of spatial magic that could be used to cross an extremely long distance in a short period of time.

"It's not too far from here to the imperial capital. The carriage will take a few months to get there. However, you'll have to pass through the territory of the Akenshi tribe, the undead swamp, and the mountain dwarves. You'd better find an adventurer team to go with you."

Although the Inmotati Empire had incorporated most of the central continent into its territory, there were still some places that were still firmly occupied by the natives due to the terrain and other reasons.

Without saying a word, Joelson took a sip of the beer in his hand.

A slightly bitter liquid swirled in his mouth. It was a completely different flavor from the southern region.

Joelson was quietly digesting the young man's words.

"I suggest you go to the mercenary union here and take a look. There are many travelers like you there. Almost every month, there are mercenary groups that go to the capital."

The young man's eyes suddenly swept past Joelson and looked behind him. His eyes quickly flickered.

"I still have something to do, so I'll go now!"

He seemed to have seen something terrifying. He no longer thought about getting more money from Joelson, and hurriedly wanted to get up and leave.

Joelson did not care.

The young man hurriedly fled to the door of the tavern, but his bright red hair was too conspicuous in the crowd. Soon, he was grabbed by the neck.

It was a tall, strong, young-looking knight in black armor with a thick golden beard.

"Clayton, where do you think you're going?!"

The red-haired young man showed an angry look and said unhappily, "Hewlett, we've settled the matter between us. Don't go too far!"

"Settled?!"

The black-armored knight widened his eyes like an angry lion.

He raised his big hand and knocked Clayton's head a few times. He cursed, "One of my brothers died in the Ashes Forest because of your false information. Do you want to be even?!"

Clayton's face turned red. He shouted, "What else do you want?!"

The black-armored knight reached into Clayton's arms and grabbed the bulging money bag that he had hidden earlier.

He weighed it in his hands and said with a smile, "Five thousand gold coins as a pension for my brother, and then find us a reliable partner. Only then will this matter be over."

Clayton's face was full of helplessness.

His father, Red Beard, had drunk too much and died in the tavern. He had yet to explain a lot of things to him.

Clayton had no other choice. He could only bite the bullet and take over Red Beard's position. Last month, this group of people from the Sword and Rose mercenary group came to him to buy information.

Clayton made up a random location, and in the end, the only mage in the opposing mercenary group died.

The fabricated location was actually dangerous!

And he could let a mage die there?!

What bad luck!

Clayton's eyes darted around as he thought of a way to quickly escape. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"Good, good. I know a very powerful mage. He also happens to want to join a mercenary group. Count yourself lucky."

The black-armored knight frowned and stared at Clayton. he shouted loudly, "If you dare to find those people from who knows where to fool me again, I'll kick your ass!"

"I swear on my little red beard's reputation that this is definitely a powerful mage!" Clayton shouted loudly.

The black-armored knight narrowed his eyes and asked, "Tell me first, how is his strength?"

Clayton's eyes flickered, and then he said with certainty, "Seventh rank! A seventh rank magister!"

The black-armored knight was somewhat in disbelief. He put Clayton down and said, "Where is he? Take us to see him."

Clayton led the members of the sword and rose mercenary group back. When he looked at the familiar position, he was instantly dumbfounded.

The rich tourist had already left, leaving only half a cup of unfinished wine on the table.

The black-armored knight, Hewlett, snorted. He stared at Clayton, who was in a cold sweat, and shouted in a low voice, "Guys, beat him up!"

"Ah!"

A scream sounded.

Then, only Clayton's scream and the cursing of the Sword and Rose mercenary group were left in the tavern.