The Earth-eating Rich Man went to the nearby marketplace to buy supplies, and he directly bought a cart full of roasted sweet potatoes that were two pieces of joss paper each.

When the cart was pulled into the camp, the faces of a group of "adventurers" all showed a longing expression, as if they hadn't eaten for a long time, without the slightest disdain for these things used to feed pigs on the surface.

[Earth-eating Rich Man] felt a pang of heartache, but with the thought that one must endure some losses to achieve greater gains, he generously allowed them to eat freely.

A group of adventurers rushed forward, grabbing and eating, instantly dividing half a cart of sweet potatoes clean, sitting by the fire and gnawing away.

Perhaps because they were full, these people who were unwilling to disclose their backgrounds finally started to talk, revealing all the details of their origins.

"...I came from a village in the north, not from the Silver Pine Forest area, but north of Campbell Castle, upstream of the Rushing River."

Staring at the blazing fire, a bearded man spoke while picking up a branch and tossing it into the fire, as if wanting to burn away his past memories.

Sitting next to him, [Iron-blooded Fatty] curiously chimed in, asking questions.

"Why did you become an adventurer then? Did your family fall ill? Do your children need to go to school?"

The bearded man seemed bewildered by the question, as if he didn't understand.

He scratched the back of his head, shook his head, and said.

"Neither... I used to farm the land for the local baron, but this year for some reason, he suddenly decided to stop farming and wanted to build a ranch, and then my entire family was driven out."

Upon hearing this, the adventurer crouching nearby reacted quickly, speaking up.

"Are you from the north of the Rushing River? The River Valley area?"

The bearded man's eyes gradually brightened, as if he encountered a fellow countryman on unfamiliar land, excitedly gripping that person's shoulder.

"Yes, exactly, the territory ruled by the Earl of South Stream Valley, Rice Shell Village! Are you from there too? Why haven't I seen you before?"

The adventurer dressed in linen clothes grinned, showing a mouth of yellowed teeth.

"Haha, I also come from there! But I'm from your neighboring Gray Creek Village! It's under the rule of the Baron of Windson!"

Unexpectedly realizing he was truly his countryman, the bearded man spoke excitedly.

"I know your place! No wonder your accent is so familiar! By the way, the bread from your place has a special scent, I've always wondered what you put in it."

"I don't know either; before leaving, I always thought the bread across the Aus Continent was the same as what I usually ate." That adventurer laughed, but his laugh, like his decayed teeth, suddenly turned yellow like old parchment, becoming less carefree.

He had no idea what happened to the world; everything familiar to him suddenly changed.

Even he himself did.

"Didn't they give you compensation?" Seeing the squad's atmosphere suddenly turned heavy, [Jade-faced Hand Tired King] quickly coughed, attempting to change the topic.

However, he ultimately ignored the game's historical background, forgetting that it was still the feudal era outside, lagging behind Earth by at least three industrial revolutions and two world wars.

He shouldn't have brought it up, but as soon as he did, the bearded man trembled with anger.

"Compensation? Those soldiers... even scraped off the copper coins I hid on the mantle! Those damn hellish guys, they're like bandits! Blessed be Saint Sis, why didn't they die on the battlefield against the Demon King?!"

Upon hearing the angry curse, the man wrapped in a cloak shuddered, muttering softly.

"Thinking about it, Master Ges is relatively kind... at least he gave us more than ten days to move out, leaving us the things in the farmhouse."

Though just some junk, it should still fetch a few copper coins... after all, the pan at home is solid iron.

Upon hearing his voice, the surrounding "adventurers" gazed at him with envy, especially an elderly man carrying a pitchfork.

"Not bad, over there we got packaged with everything on the land, sold cheaply to a merchant familiar with the baron. That guy was like a vicious dog, stormed into my home with a bunch of mercenaries, grabbing anything he could, including people."

This sentence angered many, even the bearded man couldn't help but curse.

"That's too much!"

Comparing with this guy's master, he suddenly felt that the soldier who clawed away the copper coins from his fireplace wasn't so bad.

"I don't believe this could happen in the Campbell Duchy, this is too excessive, this place is at least watched over by Saint Sis, are they worshippers of the Demon God?" The man cloaked in darkness shook his head, with suspicion in his eyes as he looked at the elderly man carrying a pitchfork, "And they even took the people, how did you end up here?"

"It's simple, I'm too old, were they supposed to help me retire?" The old man shrugged his shoulders, showing a smile of finding joy in hardship, "Honestly, I don't know which is better... maybe following those merchants is better."

The bearded man shook his head.

"Don't think about it, they'll send you to the mines, extracting your last ounce of value, just like Hell Dwarves squeezing goblin fat."

"Who knows, maybe they'll just move us to a different land... that wouldn't be so bad." The man wrapped in a cloak murmured, but living in Silver Pine Town, he still didn't quite believe such a thing would happen.

The four players sitting by the fire looked at them, exchanging glances, unable to intervene, only quietly communicating with each other.

"That's too bitter."

"Indeed..."

No wonder these guys made it to the fourth layer of the maze.

With such hardship, probably not even demons would fancy eating them...

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