Night Raven Master

Chapter 6 Dear, Your Supper Is So Rich
Randy likes hunters very much, whether they are civilian hunters or professional hunters, because they will bring him a lot of cheap furs and dried meat.

He is not very rich, at least, compared with those big chambers of commerce.

However, this businessman from Syndra Town gradually grew bigger by relying on the business of a few familiar hunters.

He is very willing to help others. Of course, the premise of helping is that the other party has the value of helping, or the money is in place, and an equivalent exchange is made.

What he dislikes the most are those extraordinary people, especially mercenaries, he loves and hates them.

When they need their protection, they always like the lion to open its mouth, but the protection is not always in place, which is annoying.

Well, that's okay too, it's much better than aristocrats.

The nobles control the selection of wizards, just as the Holy See controls the power of knight baptism.

Both the Holy See and the nobles are vampires, sucking blood from would-be wizard apprentices and knights, who then suck blood from poor merchants themselves.

This small caravan of his own, carrying a load of goods such as furs and air-dried meat, was going to Felek County. The long distance represented the price difference of the goods.

By the way, he also received a book from an illiterate villager in the name of a bard's poetry book.

In fact, if he was not mistaken, that thing was a nobleman's notes.

It was also the notes of a senior wizard apprentice.

Unfortunately, he has no way to study.

However, even so, it can be sold for a good price.

It's okay when passing through the village, but when passing through the small town, he needs to pay the business tax, so, unless necessary, he would never choose to rest in the town.

However, there is no way, it cannot be done in one step.

"That group of bats is really annoying." After complaining about the tariff in his heart, Randy muttered and looked forward.

One of his subordinates, who usually relies heavily on him, ran over.

"Mr. Hansenton." The steward stopped, panting and said, "We're almost in Ferro Town."

Ferro Town is located in Glora County, only half a day away from Glora Town. They set off from Glora Town in the morning and arrived in Ferro Town about two hours after lunch time.

If you are riding a horse, it will only take about three hours.

Caravans are faster than walking, but not as fast as riding.

The same is true for Art.

In his hand, he was holding a dead branch that was as thick as a girl's wrist and slightly taller than him. Glora the Crow stopped at the top of the dead branch, making him look like a wizard or mage.

"I can guarantee it! Gloria! We can reach that town within half an hour." Art said with great certainty, looking at the outline of the town in the distance.

"Wow - wow -" Glora flapped her wings and let out a hoarse crow cry.

Walking all the way, without any companions at all, it was really boring, and Glora became his communication partner. Although he couldn't understand what it was talking about, Art still roughly understood its emotions. He nodded: " Don't worry, as I said, I will definitely give you something delicious."

A few hours, at the gate of Ferro Town.

"The caravan, it's really rich." Art couldn't help thinking when he looked at the several wagons blocking the front.

He had already let Glora the Crow into the town first. After all, it looked weird to have a crow with him, and it would even remind people of those professionals and extraordinary people.

He is not yet, and Glora has no fighting power, so there is no need to show off. Moreover, he has other plans.

After the caravan passed, he also successfully entered the town of Ferro.

Now is not a period of war preparation, and the inspection is not so rigorous.

The first place he was going to was the hotel.

"Hello, sir." The innkeeper raised his head and looked over, "Do you need to stay at the hotel?"

"Of course!"

Ten minutes later, Art appeared in a restaurant not far from the hotel. As soon as he walked in, he said to the waiter who came up:
"Give me a roast beef, any position please! Another glass of Gorola!"

"Of course, please sit down." Looking at the bright smile on Yate's face, the waiter invited him to his seat while wondering if the other party had some good luck recently.

After sitting on the seat, looking at the waiter standing beside him, Yate immediately reacted, patted himself on the head with a smile: "Oh, I almost forgot."

He took out his wallet and poured out all the money in it—eight copper coins in all.

After stuffing the two copper coins back into his wallet, he handed the six copper coins to the waiter.

Seeing the six copper coins in his hand, the waiter's smile became very bright: "Okay, sir, please wait a moment, and I will serve you right away."

In his heart, the waiter complained: "Only two copper coins left? Well, thank you for your generosity, although you will worry about money tomorrow."

The food this guest wants is a portion of beef, depending on the part, the value is two to six copper coins, the price of malt wine is one copper coin, and these six copper coins?

Obviously, the extra coin was his own tip.

Of course, it is also possible that the customer misremembered the price.

No matter which one it is, today he also earned at least one more copper coin. If he operates it again, maybe he will have two copper coins?

No one can live with money.

Art didn't know the price, but he knew the price of beef and ale in Glora Town not far from here, and there was at least one extra copper coin.

He didn't haggle over it.

After all—his helper, Glora the Crow, would bring him back even more money.

When people steal money, the goal is obvious, but crows?Smaller goals are easier too.

He is already very familiar with this method in the game——

[Passive Crow Mage lv1: You can use the ability of the crow itself, or in reverse, cast spells through these cuties, but no matter which direction it is, the power will be attenuated by 50%. Note that if the crow dies, then the ability you get will disappear. ——As I said before, cherish your little cuties, just like cherishing your own arms! 】

After he obtained this profession, the first thing he did was to learn the thief's stealing skills.

Then, there was an extra "crow thief" in the game. Players who had been attacked by crows would sadly find that something was missing from their backpacks.

In this world, he didn't know if there was a stealing technique, and even if there was, it would be difficult to get it. However, it is still possible to make money through crows.

As long as it doesn't steal from the extraordinary humans of professionals, it will be fine.

That's why he doesn't worry about spending.

"Sir, your ale—" The waiter brought the ale first. As for the beef, it will definitely take some time.

Watching the waiter leave again, Art turned his gaze to the other people in the restaurant, just like the other diners waiting to be served.

Among the casual seats on the first floor of the restaurant, there are ordinary people, and there are no professionals.

perhaps.

He has no way of judging professionals.

The system on his body will only generate information for things that belong to him, items in the inventory, or servants like Black Crow Gloria.

No professional?
Art looked around, knowing that the waiter brought up his beef, but he didn't see any suspected professional existence.

Also, in this barren Allen kingdom, there are not many extraordinary people and professionals.

Since ancient times, extraordinary power has always existed.

The nobles, relying on the power of their blood, embarked on the path of wizards.

The Holy See controls the "Holy Power", and they control the baptism of priests and knights.

The rest are all kinds of professionals. The paths they take are different from those of wizards, priests, or knights.

These professions may be the experiments of wizards, or they may have accepted the power of nature, demons, devils, or alien planes.

For example, druids and hunters who are gifted by nature, demon warlocks who have the blood of demons, devil warlocks who have reached an agreement with the devil, and stalkers who are gifted by the shadow plane.

Of course, this world is still jointly controlled by wizards and the Holy See.

The two largest forces.

Art's father, the former Viscount Claude, who is estimated to have passed away, was a wizard, a middle-level wizard apprentice.

A noble descendant of blue blood nobles.

The blue blood flowing in their bodies represents the nobility of their identities, and it is this blue blood that gives them the ability to cast spells, giving them powerful enough to control their territory.

This is the information Yate got after sorting out his memory.

His cheap father had tirelessly instilled in the former owner of this body the nobility and greatness of blue-blood nobles.

In fact, their blood is no longer blue.

Art, who was scratched by the spiky flowers and plants, bleeds red blood, but the color is a little lighter, and there is no blue tone at all.

"It's a pity, if it weren't for this, I might be able to start studying wizards and get a second job."

Art ate his late lunch, thinking.

In the game "Extraordinary Middle Ages", the second job is not a strange thing. On the contrary, everyone will have a second job. This does not refer to life occupations such as enchanting or alchemy, but the second combat Profession.

After reaching the level, the core breakthrough is indispensable, which is the second job.

Of course, he doesn't need to think about this yet.

Now being able to upgrade the "Crow Mage" to a relatively high level and gain strength is the top priority.

"Speaking of which, can the way of cultivation in this world improve my level?" Arter's thoughts began to wander.

Just as he was gnawing on the beef while his thoughts were wandering, a loud noise suddenly sounded in the restaurant.

(End of this chapter)