Lord: Exiled by Stepmother, I'll Rule the World Anyway

Automatically ignoring the polite words, Field nodded and replied without any scruples: "I need a carpenter. I heard that Greyhound was recruited by you. Since you are willing to help, you can give the Greyhound to me. Or, I can buy it. , I need someone to do carpentry work in my territory.”

Kuchi twitched the corner of his mouth, I was being polite, but you actually took it seriously.

"Uh...I'm afraid this can't be done. Fulan City needs carpenters to build stables. The situation is urgent. Without stables, without stables, the livestock industry in the territory may suffer heavy losses. Even if you don't want to see your brother's territory, Did you suffer a loss?"

"Okay then." Field pursed his lips and made a very disappointed expression, feeling aggrieved like a two-hundred-pound child, but he was sneering in his heart.

Kutcher was almost amused by Field's expression.

He is still the same cowardly and incompetent waste, he has not changed at all, and he has really tarnished the noble blood of the Rose family.

Kuchi said with a sullen face, "Modility is the virtue of a nobleman. You have always been a noble nobleman."

"Then you have priority. After all, I love my younger brother the most." Field shrugged, looked at Kutcher deeply, and turned away.

"Haha, what a cowardly coward, father, have you seen his aggrieved look? He looks like a sick dog." Couch's son Lance couldn't hold back anymore. As soon as Field left, he immediately laughed loudly, "Even I wouldn’t even dare to win over a carpenter.”

"Keep your voice down. After all, he is a noble. We should maintain basic humility when we see it." Couch did not take Field seriously. He twisted his fat belly twice and then analyzed, "Field may not have entered the North I guess he just sneaked here to have fun in the province. I need to inform the Baron about this as soon as possible. Field can get away with a lot of family property if he is alive."

The old earl was almost drained by Field's stepmother, and he thought the time to divide the inheritance was just around the corner.

As Adrian's economic advisor, the more Adrian's wealth, the more wealth he will have. Just a simple operation of the ledger will be enough for him to enjoy for several lifetimes.

"What if he really enters the Northern Province and comes out safe and sound? After all, no one can say anything about luck."

Kuchi nodded and said: "Then he may be out to purchase supplies. Lance, you send someone to find out his whereabouts. I will load the goods here as soon as possible and leave here tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Father." Lance smiled slyly.

On the other side, Field took out the parchment from his arms and wrote a shopping list on it.

"We need to buy some slaves. There are not enough people to lead at night. There are also magic items, cloth and food. Alas, everything is lacking."

The money in hand was thrown into the fire before it was even warmed.

When Iron Hammer saw Field pondering the list as if nothing had happened, he defended the lord's injustice and bravely asked: "Sir, what should I do with the carpenter? How about I give the old beast a good beating and take him back."

"I know it well, let the bullets fly for a while." Field smiled slightly and didn't want to mention it further, "Let's buy fog lights first."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Tie Zhui scratched his head, not knowing what a bullet was.

When Field came to the church, those who could collect royal and aristocratic taxes would naturally be extremely rich. The walls of the church are all covered with expensive stained glass, and the patterns depict the story of the "God of Light". Under the reflection of the sun, these glasses sparkle with golden light and are gorgeous.

I found the old priest of the church. The old priest was staring blankly at the nun's curves.

"I need fog lights and purifying potion, how much does it cost." Field cleared his throat.

The old priest was startled: "Ahem, oh, you are the lamb here to get the blessing of the gods. Welcome. Let me declare in advance that the fog lamp is not a matter of money, it is called dedication and atonement! The fog lamp requires a donation of 25 gold coins. The purification potion requires a donation of 1 gold coin, and may the goddess of light bless you."

Huge profits, proper huge profits.

Field has calculated that if you want to quickly eliminate the corruption of one acre of farmland, you need 3 purification potions. The fog-repelling lights can only last about 25 days. Field will burn more than 20 gold coins every day just by staying in the territory to purify the farmland.

Purifying water wells is even more terrifying. It is estimated that 80 purification potions are needed before drinking with confidence.

This is still the result of Field not fully cultivating the land!

"Okay, I want them all." Field didn't want to deal with magicians, but these special products were only available to the church, and not even the royal family had the secret recipe.

The old priest's eyes lit up, and the previous unhappiness of being disturbed disappeared. His smile brought wrinkles on his face, like the bark of an old locust tree.

"Wait! I am willing to donate more." A man with a big nose walked in and took out the gold coin certificate. "I am willing to donate 10 more gold coins to the God of Light. Please give me all the gifts from God."

The priest paused his hand and smiled brighter than a chrysanthemum: "Okay, okay, I can feel that you are more pious."

"Twenty pieces." Field continued expressionlessly.

The big-nosed man said cowardly: "21 gold coins."

"30!"

"31!"

"Okay, it's yours." Field gave in decisively, frowning, and Field's mind was working rapidly.

Isn't this guy a trustee of the church? I didn't look at the almanac when I went out today. Why am I so unlucky?

In any case, Field was unwilling to suffer a loss, and the price of 30 gold coins was already very high. He couldn't guarantee that he would be lucky enough to discover black pearl wine next time.

However, what I want can be taken away by you at will?

No matter if you are a member of the church or not, if you steal something from me, you must be prepared to pay the price.

Watching the big-nosed man take away the goods, Field handed a small bag of gold coins to the guard, whispered a few words, and then continued shopping as if nothing had happened.

"Hahahaha." As soon as he walked around the corner, Field heard the big-nosed man behind him laughing wildly. "Did you see his expression? He's funnier than a circus clown."

Couch's son, Lance, ran out of the alley, beaming: "Is it fun to tease a noble?"

"It's a great experience. I want to write this on my tombstone. My children will be proud of me." The big-nosed man put his hands on his hips and smiled triumphantly for a while, but then he felt scared again, "Lance, but He is a noble after all, is he really okay?"

"Of course it's okay. With Baron Adrian under his protection, there's nothing to be afraid of. Field is known for being cowardly. When Baron Adrian killed his sweetheart, wasn't it still a good thing?"

"Haha, that's really funny." The two joked badly for a moment.

Lance smiled, nudged the bearded man's back with his elbow, and said with a smile: "Let's continue to tease him, but we have to return the goods later. If so many gold coins are embezzled, my father will definitely kill me if he finds out. Ha ha."