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Lowell inspected whether this young man who looked like an aristocrat in appearance, but whose temperament and aura looked suspicious was Charlie Rex... It didn't matter to the white-robed priest of the Church of the Sun.

The important thing is that the Nightmare Butcher was sitting less than two meters away from him. Not only did he not see any signs of a mental breakdown, but he was also in good spirits and in good spirits. It is estimated that there will be no problem with a day trip to the Holy Land of the Lieyang...

People are under the tiger's mouth and have to bow their heads.

The white-robed priest bowed his head, and it was convenient for Yang Qiu...he can move freely in the city of Inadoli.

It has been many years since his arrest warrants were posted all over the world. If it wasn't for the Church of the Sun that couldn't get rid of it like a dog's skin plaster, he could actually make a public appearance in many places-this is the place where spellcasters are at ease. The bounty has been dead for several generations, and the family is still at ease.

Don't be called out, Yang Qiu, a high-level spellcaster, is still very convenient to move around in the human city... In less than an hour, he and Lowell inspected and became Innad's leader. Guest of Lord Adela III.

According to Yang Qiu's self-made classification standard, the mental power must be at least [-] or more. If players use the identification technique, they can see the white-robed priest of the sixth-level big boss...all bow down to Yang Qiu's personality charm, "Persuading" Adela III, whose mental strength was worse than the average level of the players, who was less than [-], was as easy as child's play.

Yang Qiu took out the transaction list with the seal of the city lord, claiming that Master Charlie Rex, who is a Rhineman, could not allow Lord Westham to commit such cruel atrocities that blasphemed the lady of gold coins in the Rhine Kingdom. The lord who asked Innad to set up a collar to support Master Rex in launching a territorial war against Baron Nasha; if Adela III refused, he would accompany Master Rex to take this criminal evidence to Wangcheng to find nobles who are willing to support.

The Westem Collar is also within the jurisdiction of the Innad Standing Collar. Although that baron has just embarrassed Adela III, Adela III has also benefited from Westem's overt and dark business. People; if someone else took this "criminal evidence" to come to threaten, Adela III would have to tie up such a ignorant person and throw it in the coal mountain to dig coal until he died. Use it as a wall hanging.

But the person who came to him was a high-level spellcaster, and an illegitimate son of a noble who had the strength to actually control the Westham Territory overnight, and just waited for the name to be changed on the document... Adela III was passive.

If there is only the latter, Adela III can still control the situation - first cut off the head of the liar who claims to be Rex, and then send the city defense army to take back Westem. Adela III does not believe this kind of flimsy family Resource's illegitimate son can raise a strong army comparable to the generations raised by the Bartles family.

But there was also a high-level spellcaster, which was a punch to Adela III's weakness...

The biggest shortcoming of the Bartleis family is that they did not train family spellcasters!

It stands to reason that emerging nobles who have been passed down for more than three generations will find ways to collect some talented children and teenagers for training. After decades of effort, at least one or two family spellcasters can be raised.

Many rural nobles squatting in remote places have similar adopted sons or adopted sons, like those big families that have been passed down for hundreds of years, deeply rooted and flourishing, and can even support high-level spellcasters.

However... Strictly speaking, the Bartleis family who became the lord only sat on the position of lord for four generations.

Their family really started more than 100 years ago. When Adela I tried his best to obtain the fiefdom of Innatrix, their family had been the lords of several generations, and only a few manors handed down from their ancestors could be the masters.

When the great-grandfather highly respected by the third generation, Adela I, came to Innadali, Innadali was not as prosperous as it is now... The horse bandits who are active in the Sorensen Mountains come every few years, and the locals can’t save it at all. How much does it cost.

The two generations of great-grandfather and grandfather worked hard and desperately intercepted tax revenue to raise soldiers. After the formation of the city defense army, the horse bandit group that took Nain Nadili as a free supply point was slightly curbed.

By the time of the father of the third generation, Innadali became a land commercial hub in a real sense.

The father of the third generation sent him to Wangcheng to study in the hope that his son would be able to find talented mage apprentices from poor families in Wangcheng, a place where elites gather and talents from all over the country...

Naihe III only cared about indulging in the colorful world of the royal city, and didn't pay much attention to his old father's expectations.When his father passed away unexpectedly, he was urgently called back to take over the job. Not only was he empty-handed, but he also picked on the adopted sons that his old father "collected" during his lifetime. If it wasn't for the old housekeeper's persuasion, he might have dismissed them Lost……

In short...the Bartles family has no ready-made spellcasters available, only a few mage apprentices who have to spend decades of resources to cultivate, and it is estimated that the grandson of the third generation will benefit from it, living in the mage tower in other people's territory.

The third had a chubby face, his lips were trembling with humiliation, but he still had to take the list of "criminal evidence" with trembling——I'm sorry, Baron, anyway, you lost your own territory, your people I have made such a big mess for my uncle, and such important things have fallen into other people's hands... I am worthy of me and my father for accepting your offerings for so many years if I don't bother you!

Here, when Yang Qiu dragged the loveless Rowell to manipulate the Westham territory, on the other side, Hal, who also had a loveless face, also led his brother Hang Chi Hang Chi rode the four tricycles to Westham's market.

I thought that taking care of the prisoners was already the lower limit of the "humiliation" for the former Sorensen thieves, but I didn't expect them to have no bottom limit... Rex sent the task of taking care of the prisoners to the group of undead , the three of them were sent to work as street vendors.

"If I knew it, I would have found a way to bring all the brothers out." Tuttle looked up to the sky and sighed. If there were no brothers who were held hostage in the exile town, they would run away without saying a word.

Tuttle originally thought that these products would be sold to local merchants at one time, but he never expected that bastard Rex would force them to retail by themselves...

The townspeople's market in Westham Town is actually a relatively wide street in Xicheng District.

Before the expansion of Westham 40 years ago, this street named "Martin Street" was the real commercial street in Westham Town - a 12-meter-wide road that can accommodate three carriages in parallel is the local residents' convention. The place where the stalls are set up is occupied by vegetable vendors from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm on weekdays. Farmers who have to work in the fields when the sun is not high in the morning will pick vegetables into the town for sale during this time period, and buy some salted black bread by the way. Go back with things like cloth woven bags.

On weekends, grocers from Innatrix, farmers from all directions and people from the manor will gather on this street. Products ranging from cattle, horses, pigs and sheep to needles and threads can be seen on this street.

Of course, the red-light district of Westham has become a local feature, and this Martin Street is still very lively at a certain time. After all, both townspeople and villagers need to supplement their daily necessities, especially the three kinds of life of salt, soybean oil and butter. Necessities, that is, new items need to be added every week-the unit price of these three items is too expensive, and even the townspeople can only buy them in small quantities and many times.

Today is not the weekend, and the people who go to the town to go to the market are mainly farmers. When it is past two o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun is not as big as it was at noon, there are groups of farmers from nearby villages carrying baskets and baskets on their backs. Come to town.

The prosperity of the red-light district also affects the lives of nearby villagers to a certain extent. On the one hand, local prices are affected, and the money in the hands of farmers is becoming less and less enough; on the other hand, seasonal fruits, fresh vegetables, handmade Tools such as woven bamboo baskets, and even rabbits covered with wild fruits picked from the mountains, are selling better than when the red light district did not appear.

This group of farmers carrying vegetables or carrying mountain goods walked on the town road talking and laughing, exchanging ideas on what to buy when they were sold out, and everyone brought their scissors and sickles to the town. The craftsman grinds it

When this group of people was a hundred meters away from the town gate... they found many people surrounded the town gate.

These people were either carrying loads and carrying baskets like them, or pushing things like wooden carts, obviously they were farmers who came to the town to sell vegetables like them.

"Why is it blocked at the door, and you don't go in to do business?" A thin farmer with a back full of mountain goods asked strangely.

"Could it be that money will be collected at the gate of the town today?"

"No way, I haven't heard of going to the market for so many years and paying the city money."

"Yes, yes, if we are not allowed to go in and sell vegetables, what will the townspeople eat?"

In doubt, the farmers who were [-] meters away saw someone squeezed out of the crowded crowd. The loads they carried were all empty, and the people seemed panicked.

This frightened the farmers who were still driving on the town road, and they all stopped in place, not daring to move on.

"The things were robbed, and no money was given?" The thin farmer with the bag on his back gasped.

"No, I can't, so many people are still surrounding there. Some people really rob things and don't pay them. Why don't they leave?" Another farmer carrying a full load of goods said nervously.

As if to confirm the farmer's guess, the man who came out with an empty load...did not run away immediately, but stopped outside the crowd, turned around, stood on tiptoe and looked inside...

The few farmers who had just arrived looked at each other in blank dismay.

Their village is neither far nor close to the town, and it takes more than an hour to go out in the sun and come back. If they were asked to give up entering the town for business and turn around and go home...they would definitely not be reconciled.

After hesitating for a while, the farmers decided to go over to see the situation first... There are so many people at the gate of the town, in broad daylight, if someone really robs them and doesn't give them money, won't they run around?With so many people, can they all be stopped?

This group of farmers nervously walked the last hundred meters, and got outside the crowd on the third floor and the third floor. Before they could find someone to inquire about the situation, they heard a very forceful, a little impatient voice from inside. A male voice: "32 catties of cabbage, one copper coin per catty, isn't it 32 copper coins? Three ten copper coins, two one copper coins, I can't count them all?"

"Including this eleven-pound pumpkin, it's 36 copper coins!"

"Pumpkins are always one copper coin and two catties, and there are three catties! Don't mess around! I don't want you to pick them up and sell them in the market, we won't accept them!"

"Green peppers are enough! No more green peppers!"

"Take the tomatoes over there and weigh them!"

"I don't want any green vegetables either! Enough green vegetables!"

The voice of this loud man was very impolite and impolite, and he sounded like he was going to hit someone... But the farmers who just arrived were really relieved.

Some big bosses in the town occasionally collect vegetables at the gate of the town like this, and the farmers who sell vegetables really prefer to sell vegetables to these rich and powerful people... Although they are very rude and rude, they don’t know how to pick and choose Fourth, it is also easy to pay, not like the townspeople who buy a handful of green vegetables and always have to pick up a few leaves.

The goods they brought included varieties other than green peppers and vegetables, so they all joined the crowd besieging the town gate... Some clever and energetic ones squeezed in desperately despite the complaints of the people around them.

The skinny farmer with a back of mountain goods squeezed to the front row under the angry gaze of many people... Then he was dumbfounded.

The boss who collected the things did not block the door. The place they bought was actually on the side of the town gate, leaving a large open space.

Farmers and women from ten miles and eight townships have blocked the gates of the town, but they just refuse to enter the town through the vacated land. The reason is... there are a lot of skeletons among the buyers who can move freely under the sun!

It's not the kind of dead skeleton that doesn't move and only shows up when the tomb is occasionally washed away by the flood, but a living skeleton that can move and jump like a human!

The skinny farmer who had just managed to squeeze forward saw two skeletons "hardly" moving the radishes sold to them by a certain vegetable farmer into the tricycle parked beside them...

The skinny farmer opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at this weird scene. It took him a long time to regain his senses and swallowed.

He is now in a strange split state where he wants to turn his head and run to the house without saying a word, and wants to stay and watch Rare...

It is indeed more efficient to buy directly at the gate of the town in advance than to go shopping slowly in the market, but in half an hour, the five tricycles brought out by Mia and the class were loaded with a full three-wheeler of vegetables.

"These are enough for today." Ben Dalu looked at the vegetables in the bucket and said to Mia.

Mia, who was in charge of paying, wiped off her sweat and said, "Let's go here first, let's go to the market to have a look." After a pause, she waved to the farmers blocking the town gate, "Today's food is enough , we’ll come back tomorrow, everyone, go into the town on your own, don’t block the door.”

In the past, Mia might have to spend a long time telling these farmers that the undead of Tarantan are good undead and will never hurt them, but she is still carrying the task assigned by Rex at the moment, so she has no time to delay, hello With a single sound, he took Ban and the undead who helped him away.

The purchasing team turned into the alley and walked towards the market in Xicheng District. After walking a long way, the gate of the town was no longer visible, and a group of farmers and women who had seen enough of the rare things just "buzzed" and uttered all sorts of things in one go. accent……

Many of them would go to the town to sell vegetables the next day. When did Westem change, and even the undead, whom he had only heard about in rumors, appeared? !

These undead are still mixed with people, and they will buy their food!

The skinny farmer who successfully got into the front row and caught up with the load of the tricycle and sold most of his mountain goods, ran to the back to find his fellow villagers in a fuss, surprise and pride, and shouted loudly: "You don't Knowing how scary those skeletons with clothes and armor are, I was terrified when they got close to my back! They can talk, but they can't understand, it's all KABAKABA's voice!"

"Did they really give you money?" the villagers asked curiously.

"Here." The skinny farmer proudly showed the copper coins he had just collected to his companion, "Look, the wild plums I picked on the mountain in the morning were exchanged for these coins."

Seeing the money, the villagers were envious:

"Those bitter plums can be exchanged for so much? These people are really generous."

"I knew I would have squeezed in too. The eggplants in my family are growing very well, and they might harvest them too."

"Is it true that they said they will come tomorrow?"

The farmers chattered and marveled, put away their thoughts of going home after watching the excitement, and moved in groups to the Xicheng District market...

There are actually undead swaying around in the town, which is really scary.

But since these undead don't harm living people, and they pay for things...then there are undead.

After all, the vegetables you picked still have to be sold, and the family still needs to purchase daily necessities; if the oil tank is empty, it’s a big deal to eat a few vegetarian meals, and if the salt jar is empty, it’s not good...

For the bottom-level townspeople and villagers, there is nothing more embarrassing than surviving.

The skinny farmer and the villagers from the same village came to the market and found that the market was much deserted than before. On the whole street, there were only small shops that were open if they were not open for a day. Stores, large clothing stores, large food stores...all closed.

Not only are there fewer shops open, but there are also fewer pedestrians... In the past, there were a lot fewer townspeople who came early to buy the freshest vegetables when they arrived at the market.

This deserted scene made a group of farmers who are used to going to the market worry... Those who have sold out vegetables need to purchase, and those that have not been sold need to be sold. With so few people, can business still be done?

What's even more frightening is... the farmers also saw the group of people who bought vegetables not long ago tearing down the door of a grain store.

The farmers who were originally scattered all over the street instinctively...quickly huddled together, sticking together as if they were blocking the gate of a town.

After the store door was demolished, the farmers in the group heard screams that didn't sound like human voices from a distance of tens of meters...

The sharp-eyed farmer also saw someone jump out of the window of the grain store, screaming and fleeing into the alley...

The farmers huddled closer together, and their eyes staring at the rare (hot) rare (noisy) also widened.

Then... those frightening undead entered the store, pulled out the old couple who hadn't escaped, moved the scales of the grain store and the bags of flour to the door of the store, weighed them on the street, paid for them, and took out the whole bag of flour. Flour loading...

This weird procurement team took away more than 200 catties of flour, walked to the door of the next store, knocked on the door and demolished the door. The old shopkeeper and his wife who got a small bag of coins were still standing there in a daze...

When the three Hal brothers pulled four tricycles to the market with no noses and no faces, the purchasing team had just left, and the bustling market in the past had returned to about [-]% of its vitality. The number of shops and townspeople shopping has decreased by more than half, at least not as deserted as other places in the town.

Finding a place with relatively dry ground and less garbage, Jerome stopped the car. The knight instructor Jerome, who was the youngest and most senior among the three, took the initiative to shake the waterproof tent cloth in the car bucket, paved it on the side of the street, and quickly turned the tricycle The goods in the store were moved down and sorted and placed.

Rex, who knows very well what products the people at the bottom are easily attracted to, arranged for them to bring out the first batch of products for sale...two carts of cloth, one cart of plastic cups and bowls, colorful sewing boxes, plastic buttons, plastic rain boots, etc. Plastic-based groceries, and a cart full of towels.

Not to mention groceries towels, large rolls printed with various colorful patterns, dense and thick yarns, especially eye-catching (super in line with rural aesthetics), manufacturers clear inventory (average backlog of more than five years) curtain cloth When they came out, whether they were townspeople, farmers, or small store owners and clerks who were open for business, their eyes were straight...

The leader of the textile industry in the Nabalon continent is the Kenyan Empire. At least [-]% of the urban residents on the continent must have textiles from the Kenyan Empire in their homes.

Why don't the other [-]% of the urban residents and the larger rural population use it?

Because you can't afford it.

Poor road infrastructure makes land transportation at least five times more expensive than sea transportation. Printed shirts that ordinary citizens in the Kenyan Empire can afford are at least ten times more expensive when shipped to inland countries.

Not to mention in Westham, even in Inadoli, only people living in wealthy areas can afford to wear this kind of fabric made of finely woven fabrics, dyed with brilliant colors, and printed with intricate and exquisite patterns. The clothes... Most of the people can only wear rough plain linen clothes.

Hal and Tuttle, the two young masters with good backgrounds, would never help. They stayed where they were and did not run away, all because they were worried that something would happen to them and they would be caught by Yang to settle accounts... In case the goods are robbed, the accounts are wrong, etc., that bastard Yang will definitely blame them.

Jerome, who was sweating profusely from tallying the goods, did not dare to count on them to make a move. Seeing that the goods were set up, but no one came up to ask the price, they all hid from a distance and paid attention, so he had to take the initiative to follow Rex's request. Propaganda solicitation: "The new lord specially provides Westem with new goods. Let's take a look. All the daily necessities are super cheap, and the brand-new printed cloth only costs ten copper coins per meter—"

He hadn't finished chanting Rex's stipulated shout, but he felt his eyes blur.

A woman who was originally buying small green vegetables across the street teleported to the booth in a flash that absolutely exceeded the movement limit of ordinary people.

"How much, how much?" This woman, who should be just an ordinary housewife, was carrying a vegetable basket and staring at Jerome behind the booth fanatically, "Sir, what do you think is the price of this cloth per meter? Repeat?"

Jerome, who is relatively transparent among the mentor NPCs, and who grows a big beard to hide his real age so as not to be underestimated, is also from the bottom.

Although Yang asked him to be a knight instructor, Jerome was not actually a real knight—he was just a knight squire before he was driven away by his original master to the streets.

It sounds good, but it is actually a servant for a decent knight. When the master goes to the battlefield, he will help carry the armor and carry the weapon. If the master loses the battle, he will use his life to cover the retreat of the master.

A knight often has multiple attendants, and it is not possible to bring all the attendants into regular knights... Which of the attendants is older and has enough qualifications, and the knight is not willing to add an opponent to compete with him? If he doesn't have a job, he will be blasted away with an excuse and replaced by a more obedient little boy.

In short...Jerome is aware of the sufferings of the human world, and he is well aware of what these unbelievably cheap and unbelievably high-quality products mean to ordinary people.

"Ten copper coins per meter, ma'am." Jerome slowed down and said patiently, "The ones printed on one side are thicker, and the ones printed on both sides are thinner. They are all ten copper coins per meter."