Medical resources are scarce everywhere. There are more than 200,000 people in the surrounding area of Coldwind City, and there are less than 100 people who can provide medical services, and they are not very professional.
Ordinary people can only say a prayer when they get sick, and then rely on the body to carry it hard. If you can't carry it, it will naturally be over. This is also an important reason for the low life expectancy.
Johnson is an illusionist, and he pretends to be another profession in public appearances. The herbal medicine merchant is popular there, and it is not easy to be suspicious. It is his daily identity.
Zhou Qingfeng occupied Coldwind City, and the dwarf witch doctor Old Boge opened a medical hall in the city, and'disease believers' from all over the north land flooded in. Because only here, they are not discriminated against.
But the magic arts that can be provided in the medical hall are also very limited, and the main treatment is herbal medicine.
Zhou Qingfeng promotes public services, and medical care is a priority. Old Borg felt that Johnson's herbal medicines were good at their prices, and they had been purchasing in large quantities.
Johnson made a lot of money for this. Powell said he would'do more and more losses', but he denied: "Don't worry, I will leave when I earn a thousand gold coins."
"Forget it." Powell didn't believe it. "When you make one thousand gold coins, you will still want to make ten thousand gold coins. Then you will not leave."
Johnson didn't listen, and Powell couldn't help it.
Now the situation in the city seems calm, but the supervision is getting stricter. Mr. Detective felt that it would be meaningless to stay in Coldwind City. It's better to go to Banshee Fort and ask the Long-legged Family for some activities.
It's just more than a hundred kilometers between the two cities, it's too hard to rely on two legs alone. This kind of long-distance travel generally involves spending money to join a large caravan, where food, drink and safety are provided by the caravan.
But now Coldwind City is blocked and there are no large caravans to travel.
Powell's idea was to first go to Green Valley Town to the west of Coldwind City, and to the west there is a Broken Bridge City in Green Valley Town. After arriving at Broken Bridge City, he detoured back to Banshee Fort.
This way of traveling in circles is very common. After all, there are frequent disturbances in the alien world, and business routes are cut off from time to time. People have long been accustomed to changing routes when this route fails.
But when Powell went to the Harmony Chamber of Commerce to inquire about the carriage to Green Valley Town, the steward of the Chamber of Commerce sat at the counter and said lazily: "There is no carriage to Green Valley Town this week."
"Aren't you the team that goes to Green Valley Town twice a week? I want to hitch a ride." Powell felt strange.
The steward of the Chamber of Commerce is keeping accounts, playing with a calculation tool called the "abacus". He still shook his head and said: "In special times, the convoy stopped."
"When is there?"
"I don't know, you can ask again next week. If you run out of money, I can introduce you to a job." The steward of the Chamber of Commerce took a look at Powell's sturdy figure and asked, "Will you strike iron?"
Don't mention'strike the iron', Powell hates the word. This reminded him of his experience of working as a'iron machine' in Harmony Village.
It's a job without feelings. I commute to and from work on time every day, I check my watch for meals, I can't drink alcohol at get off work, and I have to complete quantitative performance to get the money-it's a nightmare day.
Powell shuddered when he saw the so-called "workers" wearing uniforms entering the workshop every day, just like seeing a batch of walking dead.
"No, no, I don't know how to strike iron." Powell escaped from the Chamber of Commerce and walked on the street to meditate.
Lvgu Town is only 20 kilometers away from Coldwind City. In the last six months, the city’s roads have been repaired, and it only takes two hours for a carriage to arrive.
Green Valley Town is the main traffic road in the west of the city, and the wine it produces is an important commodity in the North. But the convoy that went there actually stopped? This is unreasonable.
After thinking about it, Powell looked for other ways to inquire about the news, and learned that the traffic on the three sides of the city, southeast and north, was normal, except for the west side. It was Coldwind City who took the initiative to stop.
Powell returned to Johnson's new home with a heavy heart. The'pharmacist' is out, and there is only an owl in the house.
The pet caught a field mouse as a toy from somewhere. We met one person and one bird, and at the same time shouted-poor ghost/stupid bird.
Sparks went straight up.
Powell gritted his teeth in anger and bitterly cursed: Don't let me find a chance, or I will break the neck of this bird sooner or later.
Dudu grabbed the field mouse, flapped its wings, and flew up to the second-floor window of the simple room. It stared at Powell below with two big eyes, "Are you trying to kill me? Dream it. I won't give you a chance."
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"Dudu, where is your master?"
"He went to make money."
"Now the convoys in the city heading to the west are all stopped. Can you go to the town of Green Valley in the west of the city to see what happened there?"
"Yes. But why should I listen to you? What benefit can you give me?"
The boss of the owl's eyes, Powell felt that the other person was staring at his wallet. He is now poorer than Johnson, and there is no magic gem to feed this familiar.
Seeing that Powell hasn't moved for a long time, he uttered a long tone of "Oh..." in his mouth, followed by contempt and mockery—Cut, the poor ghost still wants to instruct others to do work
Calling'poor ghost' all day long, I fucking fight with you!
Powell couldn't help it, and rose into a rage, rushing to the window on the second floor of the house, reaching out to catch the horrible owl.
The spy is a variant of the thief, and the speed and action are extremely fast.
But Dudu had been guarding the opponent long ago, as soon as the dead vole under his paw was lost, it fluttered into the sky. It flew without forgetting to yell a few "poor ghosts" and blow up Powell's angry lungs.
I am angry, but I still have to face the status quo. Powell sat down at the door of the simple new house, wondering what he should do
There must be a problem with the road blockade to the west, either because there was an army from Broken Bridge City, or Coldwind City took the initiative to attack.
But what about it
In Cold Wind City, houses are built quickly, roads are built quickly, people are quickly assembled, and everything is done quickly. Powell has long experienced Victor Hugo's swift action.
It was also a war, and other nobles could not go out without a few months of mobilization. The spy knew that there was still enough time to deliver the message.
Even if he knew that Coldwind City was about to do it, its opponents would not be able to react.
The Allard family suffered from this loss, and they gathered their staff slowly, thinking that Victor Hugo was the same as himself. The result was that the entire family was taken away in a wave, and even the scum was not left behind.
Confronting such an enemy, other families in the North are dull like snails.
Before nightfall, Johnson came back and Dudu lay on his master's head. Powell said weakly: "The Broken Bridge City to the west is afraid of danger."
Surprisingly, the illusionist nodded and replied with a calm face: "I already know.
Victor Hugo led troops to raid Broken Bridge City. There are more than one hundred cavalry, five hundred heavy infantry, and more than three hundred logistic carriages. All the troops in the city are in battle. "
Powell was even more surprised, "How do you know so clearly?"
"Because this matter has not been concealed at all. I heard the old Borg of the medical clinic say that this is to bully the opponent slowly, and concentrate all the troops to launch a surprise attack in a short period of time. Victory is achieved before the enemy can react."
Johnson scratched his head in annoyance, "I just sold a batch of herbal medicines to the Harmony Chamber of Commerce. Rubio of the Chamber of Commerce praised me as a model of supporting the army, and he wanted to put a sign on me as a commendation."
It's ironic.