For the poor, 1,500 gold coins are a huge amount of money that is difficult to earn in ten lifetimes. But for wizards, this is really not much money.
Powell and Johnson only sold two dozen bottles of magic potions. The store comes with a wooden suitcase, which has a suitable groove in it, and is padded with sheepskin, and the glass bottle is stuffed and compacted to ensure that it is not damaged by bumps as much as possible.
The entire transaction inspection took a whole morning, and Powell and Johnson were shaking when they came out. As long as the freight in this box is returned, they will earn at least three thousand gold coins.
"Why are the magic materials in Coldwind City so cheap?"
Johnson still felt incredible when he walked out of the store. He is an illusionist and requires expensive materials to cast spells. As long as the comparison is made, the profit is amazing.
"Don't worry about so much, we will go back today, and we will be able to get back to Banshee Fort four or five days faster. Let's make the money first." Powell was even more anxious, just wanting to make money.
The carriage from Coldwind City to Dense Fog Town runs every morning and evening, and it is impossible to leave at noon. The two bought the tickets first, and then stored the suitcase with the medicine in the material store. They decided to have a meal and take a stroll around Coldwind City by the way.
"Victor Hugo really spent a lot of effort on this city." Powell walked in the square market in the center of the city, facing the dazzling array of goods, quite emotional.
"The city was not so clean before, and the vendors who set up the stalls were always evasive. The streets were always stink of excrement and urine. Not only were people drowning everywhere, but the animals pulling carts were also diarrhea."
A carriage passed by the square, pulling in crates of goods. Forcing a horse dung bag to be hung on the horse's ass is just such a simple measure, which saves many hidden hygiene hazards.
As for people, there are toilets at the four corners of the square, and the patrolling city management walks back and forth to ensure hygiene and order.
Powell has passed through the square in the city center countless times. Here is the face of the long-legged family. After all, there must always be a place that can be seen in the city to welcome foreign guests and hold festival ceremonies.
Even in such a place, the corners are full of garbage and sewage. Every time a big person wants to come, the inspection office will temporarily send someone to fill in some fine sand to make the scene better. Usually it doesn't matter at all.
Now the square has been re-paved with floor tiles, the garbage in the corners has also been cleaned up, the narrow road has been widened to two-way two-lane, the area of the square has been expanded four times, and the space is instantly open.
The surrounding buildings were cleared, and new houses built in emergency were generally built with three floors. The building materials are made of wood for the time being, and those who have money to exchange for stones in the future will use'fossils into mud' to cover more than five layers.
"This is indeed more style than in the past." Powell admitted this reluctantly. All buildings are very new, and the new regime has a new look, and incidentally, many employment problems have been solved.
There are several newly opened restaurants near the square that provide simple food. Powell saw a lot of familiar faces, all of them were family cooks of the nobles in the past, but now they are serving by ordinary people.
"Want to try it?" Powell suggested.
Johnson shook his head, "I'd better go to the Tower of the Wizard, there should be more exquisite food. Sitting with vulgar coolies and small merchants will make me feel uncomfortable."
The two had their own plans, so they separated temporarily and agreed to return to the square before departure in the afternoon. Powell walked into the restaurant near the square. The cook knew him and walked out to say hello.
"Powell, are you still alive?" The cook was originally from the long-legged family. He was surprised to see the spy coming. "I thought you had died somewhere."
Powell sat down in the restaurant and shook his head with a wry smile, "I did almost die several times."
The spy and the cook were actually not familiar with each other in the past, but now things are different, and the only similar experience in the past has drawn into the relationship between the two.
"The newspaper in the city says that Phils Long-legged died in Banshee Castle, is it true?"
"Yes, he died miserably, and I collected his body."
"So there is no longer a long-legged family?"
"No, it was gone half a year ago. The Butcher family swallowed the remnants of the Long-legged family directly."
"It's the same with us. Old Bank returned to Lord Hugo, and no one dared to resist. I didn't expect that in just one and a half years, the long-legged family that had occupied Coldwind City for decades was gone.
Last year, I was thinking about how to introduce my two sons to Phil Longlegs, so that they could take my job one day. I didn't expect Phils to die before me. "
"It's all the same. Last year, I thought about the long-legged family, no matter how unlucky, they can always fight back with the support of Banshee Castle. The result..."
The cook can also be regarded as a vassal of the nobility, a vested interest in the past. Without the nobility, he was rather lost. But Powell asked if he still missed the past, he shook his head...
"No one misses the past, and all the people they miss are eliminated." The cook shook his head and said: "It's not surprising that the long-legged family loses. Your Excellency Hugo is too strong.
Look at how much this city has changed. What the Longlegs family has not been able to do in the past few decades, His Excellency Hugo has done just one year after he ruled Coldwind City. "
The expression of the cook is unspeakable, it seems very melancholy, and with a certain kind of new life.
"Slaves can walk around the streets freely, tenants don't need to pay heavy taxes, women can show up generously, and the city's gangsters and bullies are cleaned up. The patrol agency will not arrest people casually, but will help the territory Residents.
Even opening a restaurant is easy for me, and I don’t need to worry about someone coming to close my door suddenly. Now more than one hundred and two hundred thousand people in and outside the city enthusiastically worship the lord, his words are more effective than the gods.
Lord Hugo constantly promotes and promotes his own New Deal. He said that women can only get married at the age of 18. If anyone said such things in the past, no one would take care of them at all. It's no use even Phils has long legs to order, it will only provoke jokes.
But there are special preachers in the city who go to the streets, markets, and villages every day to talk about the benefits of women getting married and having children later.
At the beginning, everyone was resisting. But after half a year of talking, everyone also recognized the lord's will. Many of the friends I know had to marry their daughters this year, but they all postponed them.
Outright disobedience is really punished.
You don't understand how terrible this is. The lord said to build a road, so he did it. Said to renew the urban area, so it was renewed. He said that he would open up farmland, so he opened up. Said to dig a ditch, so he also dug.
What the leader did has been realized. He even accommodates kobolds, returns a high salary, and does not allow anyone to bully. Everyone is actually very worried about the appearance of the city becoming unknown.
But so far, everything is fine. "
The cook was very helpless. He lost the power to use the long-legged family fox to fake the power, but life is indeed better. At most, the low class and even foreign races actually sit on an equal footing with him, which makes it difficult for him to adapt.
Revolution, revolution, this is the real revolution!
Powell was speechless for a moment, and his brain buzzed. The general trend is like this, and you can't resist if you want to resist. He didn't know what else he had to ask, at most something like "Is there enough food to eat?"
The cook nodded and smiled bitterly: "In the past, people would freeze to death and starve to death every winter. This year it is rare. People from other places can have hot porridge and live in a warm house.
If you come back next year, the city will definitely be different. So I say that the Long-legged family is not wronged, no one is Hugo's opponent. He is too strong. "
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