The pile of blue-green gems of different sizes was roughly valued by the six thieves, and was worth about ninety gold coins. In addition to more than sixty gold coins, they plundered about one hundred and fifty gold coins from the castle.
If converted into soft sister coins, it would only be more than two million.
This money may not sound like much, but almost all players think it is a huge amount of money.
Money depends on purchasing power, and it also depends on the current consumption level of society.
For example, in China in the 1970s and 1980s, pork cost about 60 to 70 cents per pound. It was cheap, but there were still very few people who could afford pork. At that time, eating meat itself was a very luxury thing. Imagine, in the 1970s and 1980s when the price of pork was less than one yuan per catty, what would it be like to have a deposit of more than 2 million yuan
In this game world, prices and people's consumption levels are even lower than in the 1970s and 1970s. Honey white bread, known as an entry-level luxury product, only costs two copper coins, which sounds very cheap, but ordinary civilians I didn't dare to eat randomly, because one copper coin could buy several kilograms of wheat, and two copper coins could buy enough food for a family for more than ten days.
How could you dare to eat randomly
So this pile of gold coins and gems is already a huge amount of money in this world.
And Bertel was just the lord of a small city.
Because the castle was set on fire and the main force in searching for the loot was six thieves, they naturally wanted to take more. Therefore, they took out something worth sixty gold coins and divided it among the six thieves.
The other ninety gold coins were divided equally among the other thirty players.
In fact, it doesn't matter whether Roland wants the money or not. Now more and more magicians are going to the royal city to learn their expertise. There are now more than thirty gold coins in his system backpack. He is not short of money. But if he didn't take it, he would probably be secretly labeled as being unsociable, showing off, being a money man, etc., so he symbolically took a small white gemstone as his 'mission bonus' .
Afterwards, the players ate, drank, and boasted outside Mori City. After two days of partying, they slowly dispersed.
All food and drinks during the period were bought from Mori City.
At first, the entire city's residents and businessmen were afraid of this group of crazy players outside the city. These golden sons didn't even need to sleep. They were so drunk that they beat gongs and drums outside the city in the middle of the night, howling like ghosts and singing weird songs. , it sounds so scary that even children dare not cry at night.
But then they discovered that these players gave money to eat and buy things. They would apologize first if they accidentally bumped into someone. They gradually became bolder and dared to contact them, and even took the initiative to sell some drinks. To the players.
There are also some who are more bold and dare to come and eat and drink.
The players didn't care. When they came, they poured wine and meat for them, which was extremely generous.
No matter how lively the banquet is, it will break up. Roland was among the last to leave. When he was about to leave, a group of soldiers escorting a little boy found him.
This is a little boy who is a little skinny, a little timid, and wearing aristocratic clothes cannot support his aura.
But when facing Roland, he still used the most cowardly expression and said words that were very consistent with equal diplomacy: "Dear Archmage, I am a distant relative of the Bettel family, and as the last heir of Mori City , as the current lord of Mori City, I think I should be qualified to ask you something."
The little boy was really scared. His voice was trembling when he spoke, and there seemed to be tears in his big eyes, but he still bravely looked directly into Roland's eyes without any dodge or move.
Roland looked at the guard soldiers beside him. These soldiers were the last ones who accompanied Bettel a few days ago and wanted to live and die with Bettel.
But when they faced Roland's scrutinizing gaze, they all subconsciously turned their heads and avoided looking at him.
Roland's eyes returned to the little boy, and he smiled and said, "Just ask."
The little boy's voice was still trembling: "Have you completed your set revenge goal? Will you attack our Mori City again in the future?"
Seeing how scared he was, Roland asked curiously: "What are you going to do if we come again next time?"
When Roland said this, the remaining players had not yet left. Several players responsible for processing and burying the garbage also approached. For a moment, several men in black robes stood together and stared at the opposite side with great intimidation.
"I..." Seeing more and more people in black robes on the opposite side, the little boy's voice was not only trembling this time, but his lips were turning white and trembling: "I... feel that beating... killing, no... is good. We... We can change it this way, we hand over a certain amount of gold coins every month, as a surrender, please let go... our civilians in Mori City!"
The guards next to them were swallowing, showing extremely uneasiness. They wanted to put their hands on the handle, but they didn't dare, for fear of irritating the group of black-robed men opposite.
The little boy was less than ten years old. Seeing him bravely restraining his fear, Roland felt a little pity and reached out to touch the little guy's head to comfort him.
As a result, this action frightened the little boy. He let out a soft cry and closed his eyes.
But he still stood upright and did not step back.
Several guards had put their hands on the hilts of their swords, but they did not pull out the swords.
Roland patted the little boy's head and said gently: "The position of City Lord is a bit hard. Work hard and we won't come here again."
After speaking, Roland left.
Several other players also came up, and each of them patted the little boy on the head and said, "Do a good job."
"Do it well and don't imitate your elders."
"Work hard and be a good city lord."
Then the players left together, their voices laughing at themselves heard in the distance.
"That little boy is so brave. If I were in his position, I would be so scared that I would poop out on the spot."
"It's so disgusting and cowardly. If I were me, I would just foam at the mouth and faint."
Then there was a series of self-indulgent, obscene laughter.
Watching these unmasked men in black robes leaving, watching their figures almost disappear, the trembling little boy couldn't help but fall to the ground.
He covered his face with one hand and cried softly: "It's so scary. It scared me to death. It scared me to death."
As he spoke, water stains appeared on the ground beneath him.
Discovering this situation, the little boy cried even more ashamed.
A soldier squatted down and gently patted the little boy on the back: "Little master, you are already very brave and amazing."
Roland returned to Mori City, found the previous coachman, rode the original carriage, and walked in the direction he came from.
Not long after I got on the carriage, I received a guild message from Beta: "Brother Luolan, there is a post in the general discussion area of the forum naming you and saying that they want to deal with you!"
Roland was stunned. Did he offend someone
He immediately opened the forum and quickly found the post.
"On How to Target the Strongest Mage Roland".
The poster calls himself a 'lawbreaker'.