Roland Hill was thinking about whether to come up with some blood-activating potions to sell, because this potion does not require extraordinary abilities to make, and it is very simple for her.
"Are you buying potions?" Roland Hill took out a crimson glass tube, the pure red rippling slightly. Elixir of Blood (Perfect Bronze)
Hearing this sentence, the clerk's face changed subtly. He thought it was a big customer, but it turned out to be a wild way to sell medicine.
Ordinary workshops will not buy potions, because the source of the potions is unknown, and if something goes wrong, their reputation will be greatly affected.
"Does this lady have an alchemist qualification certificate?"
"Ugh... No." The girl shook her head.
"I'm very sorry, we don't accept things of unknown origin."
The clerk's face turned a little arrogant.
"All right."
The girl lowered her head and took back the potion in her hand. In fact, she still has several kinds of potions on her body, many of which are silver-level and gold-level.
It's not easy for ordinary people to make money, I sighed in my heart, and then walked out of this alchemy workshop.
Let’s go to Verga to see. The business there is more developed and there are many rich people. Get an initial capital first, and then you can talk about it.
After talking with Angus today, Roland Hill also learned about the various problems of the West Wind Kingdom, and no longer has any hope for this country that is addicted to luxury and pleasure.
Three days later, the girl got on a carriage that went south and headed to the Verga Business Alliance. Looking out the window of the carriage, there were some barren fields beside the road, and the few farmers I occasionally saw were also numb, their eyes were dark, and they were slowly turning the soil in the fields. From time to time there are riders with leather whips to urge the supervisor, and even malicious whipping.
Looking at this sad scene, Roland Hill shook his head, retracted his gaze, and no longer looked out of the carriage's window.
"It's very miserable." Seven or eight people sat on the traveling carriage, and a young man opposite the girl said.
"I used to live like this." He looked out the window with a look of memory.
"In the southern part of the kingdom, many people secretly cross the border to Verga every year."
"The remaining farmers are few and far between, and a lot of land is deserted."
"Those nobles in the city don't care about this, they have to collect no less than a cent of food and taxes every year.",
"The people below, if they don't work themselves, just supervise the farmers to work all day long, and they will be beaten if they are lazy. Only in this way can they barely survive."
"In this case, it will collapse sooner or later, right? The rest will be even more difficult, constantly escaping or breaking out." The girl said suspiciously.
"Yes, but this situation will change soon." The black-haired youth said firmly.
"How to change, those nobles won't change their style so easily, right?"
Roland Hill didn't quite understand why the young man in front of him was so sure.
"You'll understand after a while."
The young man showed a mysterious smile, and there was a kind of fanaticism and worship in his eyes.
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North Westwind Kingdom, Nedshire, early morning.
Countless wooden towers are built on the endless wilderness, each tower is lit with a huge bonfire, the firewood is burning crackling, and under the towers are neatly arranged gray tents, but this is not focus.
In the middle of the wilderness stood about 50,000 warriors in black armor. They were arranged in a neat square formation. Without saying a word, they stood up solemnly, waiting for orders. Flags of various colors and coats of arms flutter slowly in the thick morning fog, representing the countless families and people of the area.
In front of the vast school grounds is a high platform built of boulders, and more than a dozen figures in armor are also waiting quietly. Some of them are the small nobles of Nedshire, some are soldiers of the kingdom, and more are civilians in this land.
Today they are not gathered here to play, but to carry out a major event related to life and death. This is not only related to the existence of the various families present in the future, but even directly affects the future of nearly ten million people in Ned County. destiny.
That's right, they're going to raise their banners today and launch uprisings and rebellions against the centuries-long rule of the kingdom!
It is not that they chose their fate, but that the thousands of people in Ned County chose them. These mountain people who have lived on this land since ancient times are bold and uninhibited. Since the kingdom conquered this place, digging mines and excavating boulders, Ned County provided a lot of steel and precious metals for the rise of the kingdom, but the people here did not get corresponding returns after hard work and hard work, and most of the profits were lost. The great nobles of the kingdom are divided, and more and more tasks are assigned to Ned County.
These industrious mountain people risked their lives to dig in the dark mines, just to feed their wives and children and let their elderly fathers eat better. But that little wish, which was nothing more than that, has now been cruelly broken. The West Wind royal family has raised the tax rate again. This year, it will turn over more ore and steel to build armor and equip the army to suppress civil unrest. If the number is not enough, they will be convicted and killed, and this will become the last piece of bending the camel. boulders.
A man in all-black steel armor stepped onto the stage. He took off his helmet, revealing his face, and there was a scar on his left face. This man who looked mature and fierce was Pullman.
Pullman, the once naive teenager, has now become steady and powerful. He held a great sword, inserted it upside down on the stone platform, and then slowly glanced at these determined warriors. They, like him, were born and raised in this land, and today they are putting their lives on the line for it.
Pullman took a deep breath, and then a loud voice spread throughout the wilderness.
"My compatriots in Nedshire, today, we are here to tell the world!"
"The mountain people of the Ned Mountains are free and unrestrained. They will no longer bow and submit, they will straighten their spines, and they will wash away hundreds of years of oppression with iron and blood!"
"Since we were born, we have been forced to obey. The kingdom treats us like stubborn dogs. Nothing is more humble than this. We have been tortured by ruthless rules to this day."
"Those who are called lowly and are ridiculed as idiots covered in black and ashes. If this is the case, then we will turn into beasts in the dark and take back what was stolen."
"Tread ridicule and shame underfoot."
"Even if we are greeted by brutal slaughter."
"We also have to fight the trapped beasts, tearing a way of survival with blood and teeth!"
The curtain on the high platform was also lifted at this moment. On the huge blue banner were three golden morning stars, and under the stars was a book, and the pattern of two ears of wheat was surrounded on both sides. The early morning sun rose, breaking through the fog and gilding the brand new flag.
The dozen or so leaders on the high platform were all from this land. They were standing behind Pullman and watching this solemn scene, raising their right hands and swearing with the compatriots present.
"I hereby swear to form brothers who live and die together with the compatriots present, entrust my life and back to each other, and fight for the future of the Ned Mountains until death!"
The crisp sound of drawing the sword came one after another, and the sound of the oath resounded through the sky.