The noble lords of Carman do not know whether the currency of the Carman states is still valuable;
But they know that Kvir currency is really valuable!
Especially the virtual currency on the Internet bank is more valuable! If you leave it there, the interest rate will increase every day, and money will make money.
With these virtual currencies, you can buy almost everything you want in Viais.
Even Sephiroth!
Under such circumstances, almost no noble could bear the temptation of interests.
Almost all of them secretly formed a team and rushed into [Conquering the Second Dimension].
Or conquer Kezad-dûm and plunder wealth;
Or hunt green-skinned orcs to exchange for essence.
Old Fern is one of the members of the gold mining team formed by Count Boyce of the Grand Duchy of Greg!
He was born as a mercenary, but when he got old and frail and lost his strength, he had to disband and return to the field.
It was at this time that Count Boyce's people suddenly came to him secretly and said they wanted to recruit him.
Given the choice between a bag of silver coins and a death threat, the grief-stricken old Fern had to choose the former. He had to consider his family, especially his son who had become a knight's retinue.
When old Fern stepped into Count Boyce's secret mansion and received the mithril ring engraved with the magic of interconnection, he was dumbfounded!
Is there such a magical magic in this world
It has no power, but it is more powerful than any power!
If he could have obtained the magic of the Internet when he was young, he is sure that his achievements would be more than just this!
His life can definitely be better!
But why doesn't he know
You know, he is not a farmer who lives in one place all his life, he is a mercenary who travels all over the country and has extensive knowledge!
No need to think!
The damn nobles must have hidden them!
That's right!
That must be it!
Old Vern secretly thought and hated it.
In the days that followed, while helping Count Boyce hunt orcs to earn merit points, he secretly thought about how to tell his son about the magic of the Internet.
He's been like this his whole life.
But he didn't want to see his son repeat his old ways.
Count Boyce is very smart. He has signed contracts with everyone.
The contract stipulates that the secrets of the Internet are not allowed to be revealed to anyone.
Under the constraints of the power of the contract, Old Vern could not tell this secret at all.
However, as luck would have it, on his way to the orc tribe, he accidentally saw someone on the World Channel mentioning tips on how to bypass the contract.
He was so excited that he quickly wrote it down secretly.
"This is your salary. Go and come back quickly. You must report back on time tomorrow afternoon!"
Another week of visiting relatives.
"Yes, sir."
After Old Fern nodded and bowed to receive his salary from the housekeeper, he hurriedly left the secret residence of Count Boyce.
Old Fern, who had just walked out of the mansion, suddenly stopped and felt in a trance.
He had only disappeared for a week, but the changes in the city made him feel unfamiliar.
There were many bicycles and tricycles on the streets.
These novelties always attract children to stop and watch.
The streets became colorful.
Old Fern walked for several steps before he realized that many pedestrians' clothes had become beautiful.
You know, the streets used to be always gray.
Only aristocratic men can afford such brightly colored and gorgeous clothes.
How is this going
Could it be that during the time he disappeared, the Internet had become popular and everyone was making money
In other words, I was tricked by Count Boyce
Old Vern's face darkened.
However, after careful observation, he rejected this idea.
—On the street, not a single pedestrian turned on the Internet.
If the Internet is really popular, this situation will be too weird.
Old Fern was thinking as he hurried home. When he passed a cloth store, the crowd queuing in front attracted his attention.
"What's going on? The price of cloth has dropped?"
Old Vern asked the person at the end of the queue, thinking that if the price dropped, he could buy one for his wife while he had money.
She had long complained that she hadn't worn new clothes in several years.
"What's the price reduction? It's still the same price, 98 coppers per horse!" the person in line said casually.
"What? What did you say? 98 coppers? No... wasn't it more than 200 coppers before?" Old Fern looked shocked.
"More than two hundred? Are you not a local? These were the prices a week ago, didn't you know? The price of cloth has been reduced by Lord Boyce out of his kindness!"
Old Fern was stunned. Intuitively, he felt that there was something fishy about this matter, but he didn't know where it was.
He thought for a long time and decided to go in and take a look.
Maybe the fabric is too poor.
When he stepped into the cloth shop and touched 98 pieces of cloth, he was stunned.
These pieces of cloth cannot be said to be good fabrics.
However, it's not bad, much better than low-grade fabrics.
The most important thing is that the texture of the fabric is very fine and regular, and it looks like the fabric woven by the most skilled weaver girl.
This kind of fabric is at least mid-range.
The question is, how can this fabric be sold so cheaply
Old Vern couldn't figure it out.
However, he still bought two horses and planned to take them to his wife.
His family lives outside the city, a bit far away from home, and it takes too long to walk back.
He simply got on a flat-bed ox cart and relied on the eloquence he had honed in his mercenary career to easily reduce the cost of traveling from five coppers to four coppers.
Then he swayed on a cart and rushed home.
On the way, Old Fern intentionally or unintentionally talked about the changes in the city.
The old man driving the car also knew this but didn't know why.
It’s just that people are saying that it’s Mr. Count Boyce who is showing great kindness!
However, when talking about this, the uncle sighed: "Mr. Boyce has a kind heart, but the weaver girls from all over the country are in misery! Originally, the cloth could not be sold at a good price, and all the money earned was hard-earned money. Now it's better Everyone’s cloth can’t be sold. If you sell it at a discount, you’re losing money! How many people still spin their threads on credit? Tell me, isn’t this costing lives!”
Old Vern was stunned.
The uncle sighed again: "Now that no one is weaving, what should the Weaver Girl do? She can only compete with other people for work. Now the laundry work has cost one copper and two pieces of clothing. Everyone is still rushing to do it, and they are slow. You can’t even grab it.”
"The Widow Marui from our village used to be famous for her weaving skills. Now she doesn't weave anymore. She went with others to collect night incense, but she never came back. People who came back said she was attracted by people in the city. .”
"What are you looking at? I think she was probably beaten with a stick. Some gangsters in the village said they saw her at the entrance of the kiln. I don't know if she was just a fool."
While the old man was chattering, the bullock cart drove to the fork in the road at the edge of the village.
It's time to get off.
Old Vern was silent for a moment, and finally counted out five copper coins from his purse and handed them over.
This copper is easy for him to earn, but not for the old man.
Back home, the old house remains the same.
His wife was surprised and happy when she saw him coming back. She was so frightened that she wiped away tears, saying that she thought she had been taken over by an enemy seeking revenge.
If her son hadn't become a knight's retinue and had roots here, she would have almost planned to move.
Old Fern didn't know how to comfort his wife, so he could only pretend to be calm and calm.
As for the cloth he brought back, his wife, as expected, scolded him for spending money frivolously.
However, seeing how she continued to measure the new cloth afterwards and even took out some old clothes to make gestures, Old Fern knew that she was still happy in her heart.
The family of three spent the dinner while Old Fern's daughter-in-law happily planned how to use the new cloth.
After dinner, Old Fern called his son, stared into his eyes, and said solemnly: "If you have the opportunity to become a mage master, would you be willing?"
Little Fern was stunned.