Chapter 1: Ayla's One Hundred Styles of Swordsmanship (1)
A carriage was driving staggeringly on a wide stone road. It was winter, and there was a thick layer of snow on both sides of the road. Fortunately, there was only a thin layer of snow on the stone road, which allowed the carriage to pass.
Go smoothly.Lan
The driver who was driving the carriage waved his whip in the air with some reluctance. A cold wind blew in his face, freezing his face even stiffer than the stones on the ground.
"Brother, I don't understand why you have to come to Sweden." The coachman complained, "It's cold and desolate here. It's much more comfortable to go to any city in the Alemannic Federation than here."
A man's voice came from the car: "Desolate? Look at the road below you. Even four carriages can run parallel on this stone road. There is snow on the side of the road, but not on the road, which means there are a lot of cars and horses coming and going here.
If you look carefully, this stone road is curved, with the middle significantly higher than the surrounding area. There are drainage ditches on both sides, so there is no water on the road. Which city in Alemany have you seen such a road?
I think even Île-de-France is a rural town compared to here."
These two are brothers. The driver of the carriage is his younger brother, named Baral; the one sitting in the carriage is his older brother, named Ural. Not long ago, they were doing thievery in Alemany. But Ural knew
This kind of livelihood did not last long. After having a small amount of savings, he and his brother discussed it for a while and finally decided to quit and go into serious business.
Barral looked around for a while: "Really. When did these pirates have such technology and financial resources?"
"Don't underestimate them. One-third of the sulfonamides currently on the market come from Sweden. Although the formula of this thing is public, only a skilled alchemist can successfully make it. Alchemist
Most of them are scammers. After the disappearance of the island republic, only Sweden now has a formal alchemy academy. Nowadays, major chambers of commerce around the world are rushing to recruit graduates from the academy, and the annual salary is at least 30 nomisma.
!”
"So much?" Barral stuck out his tongue, "In order to get this salary, what kind of things should we steal!" Lan
"This is still the current price. The Black Death is spreading more and more widely, and I heard that there are also patients in the Tianfang Empire. The demand for sulfa will only increase in the future. I made a rough calculation, and our savings
It’s enough for us to graduate from the academy. By then we will no longer be thieves, but serious alchemists!”
"Brother, do you want to go to school? Can the school accept us?" Barral said, "When the island republic was still there, I heard that the alchemy academy was very difficult to enter, and many alchemists were turned away.
Outside."
"No problem, I've already inquired about it. Foreigners can enroll as long as they pay money. The Alchemy Academy of the Island Republic is for exchanges with alchemists who have already entered the industry. We can't learn anything even if we enter the school. Sweden's Alchemy Academy
This is taught from the basics. We may not be able to enter the advanced and intermediate classes, but as long as we graduate from the junior class, it is still no problem to make a sulfonamide."
Barral suddenly became energetic: "If you can really get thirty Nomisma every year, just freeze it for as many years as you want! I can also endure hardships. Brother, sit tight, I'm going to speed up!"
Having a goal brings motivation. Looking back at the frightening days when he was a thief, and then imagining the bright future after becoming an alchemist, Baral's hand suddenly became stronger in swinging the riding crop.
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Just as the carriage was speeding, a girl's energetic voice suddenly came from the bushes on the side of the road: "Where else do you want to escape! Just admit defeat!"
Just listening to these words, the girl seemed to be fighting with someone. But Balal and Ural did not hear any other people's voices, nor did they hear the collision of weapons. They only heard a sheep saying "咩"
"Bah!" cried out. Soon, the sheep rushed out of the bushes on the roadside, and then the girl swooped out from the bushes, hugged the sheep's back, and struggled with it.
Barral hurriedly stopped the horse. He saw the girl using the force of the pounce to flip the sheep to the ground, but soon, the sheep pulled the girl up again. The girl was unwilling to give in, gritted her teeth, and tried to eat
The force of milking once again pushed the sheep to the ground. But the sheep was not willing to accept it. It screamed "baaaa" and used the force of eating grass to turn its body back again. Both sides fell over all at once, and then again.
The child climbed up and rolled on the road like a ball.
Balal was stunned when he saw it. He didn't know for a moment whether to call these northern barbarians a tough folk custom or a ferocious folk custom. To say that the folk customs were tough, even such a little girl dared to go out to hunt alone;
It's unbearable. How can anyone deal with a sheep so hard?
Ural stuck his head out of the carriage, took a look, and couldn't help but whistle: "This sheep is good, and I will save money for tonight's meal. Baral, do it!"
Baral nodded and took out a throwing knife from the back of the seat. When the sheep stood up again, he quickly threw the throwing knife towards the sheep's head. Although the throwing knife was small,
But Balal is a "self" level magician, protected by Ares. With the help of magic, the flying knife completely sank into the sheep's head. The sheep's body immediately fell to the ground, never to be seen again.
Can't get up.
Unexpectedly, the girl exclaimed: "My sheep!" She lay on the sheep, grabbed the sheep's head and shook it for a long time. After confirming that the sheep was hopeless, she stood up angrily and rushed
Looking at Balal and Ural, he shouted: "Why do you want to kill my sheep?"
"Your sheep? How do you prove it?" Ural shrugged. "It is standing on the side of the road. It is not in the sheepfold. There is no rope around its neck. It doesn't even listen to you. Now he is killed by us.
Yes, isn’t that ours?”
"Of course it's my sheep!" The girl raised a sheep's hoof and showed it to Ural. "Look, it has my name written on it! You pay me for it!"
"I'm illiterate, get out of here." Balal pushed the girl away, picked up the sheep and loaded it on the carriage. The girl ran over and tried to stop her, but Balal pushed her away and the girl fell to the ground.
By the time the girl got up, Balal had already loaded the sheep onto the carriage and left, waving his whip.
"This is robbery!" The girl hid her feet angrily behind the carriage. "If you have the ability, go to Gotland and wait! After I get the crowbar, I will beat you one by one until you kneel down and beg for mercy!"
Barral couldn't help laughing: "Brother, she said she would beat us until we kneel down and beg for mercy."
"Ignore her." Ural lifted the hoof of the sheep that was loaded onto the carriage and looked at the words on it carefully. "It is really written. Although I can't understand what is written, it is probably that.
A girl’s sheep.”
"Then what should we do? Give it back to her?" Barral asked. He still remembered that Ural had said not long ago that he wanted to wash his hands in a golden basin.
Ural shook his head: "No, just treat it as the last vote. After this, you have to be a good person." Lan
"I know you are reluctant to part with this mutton, brother." Baral chuckled, and his whip-wielding hand became stronger.
