For a poor person, one thousand five hundred gold coins is a huge amount of money that is difficult to earn in ten lifetimes. But for a wizard, this is really not a lot of money.
Powell and Johnson only sold about twenty bottles of magic potion. The store came with a wooden suitcase with suitable grooves inside, padded with sheepskin, and the glass bottles were stuffed inside and pressed tightly to ensure as much as possible
Collision damage.
It took a whole morning to inspect the entire transaction, and Powell and Johnson were shaking when they came out. As long as they returned the goods in this box, they would earn at least three thousand gold coins.
"Why are the magic materials in Cold Wind City so cheap?"
When Johnson walked out of the store, he still felt incredible. He was an illusionist, and casting spells required expensive materials. Just a comparison showed that the profit was astonishingly huge.
"Don't worry about it. Let's go back today. If we hurry up, we can get back to the Banshee Castle in four or five days. Let's get the money first." Powell was even more anxious and just wanted to make money.
The carriage from Coldwind City to Dense Fog Town runs every morning and evening, but it is impossible to leave at noon. The two of them bought the tickets first, and then stored the suitcases containing the medicine in the material store. They decided to have a meal and go shopping.
A visit to Cold Wind City.
"Victor Hugo really spent a lot of effort on this city." Powell said with emotion as he walked in the square market in the city center and faced the dazzling array of products.
"The city was not so clean before. The vendors who set up stalls were always dodgy. The smell of feces and urine was always wafting on the streets. Not only were people defecating everywhere, but the animals pulling the carts were also defecating everywhere."
A horse-drawn carriage passed by the square, pulling in boxes of goods. It was mandatory to hang horse manure bags on the horses' buttocks. This simple move saved many health hazards.
As for people, there are toilets at the four corners of the square, and patrolling urban management personnel move back and forth to ensure hygiene and order.
Powell has passed by the square in the city center countless times, which is the face of the Long-Legs family. After all, there must always be a nice place in the city to welcome foreign guests and hold festive ceremonies.
Even in such a place, the corners are filled with garbage and sewage. Every time a big shot comes, the Inspection Office will temporarily send people to fill in some fine sand to make the scene more beautiful. Normally, they don't care at all.
Now the floor of the square has been re-tiled, the garbage in the corners has been cleared, and the narrow road has been widened into a two-way two-lane. The area of the square has been expanded four times, and the space instantly feels open.
The surrounding buildings have been cleared, and the new houses built urgently are generally built with three floors. The building materials are temporarily made of wood. In the future, if the money is available, they will be replaced with stone, and they will be built with "fossil mud" to build five or more floors.
"This is indeed much more grand than before." Powell reluctantly admitted this. All the buildings are brand new, the new regime has a new atmosphere, and by the way, many employment problems have been solved.
There were several newly opened restaurants near the square, providing simple food. Powell saw many familiar faces, all of whom were family cooks of the nobility in the past, but now serve ordinary people.
"Want to try it?" Powell suggested.
Johnson shook his head, "I'd better go to the Wizard's Tower and have a look. There should be more exquisite food there. Sitting with vulgar coolies and small businessmen would make me feel uncomfortable."
The two had their own plans, so they separated temporarily and agreed to return to the square before leaving in the afternoon. Powell walked into a restaurant near the square. The cook recognized him and came out to say hello.
"Powell, you are still alive?" The cook was from the Longlegs 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 secret agent and the cook were actually not familiar with each other in the past, but now things have changed, and the few similar experiences in the past have only strengthened the relationship between the two parties.
"The newspaper in the city said that Phils Longlegs died in Banshee Castle. Is that true?"
"Yes, he died miserably, and I even collected his body."
"So there is no longer any long-legged family?"
"It's gone. It was gone half a year ago. The Butchi family swallowed up the remnants of the Long Legs family."
"It's the same with us. Old Bank surrendered to Lord Hugo, and no one dared to resist. I didn't expect that in just one and a half years, the Long-Legs family that had occupied Cold Wind City for decades would be gone.
Last year, I was thinking about how to introduce my two sons to Phils and Long Legs so that they could take over my job one day. I didn’t expect that Phils would die before me.”
"It's all the same. Last year I also thought that no matter how unlucky the Long-Leggs family was, they would always be able to fight back with the support of the Banshee Castle. The result..."
The cook can also be regarded as a vassal of the nobles, a vested interest in the past. Without the nobles, he felt a little sad. But Powell asked him if he still missed the past, and he shook his head...
"No one misses the past, and those who miss it have been eliminated." The cook shook his head and said, "It's not surprising that the Long-Legs family lost. Your Excellency Hugo is too strong.
Look at how much this city has changed. What the Longlegs have not been able to do in the past few decades, Lord Hugo has been able to do it in just one year of ruling Cold Wind City."
The cook's expression was indescribable. He seemed very depressed and melancholy, but also had some kind of new life.
"Slaves can walk freely on the streets, tenants do not need to pay heavy taxes, women can show their faces freely, and all the gangsters and bullies in the city have been dealt with. The inspection office will no longer arrest people randomly, but will help those in the territory
residents.
Even opening a restaurant is very simple for me. I don’t need to worry about someone suddenly closing my door. Now there are more than 100, 200,000 people inside and outside the city who fanatically worship the lord. His words are more effective than gods.
Lord Hugo kept promoting and promoting his new policy. He said that women can only get married when they are eighteen years old. In the past, if anyone said such things, no one would pay attention to them. Even Phils. It is useless to give orders with long legs.
Causing 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 later and having children.
At the beginning, everyone was resistant. But after half a year of talking, everyone recognized the lord's will. Many friends I know who were planning to marry their daughters this year have all postponed it.
There are real penalties for flagrant disobedience.
You don't understand how terrible this is. The lord said he wanted to build roads, so he built them. He said he wanted to renew the city, so he renewed it. He said he wanted to reclaim farmland, so he reclaimed it. He said he wanted to dig ditches, so he dug them.
Everything the lord wanted to do has come true. He even took in the kobolds, gave them high salaries, and did not allow anyone to bully them. In fact, everyone was worried that the city would become unrecognizable.
But so far, so good.”
The cook is very helpless. He has lost the power he used to rely on the power of the long-legged family, but his life is indeed better. At most, the lower classes and even foreign races are 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 mind was buzzing. The general trend was like this, and it was not possible to resist if you wanted to. He didn't know what else he wanted to ask. At most, it was something like, 'Is there enough food to eat now?'
The cook nodded and smiled bitterly: "In the past, people froze to death and starved to death every winter, but this year it is rare. The refugees who come from other places can have hot porridge and a warm house to live in.
If you come back next year, the city will definitely look different. That’s why I say that the Long-Legs family did not lose unfairly. No one is a match for Sir Hugo. He is simply too strong."
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