Soft wind, drizzle, mixed with melted snow water quietly soaked into the fields outside the city. Since the destruction of the Magic Rock in the dark forest, people have never heard the news of beastmen attacking hunters. The peaceful and safe living environment makes
Blackhammer Castle has ushered in a short but precious development time.
Butler Muros stood by the window, touching the thick notebook and looking at the people coming and going downstairs. He could be sure that this was the most stable period in the history of Blackhammer Castle. The number of civilians was increasing.
Jobs are also growing, with mines requiring more workers and civilian labor needed for road and repair and dock expansion.
After meeting the basic needs of food and clothing, farmers began to try to plant other crops, such as barley, wheat, etc. At the same time, the market gradually prospered, just as Laheim planned, the goods traded in the market expanded from the original single variety to
A variety of goods. As long as they are not as dangerous as sub-raw stones, all goods can be traded here.
It was also the first time that the dock of Blackhammer Castle welcomed a merchant ship from Bretonnia... For the first time, the residents saw the spices mentioned by their lord. Yes, spices and brocades from the far east. But this
It is definitely not a direct route. Before arriving at the northern border of Kislev, these goods have changed hands many times, and many middlemen have made trade differences from it.
When they arrived at Black Hammer Castle, a little bit of pepper and essence was sold for a sky-high price... Of course, the merchants were not stupid. They knew that there couldn't be many rich people in a remote place like Black Hammer Castle, and it couldn't be that big.
In the consumer market, a very small amount of spices are prepared, and they are basically supplied to the only nobles in the city, the Laheim family.
Yeskovitch entered Blackhammer Castle at dusk. He was wearing a coat made of leaves and fur, holding a twisted vine cane in his hand, and a brown bearskin cloak hung naturally on the
His shoulders drooped down to his calves. Since he was rushing down from the north, he had no time to care about his own image, and no one gave him a shave or haircut on the way. Thick beards grew around his mouth. One pile at a time.
As messy as autumn weeds. His strange appearance attracted the attention of many passers-by on the street. However, he paid no attention to the curious glances of passers-by.
Before it got completely dark, Yeskovic found a relatively simple-looking hotel. The simple wooden door had no decoration, and the hotel's signboard looked tattered, like this hotel's.
The wooden plaque made by the owner himself has the words "France's Tavern" written on it.
This is a two-story hut located in an inconspicuous location in the town. Opposite is the Salak Monastery, where the poor gather. Yeskovitch knows that this is the case around the Salak Monastery.
, Priestesses often helped poor civilians, so over time, a large number of poor civilians gathered around the monastery.
"One piece of bread, one piece of cheese, and a bag of potatoes for me. Thank you."
Walking into the tavern, Yeskovic ordered some simple food for himself. As an Esun shaman, he did not have high requirements for food. In other words, he had been alone for many years and stayed away from human society.
There is not much money to pay for the food.
Esun shamans are a very mysterious profession in the eyes of the outside world. Few people have seen them. It is said that these people are the sons of the forest. They are in close harmony with nature and are almost integrated with the forest. Legend has it that they can hear voices.
They understand the language of animals, communicate with plants, and can transform into beasts when necessary. Therefore, they have another title - beast wizards.
However, it doesn’t matter what he looks like to the outside world. The reason why Yeskovich came to Blackhammer Castle was not to return to human society, but to perform a task that he considered very important——
Rhodes, the chosen one who assisted Esun. One month ago, as the shaman of Esun, he received the oracle from the bear god, asking him to go south to find the powerful human warrior, assist him in completing the difficulties before him, and when necessary
protect him and ensure his safety.
Yeskovitch's belief in Esun was devout. When he was eighteen years old, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the practice of shamanism. After twenty years, he rarely received Esun's oracle directly.
Not long ago, the bear god Esun personally appeared to him and asked him to go south to carry out this important task. Without thinking much, Yeskovitch packed his luggage and headed south from the northern wilderness that night.
Looking for the chosen one whom I have never met.
The environment of the tavern is very warm, and there is a burning fire in the fireplace, which continuously provides warmth to the house. This kind of warmth makes Yeskovitch feel very uncomfortable. For the past twenty years, he has been living in the wilderness.
During this time, simple leaves and animal skins were his tools to keep warm. He rarely lit a fire. When it was really cold, he would kneel down and pray to the Bear God. At this time, Esun would always give him the strength to survive.
Difficulties. Although it did not appear directly, it was enough to strengthen his faith.
Rhodes... Who is Rhodes? He has no idea at all. He has been alone in the forest and wilderness for many years, so he has never even heard of Rhodes' deeds. In fact, the north is so big that, except for the base
There is also a large wasteland in Sreif, and not everyone can hear about those deeds. For people living in the troll country, the appearance of a chosen one is not big news.
Yeskovitch sat in the corner, and the maid of the tavern quickly brought the food. The dry and hard bread, with a faint musty smell of cheese, but Yeskovitch didn't care. When the maid just brought the food,
When the time came, he grabbed those things and wolfed them down.
"Look, who's here? A handsome man in fine clothes."
Just as Yeskovitch was sitting in his seat enjoying the "meal", several scantily clad middle-aged women suddenly came behind him. As soon as they came over, they sat opposite and beside Yeskovitch.
Next to him, he used slightly provocative words to chat up the uncle in front of him. It can be said that at first glance, Yeskovitch is a strange man with an ugly appearance. His wild dress makes him look more like a savage than a wild man.
People in the civilized world. But prostitutes don't care. What they are interested in is the pocket of the man in front of them.
When Rhodes developed Blackhammer Castle, he did not prohibit the development of the service industry, especially places like brothels. In the society of the previous life, it was expressly prohibited. However, here, it is indeed legal. People in the medieval world
Life has always been hard, and you don’t know what will happen tomorrow. Maybe you live well today, but you will be killed and eaten by some monsters tomorrow, or you will get sick and die.
Therefore, drinking today and getting drunk the next was the living situation of many human beings in the medieval world. Things like brothels have their own soil suitable for growing here, and even if they are banned, they cannot be banned.
The women with heavy makeup in front of him were people who specialized in this industry, but in the face of their temptations, Yeskovitch chose to ignore them. He stopped several women from tasting his food, but stuffed them into
In his stomach, he grabbed the water bottle on the table and drank the full bottle of water in one go. It made a gurgling sound.
Several red-haired girls were obviously dissatisfied, but they still joined in for money. They knew that rich people would not look down on them because of their beauty, so they could only go to the civilian areas to earn money from the poor... although it was not much.
, but it’s better than not having a job.
But they chose the wrong person, and Yeskovitch looked impatient.
"I'm looking for Rhodes, the owner of this castle. Do you know where he is?"
He opened his mouth to ask. But how could a few ignorant prostitutes know the whereabouts of the Lord of Blackhammer Castle? They were only looking at the travelers' wallets.
"Rhode? Who is he? Is he a handsome man like you?"
A woman who looked to be about the same age as Yeskovitch came up to her. She had two lumps of fat hanging on her chest. She put one hand on Yeskovitch's shoulder and her eyes were blurred.
However, Yeskovitch simply and rudely refused.
"You'd better not touch me. Tell me where Rhodes is?"
Esun Shaman stared at the woman and asked. Several fresh green branches crawled out from his weird cane and tied the woman's neck. The scene in front of them shocked several prostitutes who were looking for a living. They
He screamed and ran away, while the woman whose neck was tied had a look of fear on her face.
"I don't know... I really don't know... I heard that the lord went south two months ago. I really don't know where he went..."
She struggled to answer. Before the hotel owner noticed the situation, Yeskovitch let go of his cane, and the green branches slowly released from the woman's neck...