Chapter 146： Dumping and change

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The currency of the Caman United nations is still worthless, and the noble lords of Caman don’t know;

But they know that Kervi's currency is really valuable!

Especially the virtual currency on the Internet Bank is more valuable! If you leave it there, you can increase the interest rate every day, and money makes money.

Waving these virtual currencies, you can buy almost everything you want in Vias.

Even source quality!

In this case, almost no nobleman can endure the temptation of profit.

Almost all of them secretly formed a team and poured into the [Conquest of the Second Plane].

Or conquer Caesar Dumu, plunder wealth;

Or hunt and kill the green-skinned orcs to exchange elemental quality.

Old Fern is one of the members of the gold-making team formed by the Grand Duchy of Greg, Earl Bayes!

He was born as a mercenary, and after he was old and weak, and weak, he had to disarm and return to the field.

It was at this time that Earl Bayes' people suddenly came to him secretly and said they wanted to recruit him.

After choosing between a bag of silver coins and death threats, 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 rebel.

When Old Fern stepped into the secret mansion of Earl Boyce and received the mithril ring engraved with interconnected magic, he was dumbfounded!

There is such a magical magic in this world?

It has no power, but it is stronger than any power!

If he could obtain interconnected magic when he was young, he was sure that his achievements would be more than just this point!

His life will definitely be better!

But why doesn't he know?

You know, he is not a farmer who has lived in one place for a lifetime, he is an experienced mercenary who travels north and south!

Don't think about it!

It must be the **** nobles, hiding them!

That's right!

It must be so!

Old Fern thought to himself, and hated it.

In the days that followed, he helped Earl Beys hunt down the orcs to earn merit points, while secretly thinking about how to tell his son the interconnected magic.

That's how he has been in his life.

But he didn't want to see his son repeat his old ways.

Earl Boyce is very smart, he has signed a contract with everyone.

The contract stipulates that the secrets of the Internet are not allowed to be disclosed to anyone.

Under the constraints of contract power, Old Fern couldn't tell this secret at all.

However, it is also coincidental that he accidentally saw some tips on how to bypass the contract on the World Channel while rushing to the orc tribe.

He was so excited that he quickly wrote it down secretly.

"This is your salary. Go and get back quickly. You must come back on time tomorrow afternoon to report!"

It's another week to visit relatives.

"Yes, sir."

After Old Fern nodded and bowed to receive his salary from the master housekeeper, he hurriedly left from the secret mansion of Earl Beys.

Old Fern, who had just walked out of the mansion, suddenly stopped, trance.

It had only disappeared for a week, and the changes in the city made him feel like he didn't recognize it.

Many bicycles and tricycles appeared on the streets.

These novelties always attract young children to stop and watch.

The streets became colorful.

Old Fern took a few steps before he realized that it turned out that many pedestrian clothes had become beautiful.

You know, the streets used to be gray.

This colorful and gorgeous clothes can only be enjoyed by aristocratic masters.

How is this going?

Is it possible that during the time he disappeared, the Internet has become popular and everyone has made money?

In other words, I was pitted by Earl Boyce?

Old Fern's face darkened.

However, after careful observation, he denied this idea.

——On the street, no pedestrian turns on the Internet.

If the Internet is really widespread, this situation would be too weird.

As Old Fern thought, he hurried to his home. When passing by a cloth shop, the crowd in front of the door attracted his attention.

"What's going on? The cloth price has dropped?"

Old Fern grabbed one person at the end of the line and asked, thinking that if the price is reduced, he would just buy a horse for his wife while having money in his hand.

She had been talking about not wearing new clothes for a few years.

"What's the price drop, it's still the same price, 98 copper a horse!" the line-up person said casually.

"What? What are you talking about? 98 coppers? No... wasn't it more than two hundred coppers before?" Old Fern looked astonished.

"More than two hundred? You're not a local? These are the prices a week ago, don't you know? Master Earl Beys showed kindness, and the price of cloth has been reduced!"

Old Fern was stunned. Instinctively, he thought this matter was tricky, but he didn't know where the tricks were?

He pondered for a long time and decided to go in and take a look.

Maybe the fabric is too bad.

When he stepped into the cloth shop and touched 98 pieces of fabric, he was stunned.

These cloths are not good ones.

However, it is not bad, much better than low-end 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 sell so cheaply?

Old Fern couldn't figure it out.

However, he still bought two horses and prepared to bring them to his wife.

His family lives outside the city, a bit far from home, and it takes too long to walk home.

He simply got on a bullock cart for pulling goods, and with the eloquence he had cultivated through his career as a mercenary, he easily smashed the road capital of five coppers to four.

Then he swayed in the cart and rushed to the house.

On the way, Old Fern talked about changes in the city intentionally or unintentionally.

The old man who drove the car knew it but didn't know why.

It’s just that people say it’s the Lord Earl Boyce who is showing kindness!

However, when it comes to this, the uncle sighed: "Master Baisi has shown kindness, and the Weaver Girl in the ten miles and eight villages is miserable! Originally, the cloth could not be sold at a good price, and the money was all hard money. Now it is good. Now, everyone’s cloth can’t be sold. Selling at a discount ~ www.novelhall.com~ That’s a loss! How many people’s spinning yarns are still on credit? Tell me, it’s not killing people!"

Old Fern was stunned.

The uncle sighed again: "There is no one to weave now, what about the Weaver Girl? I can only fight for work with other people. Now the laundry has fallen into two pieces of clothes, and everyone is still rushing to do it, and the hands are slow. I can't get it."

"The widow Marui in our village originally knitting by one hand was famous in the towns and villages, but now she doesn’t knit anymore. She went to pick up the night incense, but she never returned. When she came back, people said she was attracted by the city people. ."

"What's the matter? I think it's probably because of someone knocking on a stick. Some folks in the village said that they had seen her in the kiln, and I didn't know if they were blindfolded.

While the old man was talking, the ox cart drove to the fork in the village.

Time to get off.

Old Fern was silent for a moment, and finally counted five coppers from the purse and handed them over.

This copper, he is easy to earn, but the old man is not easy to earn.

Back home, the old house remains the same.

When his wife saw him coming back, she was surprised and delighted, she wiped her tears with horror, saying that she thought she had been touched by the enemy's revenge.

If it hadn't been for her son to have become a knight's retinue, and the roots were 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 gentle.

Regarding the cloth he brought back, his wife did not accidentally blame him for spending money indiscriminately.

However, seeing her constantly measuring the new cloth afterwards, and showing some old clothes to make gestures, Old Fern knew that she was still happy in her heart.

The family of three spent dinner in the old Fern’s wife happily planning how to use the new cloth.

After eating, Old Fern called his son, stared into his eyes, and said solemnly: "If you have a chance to become a master, would you like it?"

Little Fern was startled.