Blue Dragon Emperor: Lord of Thunder

Chapter 94 The Land of Hope
A huge caravan came from the east and headed for the western border of the Principality of Bolun.

There are more than 500 people in this caravan, all of which are large carriages hauled by giant draft horses. The carriages are full of commodities that are currently in short supply in the Principality of Bolun.

The Principality of Polon, which has just experienced the war, is like a patient covered in scars, hungry for all resources that are conducive to the recovery of injuries.

In front of the caravan, on a carriage pulled by two giant drawhorses, a rich middle-aged man in a silk robe and a gold ring lifted a corner of the cloth covering the goods and confirmed that the goods under the cloth were not damaged. Damp from previous rainfall.

At his beckoning, a young man jumped out of the carriage and came over, neatly retying the rope on the cloth to the frame of the carriage.

Tightening the knotted rope, the young man said dissatisfiedly, "Uncle Dowler, why did we come to such a ghostly place? My ass is almost getting sores."

The rich, middle-aged man Dao Le snorted and said, "What do you know? This is the guidance of the priest of the God of Commerce. There are potential business opportunities in the western border of the Principality of Polun! Marin, you must learn to listen to the will of God !"

The god of commerce and wealth, Kou Kelan, is in charge of transactions and money. Merchants, thieves, adventurers, and anyone who wants to make a fortune may believe in this god, at least when they desire a sum of money, they will praise him to some extent name.

There is no doubt that businessmen chant His name far more than other people, and some businessmen are even His fanatics.

His priests usually get generous donations and donations from these businessmen and believers, which are used to make his statues and temples magnificent.

"What kind of priest, that's obviously a damned liar." Marin murmured softly, "You listened to him before and took all the money in your hand to buy salt and cotton cloth, but they piled up in the warehouse and didn't sell them for half a year. go."

From time to time, someone pretends to be the priest of the God of Commerce and Wealth, to deceive small businessmen, say some weird and confusing business operations, and then defraud business consulting fees.

Marin can be sure that guy is a liar pretending to be a priest of the god of commerce. He even made Cole Curran's holy emblem with cheap pig iron, and only painted a layer of low-quality yellow dye on it, which can't pretend to be gold at all. .

Speaking of this, Dowler laughed triumphantly: "Isn't it sold now? And before the start of the Polonian War, when the price of salt and cotton cloth was the lowest, I bought it, but now I can sell it at a high price!"

Marin wanted to refute, but couldn't find a reason to refute Dao Le, so he could only say sullenly: "That can also be sold directly in the capital of Bo Lun, so there is no need to go to the west."

"Hmph, the merchants from Lamington are all running to the capital of the King of Bolun. How many commodities have been consumed in the capital of the King of Bolun? In the end, they are not able to sell them in order to lower the price."

Dowler said with a smile: "The western region is different. Now no one is willing to come to the furthest western region. No one competes with us. Our goods can be sold at a higher price here!"

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After more than ten days, the caravan almost reached the westernmost edge of the western border.

Along the way, Dowler already knew that this place was assigned to a blue dragon by the Grand Duke of Bolun. At first, he was terrified, fearing that the blue dragon would snatch the caravan's goods.

But later he discovered that the Lord Hall who worked for the blue dragon lord was very talkative, and bought some supplies at the price he gave, and there was no snatching, lower prices, or forced buying and selling.

This reassured Dowler a lot, so he dared to walk towards the most prosperous Black Stone Town that the staff of the Lord's Hall said.

Dao Le finally saw the edge of Black Stone Town, and the caravan entered Black Stone Town in the middle of the afternoon.

Seeing a large number of houses under construction, and those civilians who are working, their faces are full of satisfaction and joy, and Dowler is slightly stunned.

Unlike the Eastern Territory, which was devastated by the war and was devastated by the war, and the King of Bolun, who still had numbness and grief on the faces of the civilians, there was no sign of being affected by the flames of war. If someone who didn't know came here, he might think Here is a prosperous city-state expanding somewhere.

Busy civilians hurried past the caravan, looking curiously at this caravan, which was different from the local merchants in Bolun, but no one stopped to chat with them.

Leaving the caravan to stay outside the city, Dowler walked into the town with a few entourages and set foot on the already built block, the surprise on his face became more obvious.

These streets were built wide enough to accommodate six horse-drawn carriages abreast.

The road is paved with stone bricks, not like a small town in the countryside, dirty and muddy.The houses on both sides of the road are all newly built three-story stone brick houses, which look neat and full of civilized atmosphere.

Along the way, Dowler deliberately avoided being under the windows of the house, and was even more surprised to find that no one poured excrement directly from the window, and there was no trace of dirty feces and urine on the ground, making the street look clean comfortable.

"It looks even better than King Bolun."

Dowler rejoiced, the better off the civilians here were, the easier it would be for his goods to sell.

Doler, who was in joy, suddenly saw a group of small armored monsters coming around the corner ahead, and he subconsciously wanted to avoid these evil kobolds.

This abnormal behavior immediately attracted the attention of the kobold patrol team. They stepped forward to question Dowler and the others, and left after confirming that there was no problem.

Dowler watched the back of the kobold patrol team leaving, and stuffed the few silver coins he had taken out back into his pocket, with a feeling of emotion.

This was the first time he encountered guards who would not blackmail a businessman who was obviously from out of town, even the silver coins he offered to send were rejected.

He had never seen such discipline in humans, whether it was in the Duchy of Boren or the Duchy of Lamington.

After spending three copper coins to find a passerby to ask the way to the Lord's Hall, Dowler decided to find a place to fill his stomach first.

According to his previous experience in dealing with the Lord's Hall, it is about time for the staff of the Lord's Hall to rest and eat, but after the meal, they will continue to work until seven o'clock in the evening.

He could have a full meal and rest for a while, allowing himself to meet the officials working in the Lord's Hall with dignity.

"Huh? What is this place?"

While looking for food, everyone passed by a vast manor, which was surrounded by a wall as tall as a person, so they couldn't see what was inside.

At the gate of the manor, children between the ages of five and six to eleven or twelve kept pouring out.

The cloth bags carried by those children contained books.

"Every child has several books!" Dowler was beyond shocked.

Having sold paper and ink, he knows how expensive knowledge is, so it is even more difficult to imagine how these children who are clearly dressed as civilians can have so many books.

After some inquiring, Dowler found out that these books were issued by the Lord's Hall, and these children were also required by the Lord's Hall to enter the "school" to study.

I found a restaurant opposite the "school". While cutting the deer ribs in front of him, Dowler looked out the window at the civilians who walked into the "school" one after another.

Those are ordinary people who voluntarily go to the "school" to learn knowledge after a day's work. People in Heishi Town call this "going to night school".

Knowledge is so easily taught to commoners, and those who are willing to learn can get better jobs by virtue of their literacy and numeracy.

Dowler recalled that when he was a child, his father spent two gold coins to allow him to learn calculation from the baron butler in the town, so that he could enter the caravan and become an apprentice in bookkeeping, and then he became the businessman Dowler.

But his father died of a mild cold infection because he had exhausted his family savings and had no money for medical treatment.

Putting the soft and tender stewed venison into his mouth, Dowler's eyes were reddish, he chewed to hide his choked voice, and said with emotion: "It's really a land full of hope."

(End of this chapter)