Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 270 Wings
"what is this?"

"It's Lord Luo Yaguogan."

The demi-human girl rubbed the hem of her clothes, lowered her head, and peered anxiously at the man across the stall. The man picked out one from the pile of dried fruits, brought it close to his eyes, squinted for a moment, and then slowly threw it into his mouth. Chew it up and swallow it.

That must be a knight, she thought.

Although he was neither wearing a helmet nor any kind of heraldic emblem that symbolized his status, the sword that was as tall as half a man was not something that ordinary people could carry.

What's more, the man has a hidden momentum, a lion-like momentum that doesn't need to be majestic, but is always shocking.

"Are you dissatisfied with these?" The girl suppressed her pounding heart and asked cautiously, "If you feel that this kind of low-level goods should not appear in the market, I can-"

"You're doing a good job, kid," the man soothed in as gentle a voice as possible, even though the voice still sounded a little scary, "Pack two kilograms on me and put an extra layer of cloth bag on it to make it easier to take it away."

"Yes, sir." Faced with the man's unexpected attitude, the demi-human girl was stunned for a moment, then immediately got busy after she realized what she was doing.

While waiting, the man looked up and down at the furnishings around the stall. There were clear paint lines around the girl's cart, and there were drains and trash cans on the edges. The most important thing is that there is a metal nameplate inserted in front of the stall, which is engraved with the stall owner's name, business field and the official wholesale limited-time business license of the Karen Administration.

Looking back along the road, every stall in this market presents a neat and uniform style. On the contrary, there are stall owners and customers who are a complete mixture of humans, demi-humans, and hybrids. Everyone is... He speaks mainland China's lingua franca with a similar accent, and at least it looks peaceful on the surface.

He even saw two mountain monsters selling ironware on the edge of the market. Probably because of the high quality of the products, there were actually long queues in front of the two blacksmith shops.

"How's business here?" the man asked seemingly casually.

"I see that the price you set is very low. With this profit throughout the year, and then cutting out the stall fees and the fees that the city guards usually deduct, life will not be easy, right?"

"Sir, I just came to Karen this year. I have been farming outside the city. In the past two months, I have sold the extra dried fruits at home to supplement my family income. However, life is not as difficult as you think. .”

She seemed to have worked up the courage, raised her little head and looked directly at the knight who was almost two taller than herself, and said seriously: "You are from outside, so you don't know much about it. The Lord Consul is very good to us. I I heard from the old people in the city that the current tax rate is only one-third of what it used to be, and we can support our family just from the income from farming."

"When you come to the market to do business, as long as the goods pass the inspection of the executive office, you don't have to pay any stall fees in the first year, and you only need to pay 10% of the profits in the future. The city guards usually only maintain order here, and there is no need at all. It will make things difficult for us.”

"My brother will also participate in the selection of the City Guards next year -" the Asian girl handed the wrapped dried fruit to the man, bit her lip, and said firmly: "Mom and dad said that the good days now are in power. The adults in the hall have given it to us, and we must defend it with our own hands."

The man took the finely packaged cloth bag and looked at the girl's timid yet decisive look. He couldn't help but smile and said, "I'm not familiar with the place. I offended you with my words at the moment. Please forgive me."

After that, he threw down a silver rune and walked away without waiting for the girl to change. I don't know if it was because he was walking too fast or something. As soon as the girl hurriedly found the change, she saw him disappear before she could even shout. In the bustling crowd.

"Demi-human, human, human, hybrid, demi-human."

The man walked through the market and counted the operators of stalls on both sides. Although he had never been to Karen, it did not prevent him from deeply feeling the difference of this city.

Humans accounted for approximately 40% of the market population - approximately 40% in other cities, but the other 60% of aliens were not stallholders and customers equal to humans, but the goods placed on the stalls.

The exchange agreement between Lucia and the Golden Dynasty three years ago only explicitly targeted foreign slaves belonging to various arenas, but it could not fundamentally abolish the slave trade that had already spread throughout the Golden Tree system.

Of course, in the context of a god-man who clearly opposed the alien slave trade, and the two kings were obviously willing to make concessions on this issue, the trend of slave trade in the past two years has finally become much more restrained than in the early years, even in the past Nobles and landowners who were accustomed to being domineering rarely dared to harm foreigners in broad daylight.

However, there is still a huge gap between the current situation of the outside world and Karen today. The gap is so big that it is difficult for men to believe that this is a city that belongs to the Golden Dynasty.

Many people know that Kellen Archon Claywell is from Lucia, and even more people know that His Highness has been working hard to achieve equality among the tribes in the border areas, but few people are willing to believe that they are already in the territory of the Golden Tree. Nei really took the first step. He took out two dried fruits from the bag, threw them into his mouth, chewed them carefully and walked towards a tavern on the street.

Now that I have seen what I wanted to see and the results far exceeded my initial expectations, there is no need to stay any longer.

After spending two months on the road, the news about Stonewell must have reached Godwin's ears, and the city of Moren in the south is bound to react. Regardless of whether this trip can bring back the convoy that Greg requested, the lives of the survivors of the Southern Storm Safety should be guaranteed.

Next, it’s time for him to get down to business with Greg’s instructions. He will rest for a day in the tavern and drive straight to Dickas tomorrow. If he takes more portals along the way, he will be able to reach Lord Fortress by the end of this month at the latest. .

The man was thinking this, but as soon as he approached the door of the tavern, he heard the sound of cups and plates breaking and tables and chairs flying around.

Amidst the shouts and curses that smelled of alcohol, an old hybrid dressed in waiter's clothes was thrown out with force and rolled several times on the ground, with nosebleeds covering his entire face.

"Damn it, the stalls outside are just using these bastards, you Karen people still dare to let the bastards pour me wine?!"

A drunken mercenary flew up and kicked over a table, put his foot on the chair and said: "Boss, get out of here - let the boss's wife lick the wine on my boots. Just let you go!"

"That's right, did you hear that? Hahahahaha!" The mercenary companions laughed in agreement, and at the same time they drew their sabers and cut off a table corner, driving the frightened customers away.

"Hey, let me tell you." Another mercenary pushed the man's shoulder, "Didn't you hear my brother tell you all to get out? Are you still pushing in like a wild boar? Do you want to die?"

The man closed his eyes, exhaled softly, and said: "If I were you, I would immediately put down my hand and use it to support your irrational companion to run as far as he can."

"What did you say-"

The moment the words were spoken, an extremely strong wind suddenly penetrated the floor of the second floor and passed through the center of the mercenary's arm holding the man's shoulder!

The man suddenly raised his head and looked at the top of his head, an unbelievable astonishment appearing in his falcon-like eyes.

"Ah—my hand!"

The mercenary howled heartbreakingly, and saw a halberd half as tall as a man cutting off his arm in the middle, nailing the first half of his arm to the wall!
Perhaps the halberd blade was too sharp, or perhaps the attacker's strength was too overbearing. It was only at this moment that blood spurted out from the mirror-like fracture, splashing all over his two companions in the direction where the mercenary knelt.

The breath of blood that hit their faces dissipated the smell of alcohol. The other two mercenaries were immediately frightened and fell to the ground. They grabbed the shields they carried and put them over their heads, and hurriedly began to apologize and beg for mercy.

However, the other party had no intention of stopping. In the horrified eyes of the three mercenaries, the halberd nailed into the wall was pulled out from the air with a trembling sound, and flew to the center of them unhurriedly - they He wanted to escape, but found that his legs and feet were like mud and couldn't move.

A flash of cold light suddenly appeared, and three heads rose into the sky.

"You still like nonsense so much, Oleg." Above the stairs, an indifferent voice came from far away.

"I have said many times that the best way to deal with scum is to kill as many as possible - this way, you will at least have a little more hesitation before those rubbish become complete scum."

The man released his grip on the hilt of the sword and did not even look at the three corpses lying on the ground. Instead, he turned his gaze to the unruly figure not far away and sighed softly: "It's been a long time since we last seen each other."

"Ingwill."

(End of this chapter)