In addition to these, the rent of the store is also a large expense.

Yu's Rune Shop is the smallest type of merchant, but it still needs to pay a monthly commission of 1,500 gold coins, plus food and accommodation for two people...... It is not an exaggeration to say that it is difficult!

The vicious competition from the outside world is not small at all.

There are some large-scale rune shops that employ many people to produce at the same time, each person is responsible for a single rune, and finally the high-level runes are unified into a finished product, which is extremely efficient.

It's a bit similar to the assembly line work in Qian Fei's impression......

Because it is a low-level rune, the failure rate of drawing a single rune is almost zero, even ordinary people with short-term training can ensure the output, and at the same time, this method can greatly improve the production efficiency and make small profits but quick turnover.

The same runes are sold throughout the town, and customers will choose the larger shops with a guaranteed reputation.

Qian Fei sighed slightly, he has no core competitiveness.

If you want to improve your competitiveness, you have to sell more advanced runes, but second-order runes are not so easy to make, aside from the high copyright and production difficulty, just the cost of more than ten times is a big problem! …… Such a vicious circle has led to the survival of low-level stores becoming more and more strained.

Everyone earns coolie money, how can there be the glory of a rune......

"Hey......"

Qian Fei sighed, the pressure was too much.

The top priority now is to earn 1,500 gold coins in eight days, otherwise you will have to sleep on the streets with Yu Ji.

"One Thousand and a Half ......"

Qian Fei looked at the rune in his hand and fell into deep thought.

With a wry smile, this old man Yu walked freely, but he left himself this mess.

"It's so hard! ……”

Qian Fei looked up to the sky and sighed.

But that's not all......

Three months later, it was the town's big competition, and he spent all the reimbursement money, which means that the town must play, otherwise he will be ordered to pay three times the reimbursement money, which is 300 gold coins......

As for participation,

7,000 young heroes...... There are many strong people, and there are many "second generations" who are escorted by family elders......

It's easier said than done!

He might be able to win the first round by surprise with his writing wheel, but what about the back?

This method will be found to be flawed after a maximum of two rounds, as long as the opponent staggers the opening time of the writing wheel, Qian Fei will lose!

Qian Fei also knows this, opportunism is just a shortcut after all, and he can't go far without his own strength.

Qian Fei held a rune atlas and put it on his face, lay on his back on the chair, his feet on the edge of the table, and soon fell asleep.

The dim candlelight on the table flickered, and a small figure suddenly appeared out of thin air.

The little girl showed a warm smile, with a little baby fat on her pink face, which looked pink and tender, and was cute.

Yu Ji hugged a big quilt, and then covered it with extra difficulty on Qian Fei's body, looking at Qian Fei, smiling coquettishly, her beautiful big eyes bent into a crescent moon.

By the time the candlelight was disturbed again, Yu Ji had disappeared, and only Qian Fei was left in the whole room, snoring......

Outside the hospital, the moonlight is silent......

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The sun has not yet risen.

The light was dim all around, and the wind in the early morning was soft like a feather, without the slightest solemnity and coldness on weekdays.

The streets of Longqi Town are equipped with rune lights, and the dim light shines on the busy vendors who get up early.

The steaming heat of the broth brings the first rays of life to this town.

A young man with two long knives on his back sat casually in front of a roadside stall, enjoying the first bowl of broth in town.

It's not monster meat, it's fatty, and the taste is a little light.

He was the only pedestrian in the entire block, and the figure of the young man was a little gloomy.

The hot soup entered his throat, warm and comfortable, the young man's brows gradually soothed, and the stiffness and coldness on his face relaxed little by little.

The young man's clothes were very shabby, his hair was messy, and he looked extremely sloppy, but his eyes were exceptionally clear.

Raise your head and see the bottom in one bite!

The hot broth dispelled the tiredness and dampness of the past few days, the body was warm, and the hot breath exhaled from the mouth began to dissipate and spread silently.

After paying, the young man wiped his mouth and got up to leave.

"Slow down, you'll come back next time!" The boss is customary to greet.

The young man paused slightly, then waved his hand and turned to leave.

Being able to drink a bowl of steaming broth in the morning, such a life is as beautiful as the hot breath exhaled in his mouth at this moment for a young man who has been displaced for five years, and he can't find the slightest words to describe it.

The houses and shops along the street were illuminated by the runic lamps on the roadside, casting dappled light and shadows on the ground, stretching his back for a long time.

Even in the past five years, the discomfort and loneliness brought by that fight are still so clear.

The morning breeze is slightly cool, bringing young people a familiar and unfamiliar feeling, awakening memories that seem to have long been asleep in their minds......

Five years ago, the cool breeze west of the Northern Fortress was the same.

The young man exhaled a long breath, then smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his head, and stopped thinking about the things that spoiled his interest.

After five years in the purgatory of slaughter, cruelty, and death, the young man lived with the murderous and cunning monsters every day, and everyone in the organization was more dangerous and fierce than the monsters.

Life is there, the most pale and cheap thing.

After five years of tempering in the wasteland, the boy became a young man, he was accustomed to seeing life and death, and he was numb to all the despicable deceit.

His heart is also like steel, and he is not moved by those stupid righteousness and faith, and sometimes he even sneers at his own ghosts.

The young man had two knives pinned to his waist, one black and one white.

The scabbard had long since decayed and looked rusty.

He is a great swordsman with a double sword stream.

Well, a swordsman with a sword.

In the years when I was forced to fall into the abyss alone, it was dark, cold, silent, and violent...... It's hard to put into words how he felt.

These two knives with a length of less than one meter and a half are the last barrier for him in that battle of life and death, and the brilliant swords that have been swayed countless times have created deep feelings for each other.

Just like comrades-in-arms!

He couldn't forget those years, like rust that the knife behind him couldn't erase.

Look up, the moon is still hanging high, the moon is at that time, people are no longer so.

……

Walking through the chaotic neighborhood, the surroundings gradually became empty.

This is the center of the entire Longqi Town, and it is the hub connecting the four major towns - the central square.

Looking at the tall and majestic bronze statue standing in the center of the square, the young man stopped.

The bronze statue is a middle-aged man, dressed in a gorgeous heavy battle robe, holding a two-meter-long giant sword, eyebrows like a sword, and threatening.

The young man grinned, he recognized the man.

Raising his hand, a pale green rune appeared in his palm, and the green light was flickering.

The shape of a feather is carved on the front.

This is the hallmark of the organization.

He remembered that when he first saw the symbol, he was surrounded by dozens of teenagers who had fled like him, and five years later, he was the only one left alive.

He will not mourn their deaths, just as he will not rejoice that he is still alive.

Pity for the weak is an emotion only the weaker will have, and the weak are destined to live not long in this world.

Press the feather in the center, and a light thought comes to your ears.

"It's done, are you there?"

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