"The price of grain today cannot exceed 1.5 times that of yesterday, and whoever dares not to produce grain or make malicious purchases will be dealt with according to the old rules." The samurai Vittoria swaggered on the docks, a makeshift nailed chair on her throne.

To say that the Ring of Pastoral Trees, a druid organization, has indeed been detached from society for too long, its starting point may be good, but in terms of action, there are too many problems.

When a seaside town with less than 200 inhabitants suddenly becomes crowded with nearly 1,000 people, its problems with accommodation, drinking water and food become serious.

In particular, of the seven or eight hundred people who crowded in front and back, two-thirds of them were merchant groups with armed escorts.

Mercenaries and sailors, you'd be hard-pressed to find a more fearless group of mortals than these two groups, these people are organized and disciplined, and they do bad things in a gang.

If it weren't for the fact that the people of the Retribution Warband couldn't stand the chaotic order in the town, I am afraid that the casualty ratio here would be close to that of Storm's Rest.

Because of the price of food, the sailors who originally lived in the town and the merchant group had five armed fights in three days.

With the only freshwater resources in their hands and the large amount of food in their hands, neither side is willing to back down.

The merchants raised the price of food, the sailors doubled the price of fresh water, and the druids sent fruit and food every day for a drop in the bucket.

Even the big stomach kings of the retribution war group can't be fed.

At the critical moment, Vittoria stood up, took Wang Yue and Feng Wuyi, and beat all the caravan guards in one morning.

Not only that, but in the afternoon, she led people to beat the sailors again, and even a few fourteen or fifteen-year-old half-grown children did not run away.

After that, Vittoria's financial system was established, and the grain that was sold for one gold coin today could be sold for one and a half tomorrow, and each person could only buy it once a day, and it could not be repeated, and the amount of each time was only enough for the day.

As long as someone buys, the merchant must sell, or else he will be beaten.

The same goes for freshwater, the same rules.

In the words of a businessman: "In the past three days, I spent the same gold coins over and over again, and I lost my life." ”

In general, the townspeople enjoyed three days of free food because the samurai were not good at math, and the fresh water was inexhaustible, but the food brought by the merchants was about to run out.

This time, there were a total of four merchants who carried the grain, and they were already planning to admit bad luck, who would let these extraordinary uncles not be able to provoke them.

The really rich businessmen have gone to the sea to run big deals, and the rest of them, who run errands on land, are basically scattered businessmen who have no backing and no capital.

"You have the final say, my lord, anyway, I have less than five hundred catties of grain left, and I will pull it down when it is sold out." The merchant who had snatched wine with the female warrior before looked like a broken jar: "When all this food is eaten, I will eat meat with you every day!" ”

"Don't worry, with one bite of me, you won't starve to death." The female warrior patted the merchant on the shoulder: "In the future, if you have the opportunity to go to Anthony Port to do business, mention my name, no one will dare to trouble you!" ”

"Don't listen to her nonsense, we're wanted over there." The warrior monk Feng Wuyi smiled kindly at the merchant and kindly reminded the other party.

It's just that these words made the businessman's already dark face even darker.

Fortunately, the day of tribulation of the merchants has finally come to an end today.

The druids of the Ring of the Pastoral Trees were immediately notified that the plague in Storm's Rest had been lifted, and all infected people infected with the plague, without exception, died violently, and their corpses were no longer contagious.

The wildling-looking druid followed behind the black-robed druid, and the thorns that grew around the town automatically parted to the sides, making way for the druids.

As he passed by the mortals along the way, the black-robed druid would whisper, "The plague is over, you are free, you can leave here, and you can go wherever you want." ”

The two druids made their way to the pirate ship at the seaside dock, and the merchants along the way were as fast as they were to be loaded, and they were eager to set off immediately.

Most of these scattered traders have contracts with them, and this time they were delayed on the road for nearly a week, and they were already in a hurry.

"The plague event at Storm's End has come to an end, and thank you, everyone, for keeping order in place during this time." The black-robed old man politely said to the female warrior, "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have been able to watch them clash." ”

"Old man, don't detain people here, it's your fault." The female warrior crossed her thick legs, holding a wine glass in one hand and a chicken leg in the other: "I would have known that this is how you established the quarantine zone, and I even fought with you last time." ”

The young druid, dressed as a wild man, had been pulled out of the forest and beaten several times during this time, and he had been completely convinced.

Now standing in front of the female warrior, there is no temper at all.

He was originally a promising Rank 8 Druid, and he also had the talent of [Son of the Wild], who could transform into a bear before he reached adulthood, and was a highly anticipated seed player in the next generation of the Ring of Pastoral Trees.

As a result, the idle members of the Retribution Warband regarded finding and defeating the druids as entertainment, and the four of them took turns to challenge each day.

The bear man who was completely beaten lost his temper.

The black-robed druid is a neutral faction in the Ring of the Pastoral Tree, and has no prejudice against human civilization: "The incident happened suddenly, and we were seriously understaffed, so we had to act first and then finish it." ”

"Thanks to your help this time, we druids have never treated our friends badly." The black-robed druid smiled and said, "I heard that you plan to go to Wangxiang City?" ”

Yang Yuefan stood on the high deck and looked at the black-robed druid condescendingly: "That's right, I don't know what advice this elder has?" ”

At this time, Yang Yuefan had already scolded his mother in his heart, he hadn't set off yet, and the destination was spread even to the druids who lived in the deep mountains and old forests, and he shouldn't have told the female warrior about it in the first place.

"It's been almost fifty years since our Pastoral Ring approached Wangxiang City, and there was a suspected chaos erosion incident there, and then you Seris people completely sealed off Wangxiang City and did not interact with the outside world." The black-robed druid raised his chest and looked up at Yang Yuefan: "But recently, when our Ring of Pastoral Trees organization was out of action, we found something out of the ordinary. ”

Yang Yuefan jumped off the side of the ship and landed lightly beside the druid: "I don't know what you found out of the ordinary?" ”

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