There was no road in the mountains, but when there were more people walking, it became a road.

If Charles had walked a few hundred metres further yesterday afternoon, he would have found his way to Granada.

There were some small traps on the side of the road that they had set on the way here, but today they didn't catch much, only a pheasant was caught.

Halfway through, Charles couldn't help but ask Huntington, "The herbs you picked are all poisonous, is that okay?"

Huntington was stunned for a moment, then just shook his head silently.

Charles couldn't say anything when he saw this, Huntington picked herbs that were not commonly used to fight poison, and were often used instead of antibiotics to kill pathogenic bacteria in patients.

In terms of antibiotics, Fleming's research in Snow Ridge Village had been classified as top secret by the Elven Royal Court, and now Charles has no way of knowing the progress of the research.

And the patient who takes these herbs is competing with the pathogenic bacteria in the body, and who is more likely to die, depends on whether the patient can let the pathogenic bacteria die before death.

And this kind of therapy needs to give the patient enough nutrients, just looking at Handington's patched clothes, it doesn't look like it can provide enough food for the patient.

Just now, he was discussing with the little girl how much money he could get for the extra prey he caught this time.

Charles asked Huntington again, "Are the sick people your family?"

Handington nodded silently.

Charles sighed, then hung the bunch of fish "grapes" on Huntington's back basket.

Although the maid's eldest sister had taken away all the money from Sophia on Charles's body while rubbing oil, Charles, who knew that eggs could not be put in one basket, still made some preparations early in the morning.

Not to mention that when he first found out that he was poisoned, he used teleportation to teleport the necklace with the storage ring to a depth of half a meter underground and hid it, and he also scattered some spare money in the knife box, flying knife bag and backpack.

This string of fish should be regarded as Handington's reward for taking him to the city, and this little money Charles does not care about at the moment.

The world of adventurers feeds on strength, and powerful adventurers can get high rewards for hunting ferocious monsters, while newcomers like Huntington can only gather fruit and catch some prey such as hares and pheasants to ensure their livelihood.

Huntington and the little girl beside him looked at Charles in surprise, and then the little girl quickly took the bunch of fish "grapes" and returned it to Charles.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for your kindness, we don't have the money to pay the fishing tax," Huntington said. ”

Charles was stunned for a moment, the leader here has no way to collect such a tax, whoever takes this fish into the city or passes the tax card will be taxed, and if he doesn't pay the tax, he will give the fish to others It is a pit man.

Even if he reveals his status as an earl, he can only reduce the tax a little, unless the two parties sign a tax exemption agreement.

Charles had to go into town with the fish himself.

It took them more than an hour to climb over a small hill and then came to a large road.

There are a lot of pedestrians on the road, and most of them seem to be fierce adventurers.

Seeing that these people were rushing forward, he asked Huntington in curiosity, "Why are so many people going there today?"

Huntington replied, "Every three years, the city of Granada holds a tournament at the end of June, and these people come to compete or watch it. ”

Charles nodded thoughtfully, thinking about whether he wanted to earn a little bonus or something.

Such competitions are mainly based on martial arts, and equipment and armor are provided by the organizers.

Ah Fu has bragged to Charles and Mira before that he won a jousting championship when he was eighteen years old.

The city of Granada was a direct domain of the royal family of Meseta, but the city was run by a fiefdom nobleman, Count Henier, whose fief was nearby.

Charles couldn't understand what Juan thought, he actually trusted the Count Henier to such an extent, and he was not afraid that he would rebel.

However, Count Henir was still a little level in the management of the city, and there were many people and cars entering and leaving the city gate at this time, so the city gate was surrounded by a large circle of places with a wooden wall, and then the wooden wall opened several passages for inspection and tax collection like a highway toll booth.

Huntington and the others went to the local lane, and Charles had to honestly line up at the out-of-town adventurer lane.

Charles soon noticed that the adventurers around him were looking at him with the eyes of fools.

He knew right away why this was happening.

"Is the fish taxed by the strip?" Charles asked the poker-faced tax collector in front of him, stunned, who at first thought he was paying taxes by weight like in other places.

The tax collector was a menopausal aunt with a clipboard and parchment in her hands, and wore a tax officer's uniform with no pockets, a tight neckline and sleeves, and no buttons on the top.

I don't know who invented the tax officer's uniform, which means that they don't hide the tax money when they collect taxes.

The tax officer's aunt glanced at Charles and said, "First time here, then you eat the fish now, and I'll treat it as if I didn't see it." ”

Charles shook his head helplessly, and he put the string of fish into the basket where the tax money was put in the snickering laughter of the adventurers behind him, and then put the weapons on his body on the scales on the side like the adventurers who entered the city before, and said, "Then I will use them to pay the tax on weapons entering the city." ”

At the same time, he complained in his heart about the strangeness of the city's tax system, and it was the first time he had seen the operation of collecting weapons into the city tax according to their weight.

Thankfully, tax payments are allowed in kind, and the tax collector's aunt glanced at the weight on the scales next to her, wrote a note on parchment, and waved Charles to hurry up.

Naturally, these taxes in kind will not be put in the warehouse, and there are already people waiting to buy what they are interested in with money. There are also people who specialize in buying food, and they are all people from taverns and restaurants.

At this time, the day of the martial arts competition was approaching, there were many people on the streets, and there were many soldiers patrolling, and the merchants who came with it naturally did not let go of the opportunity to make money.

In this way, Charles was miserable, the high, middle and low-end hotels were full, and even the stables were full.

Charles had planned to spend the night in the church of the Forge Temple, which he would not refuse due to his relationship with the Pope, but it was already filled with dwarves who came from far and wide to do business.

There were houses in the residential area that were willing to accept adventurers to stay, but Charles went around and found that the "owners" of these "houses" were either big sisters with turbulent waves or little brothers with fine skin and tender meat, and he had to flee in the wilderness.

Just as Charles was thinking about setting up a tent outside the city, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him at the same time: "Hey, Charles, why are you here?"