A convoy of twenty caravans traveled on a wide road, unlike any other. The black gravel is squeezed together and glued together with a black substance. The center of the road is also divided into left and right with white paint. All vehicular pedestrians are required to walk on the right side of the road in accordance with the regulations. There is even a three-colored light at the intersection that indicates whether it is passable or not.

The owner of the convoy, Dras, sits in his own dedicated motorhome. Looking at the entry guide in hand, every inbound convoy will receive this free book at the border gate. The book is printed on expensive paper and almost full-color ink with images that look like real objects. Although it is very thin, you can see the wealth of the lords of this area. The basic rules to be followed after entering Japan are written in the languages of each country.

Printed color pictures make it easy for even illiterate people to understand the meaning of the book. For example, the excrement of the team's horses must be cleaned up by themselves. Although this is what the team would have done. Sun-dried horse manure is good fuel. In addition, on the road, the horse must be allowed to trot at a speed that can be stopped at any time, and if there is a tricolor light at the intersection, it is red to stop, yellow is to prepare, and green is ready to pass. There are also quite complicated punishment procedures after violating the regulations.

Motorcades with such manuals can get food and a waterproof cloth distributed according to the size of the motorcade free of charge at the post house. Dras had long heard of this magical cloth. He is the third son of the Dras family, and he has no chance of inheriting the family's huge inheritance. The eldest brother followed his father and learned how to manage the family business. The second brother served in the army.

As the heir to the throne, he is very interested in not competing with other brothers. I just asked my father for a remote village far away from the main house. He started as a merchant in a caravan, and over the past ten years, he has owned two large caravans of his own. Originally, the small village would not have attracted his attention, but a piece of cloth on the black market that sold for thirty Imperial silver coins caught his interest.

The first time I saw this fabric was at a black market auction, and as the finale object, the host introduced the characteristics of the fabric, and Dras immediately saw a business opportunity. Later, after dotting many people, I finally knew the origin of this batch of fabrics, so there was the current situation.

Drass had the convoy stop outside a village with tall walls, more of a fortress than a village. Unlike most imperial stone walls, it is completely impossible to tell what stone is made of, the wall is very smooth, and there is not even a trace of gaps, even if it is so high, the height of more than ten meters is even partially extended outward.

Dras really couldn't think of any kind of army that could destroy such a wall, and the soldiers on the wall were all dressed in strange costumes, and if you didn't look closely, you couldn't even tell the difference between the soldiers and the walls. Like a creature called a chameleon in the South Seas, it blends into the background. The huge gates were made entirely of single pieces of pig iron.

In front of the city gate was a small yellow kiosk, where Dras had to wait for the people in front of the small kiosk to walk through the barricade before proceeding. What surprised Dellas even more was a strange machine. Two side-by-side wheels were joined together by several steel pipes, and a man dressed as a commoner stared effortlessly at the smaller of the two large wheels, speeding along the path that seemed to have been carved out for this machine.

The small caravan in front seemed to pass through the turnstile, and the female villagers in the yellow pavilion counted the boxcars that passed, and the red and white railing automatically lowered as Dras's boxcar passed the edge of the pavilion.

"Dear merchant, may I ask how many caravans you have entered the city this time. How many people are in your entourage? ”

There was a pleasant female voice in my ears, the villagers in the pavilion were in their twenties, dressed differently from any city in Dras's mind, and had never seen a woman dressed like this in the Empire, the Kingdom or even the Church, the short skirt tightly wrapped around the hips, and the skirt was less than ten centimeters above the knee. Simple clothes were ironed very simply, and the hem of the dress seemed to be tucked into the skirt. There was even a precious silk scarf around his neck.

"Hello this beautiful lady, I am a merchant from the empire on which the sun never sets." Draxon paused for a moment, pondered his words, and continued:

"I take the liberty of asking, is the silk scarf around your neck distributed?"

The woman happily touched her silk scarf and replied happily:

"This merchant, this silk scarf is indeed distributed, and everyone who works here will be given three sets of these suits, which vary according to the season, so if you don't mind, can you tell me the number of your caravans and the people accompanying you?"

Surprised by the woman's answer, Dellas looked back at the long line behind him, and awkwardly reported the number of vehicles and people he was traveling with.

"Well, a total of 60 guys and 20 bodyguards plus me for a total of eighty-one people, and twenty taels of two-horse caravans."

"How is that? So this grandfather, please wait a moment. ”

After speaking, the woman bowed respectfully to Dras, and then in a very elegant posture, picked up an object beside her and put it next to her ear, as if the object could convey sound like a microphone on a battleship, but looking at the fact that there was only a thin rope connecting the place where he spoke, Drass couldn't figure out how to transmit the sound.

"This merchant grandfather, please keep this banquet card, after the turnstile, there will be a special person to guide you to the chamber of commerce, your caravan and horses please detour here. Thank you for your cooperation. The final tariff totaled seven Imperial Silver Coins. ”

"Seven? So much? ”

"Yes, sir, these seven pieces include all the food and fodder for your servants and horses, and the village provides free accommodation. Of course, you can also choose to pay for a hotel with better service and stay on your own. ”

Drass is not a stingy person, but seven silver coins are indeed more than he imagined, even if it is only two dots to enter the Imperial City with guards, but again, after paying these seven silver coins, Dellas also smells an unprecedented business opportunity.

After walking about fifty meters of the city tower, in addition to being surprised, the biggest difference between Delas and the subordinates was not that behind the city wall, the materials were excellent, but that Delas saw more of the glowing points installed on the top and on the ground.

If Drasas is not mistaken, this should be the fluorite that mages often use on their staffs. This stone, which glows on its own in the dark, is only found in a lava-strewn crater.

However, it was used for lighting, and it was in broad daylight, just to allow the merchants to pass quickly through such a short passage. However, after passing through the passage, the world that Dellas saw turned all his imagination upside down.

Originally, it was thought that no matter how prosperous this place was, it could not be compared to the royal capital, which was completely made of marble, no matter how rich. It is impossible to have the dome of the church. However, he was wrong, but instead of being annoyed by his misjudgment, he lost his voice with joy.

The whole city that Dellas saw was actually a large area of quartz in the main structure, the huge high-rise buildings were made of quartz transparent windows on all four sides, and even the roadside inns were installed with a large number of fluorite lighting light sources.

"What a rich ...... this is"