Cyber said frankly that he had killed so many monsters, and the world boss had done all of them, how could he give himself such a little money? It was unbearable to look at it directly, that is, this world couldn't lose gold coins and equipment, otherwise it would have been able to drop dozens of silver coins, right? And to go to dozens of gold coins, you have to go to the treasury to withdraw money? Shouldn't you have three or five hundred taels of silver in your sleeve?

...... Then Cybertron was slapped in the face again.

This one...... It's his fault. This year, exactly one gold tower can be exchanged for seventy-seven silver towers, and in the past, it was even less, more than forty. That is, the exchange between gold and silver coins began to increase in value with the relative scarcity of gold, ......and became more and more valuable!

An absolute high-ranking person such as a university professor or a famous lawyer can earn 200 to 500 gold coins (tranta) a year, enough for them to hire servants and spend their days drinking. There are 100 to 200 bank managers, 100 to 150 secretaries of the city lords, 60 high-ranking tailors, and ordinary citizens who do odd jobs or become textile workers, and they only have more than ten gold coins a year to survive.

But they can feed a family of five, and they can live a good life with plenty of food and clothing! they can afford to be doctors, and even send their children to church school choirs or something.

In other words, Cybertron is equivalent to doing five ordinary workers for a year of work in one day, and they have been rewarded.

It can be seen that mercenaries really belong to the wealthy class in this era, so some people want to be - but there is a reason for this. This quest is obviously a team quest, but Cybertron is too high-level, and one person will brush up on the team. The gold coins that were supposed to be divided among a dozen or twenty people, which appeared to be rich, all went into his pocket alone.

Those who can work harder, this is an era of more work and more rewards.

Of course, when he learned of this qiē, it was when he returned to the [Gathering Place of Chicken Workers] with a large bag of heavy gold coins. The fact that wealth is not revealed is also a common card in ancient and modern times, and it is also a common card in the other world. It's just that he casually asked something that shouldn't have been asked.

Cybertron doesn't know many people, and this kind of chicken yard is full of people. Although he chose to live here at the beginning, it was because there were many people and he was just hiding his whereabouts. Now Cybertron goes through the back door every time he comes back, trying not to expose himself. One is to hide his whereabouts, and the other is to prevent others from disgusting themselves as chicks.

But now that there are too many people, Cybertron can only wait for the people he knows to come back. Let's say, Marand.

It's a pity that Marand also has to eat, and he has to go out to do it after taking the task. Of course, it's not just the imaginary mercenaries doing the mission, after all, there aren't so many gnolls to kill, and it's too damaging to the ecological balance. He doesn't have that ability, he just leads his team out to reconnoitre, fight the autumn wind, help station for a while, and even help rebuild or something.

He couldn't come back anyway, and Cybertron waited alone in a small wooden room for an afternoon. Until his hungry stomach hurts - as a barbarian, everyone knows how much he eats, after all, he is only 1.6 meters tall. How much can he eat even if he is perverted? This article has always focused on science, so he only eats more than 10 kilograms in one meal.

It's very scientific, isn't it? Conservation of matter! You don't get tired of running dozens of kilometers a day, and of course you need more resources to support such a body. Of course, the usual energy should also be stored in the body for a total of occasional needs, if unfortunately injured, eating is also a good way to replenish the recovery—— and Cybertron is still the least eaten among the people of Bourkeso! After all, it is only one meter six......

When it was time to eat, Cybertron couldn't stay at home. Although topless is considered a posture during combat, it is a scare and scare person. Cybertron, dressed up, was going out to buy something to eat—

He eats relatively simple things and does not intend to fire. 5 kilograms of bread and 5 kilograms of jerky are enough, why only eat these two? There is a reason for that.

A famous dish from the British Isles.

1. Crispy spider legs

2. Braised beef offal

3. Look up at the stars!

One is more unbearable than the other, and it's still a well-known delicacy throughout the British Isles - the rest is even more inedible. Stew potatoes in water and sprinkle salt into the water to count as food. Whole potatoes, how do you make people eat them? Make Cybertron one step away from a madman. Food will be the top priority.

Relatively speaking, jerky and white bread became the main things. Three meals a day, it's just painful.

The bakery is owned by a different race, the Minotaur. Cybertron could see that this minotaur was still two meters tall, although his muscles and body were still the same. But it is no longer a fighting race born to fight, and there is already a nose ring on the nose, which symbolizes submission to the human world. Although they are still free people, just like the Jews in Europe, they have the right to live but do not have a sense of security.

"I'm going to buy bread...... and meat. ”

Cybertron came to the clean-looking bakery, looked up and said to the minotaur.

"Oh, oh, oh...... Hold on. The minotaur looked around for a long time, and finally looked down and found the source of the sound: Cybertron. The height of one meter six is really a little too short in its opinion: "This ...... Moo...... Dear Miss Human, do you want to ...... Moo...... What are you?"

“...... Widen your bull's eyes and see clearly, who is Miss Human?" Cyber was amused, to be honest, he had dealt more with the Minotaur than these ordinary humans in the past ten years.

"Moo?—— "The bull shook his head and asked puzzledly, "Uh, where did I say something wrong?"

"First, I'm not a miss, and second, I'm not human. Cybertron patted his chest and gave him a thumbs up: "Lao Tzu is a man, and he is still a Bourkeso." ”

“...... Moo...... Hahaha, Miss is really joking. The minotaur laughed and crouched down - as tall as Cybertron!" Moo...... My family has lived in a human city for three generations, and you can see that my accent is almost the same as that of a human. Do you think I can't figure out between men and women? My aesthetic views are almost the same as those of human beings, so don't make fun of me, miss...... And...... Moo. I read a few books, don't lie to me. The Burkeso people?—— our ancestors are from the Ellan Bullhead tribe, and they took root here after being defeated and becoming slaves. What do you think...... Moo, I wonder what the Bourkeso people look like?"

It seems that the minotaurs take pride in their aesthetic concept that are similar to those of humans...... Have you been invaded by culture?

Since she went out in casual clothes, she didn't bring a two-handed sword or shoulder pads, and she really looked like a sassy and beautiful girl - next time it seems that she will have to carry a sword wherever she goes.

"......" even the Minotaur looks down on himself these days: "Forget it, I won't say more...... I'm going to...... Well, five kilograms of bread, five kilograms of jerky. ”

“...... Why are you a relative at home?" the minotaur asked puzzledly, "Eat so much, aren't you afraid of spoilage?"

"I'm happy alone, can you manage it? Really—you can sell it when you buy something, and you don't make any money?"

"Of course not, but in good conscience I don't want my food to be wasted, moo......" The minotaur instantly became taller, at least a good citizen of society: "Two dinars for a kilogram of bread, and I only charge copper dinars for the operation of a small shop." What do you want for meat? 15 dinars a kilogram for beef, 10 dinars a kilogram for pork, and the price of mutton has recently increased to 12 dinars a kilogram. ”

“...... You still sell beef?" the Minotaur of Ellan, he doesn't eat beef!

"How fresh?" the minotaur gave Cybertron a blank look: "You humans are dying of hunger and don't eat monkeys?

"Uh...... Buy, then the beef is good. "If you don't buy it, you'll starve, but the problem is ......

Cybertron also knows something, and that is that he has hard currency in his hands. It's basically gold, and in the real world, it's impossible for 1 gold coin to equal 100 silver coins and 10,000 copper coins to remain unchanged forever.

"I don't have change......"

"I can find you. ”

"That's easy to do—how many dinars does a Quinteranta get?"

“...... Where's the eldest lady?" The minotaur glanced at Cybertron and snorted in his nose but there was no malice: "I don't want you much, you can go to the fair place at the current market price, a gold dinar ......"

As he spoke, the Minotaur took Cybertron's gold coin and took a bite to listen to the sound. He nodded before continuing, "Moo...... It can be exchanged for 20 shillings or 240 dinars. Hey, I'm looking for you money...... 12 shillings 11 dinars...... Forget it, I'll just find you 13 shillings, and remember to come back next time you want to lose. ”

As he spoke, the minotaur quickly pulled out a small broken sack. Skillfully throw the weight of the meat and bread into it, and finally ......

threw the dinar into it with a bang.

"Count them yourself. The minotaur wiped his hands.

“...... I said, put the money and the food together...... Are you dirty?" Cybertron was surprised.

"???" the minotaur was even more surprised: "What is dirty?

“...... So ruthless?" said Cyber frankly, the cow that fell into the eyes of money. Either way, the little grocery store gave him an introduction to the world's monetary system — and its health system: "Is there any wine?"

Eventually, Cybertron walked away with two bottles of wine bought for a shilling and a small box of caviar under the minotaur's disdainful gaze - things are really, really cheap! If you only eat bread, you can do nothing this year.

Back in the chicken yard, the weather was too hot, after all, the temperature was as high as minus five degrees in the wooden house. Cybertron took off his shirt when he was unhappy, anyway, when he was alone at home, he was like this in his past and present life, and he couldn't forget his manly nature - sloppy just because he became "pretty" in this life.

Ready to eat.

but there was a knock on his own wooden door.

"Who, such a lack of virtue," ...... stomach growled with hunger, but Cybertron could only open the door—he already knew it before it opened, for he could smell a strange smell from a long distance. Tastes like inferior perfumes. Needless to say, it's the chicken worker.

"What's the matter?" Sure enough, standing in front of him was a chicken worker. Honestly, it looks pretty good, but it's the smell on my body......

"I mean, this young lady, what's the matter?" said Cybertron, who began to pretend to be a bear, and when he touched someone or something he didn't want to touch, he spoke in a savage tone—his voice was hoarse and muffled than it had been with the minotaur with ease.

Ignoring the other party, he walked straight back to his broken wooden table, and broke the soft bread - a mouthful of it was stuffed into his mouth, and he munched on it.

Barbarians who eat are not proportional to their looks at all.

"Uh......" Obviously, the chicken girl who came to speak was also very embarrassed, and neither forward nor backward. In the end, her work ethic and professional aggressiveness prevailed, and she resolutely unbuttoned her chest, half-exposing her breasts and bare thighs, which was quite a bit of a second-to-second disguise. The temperament suddenly changed from an ordinary woman to a dusty woman: "Hello, little brother, my name is Wei Fang - I see that you have lived here for a day, why don't you recruit someone to accompany you?"

The tone is a little stiff, and the voice is a little strange.

Why do you feel that although the other party is professionally aggressive, it is completely ...... What about no vocational skills? Don't even have a smile?

"...... you" Cybertron looked at the other and keenly spotted a question: "No friends here, right?"

"Huh?"

Cybertron had already started to eat the second kilogram of bread and the second kilogram of jerky, and after taking a sip of delicious wine, he was really hungry: "Doesn't anyone tell you who I am?"

“...... Rich?"

"Uh......"

The other party is really direct enough, Cybertron was a little embarrassed: "I said what the hell are you ...... Oh, it's working, isn't it?"

"Work?...... It's pretty much the same. The woman, who was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, sighed and sat not far from Cybertron. Holding the table with both hands, he said with some emotion: "Hey, little brother, if you don't plan to (silence) me tonight, can you help?——? ”

"This ......" Cybertron looked at the other man, and said to himself, why don't you go out and buy another ten kilograms later?"

To be honest, Cybertron didn't have a good impression of the other party, because he saw a lot of things in this society - it was a world that was at war and thriving because of it. Material things began to develop, and no one had hands and feet without enough to eat—it wasn't the best of times, but it wasn't the worst of times. Why don't you eat, you have to do this?

It's so vulgar!

...... Uh, sixteen years of virginity. It's not realistic to say that there is no opposite.

"Thanks—I knew you couldn't eat it. The other man immediately smiled, not knowing what Cybertron was slandering in her stomach, she immediately took a piece of bread and jerky. "Good Samaritan, what's your name? My name is ...... Mifang."

"You just introduced ......" It can't be the memory confusion caused by syphilis, right?, Cybertron began to pay attention to the other person: "I? My name is ...... Cybertron. ”

"Oh...... My brother's name is Cybertron. Regardless of his makeup, he looked really hungry: "Thank you for giving me food, there are no guests...... There is no income...... Hehe, I'm so hungry. ”

He was very familiar with it, and he took Cybertron's wine to drink: "Where are you from? I'm from Al Lannan County." Listen to the accent...... You're not a local either, are you?"

"The same Ellans. Chatting about Cybertron's wariness gradually diminishing because the other party was a woman: "Bourkeso. ”

"Bourkeso...... Familiar. I heard about it when I was a child......" Yu Fang thought about it, but shook her head with a wry smile and gave up thinking: "I've been away from home for so many years, and I've forgotten a lot of things. Hometown, ......"

Then the woman began to gush about the scenery of Ellan—the scenery she remembered. After talking for about thirty minutes, she finally said that she was three years old.

"I remember when I was three years old, I went to Burlington once, and it was so beautiful. No worse than Canaphon......"

"Oh...... Well, Burlington, I remember being sacked by the Naga last year. Cybertron thought about it, he would go crazy to be alone all the time. Although he can't snap, the chat is still good - he has eaten all the food he should have: "The loss is not big, but it is quite miserable." ”

"Huh...... I thought you wouldn't be able to finish it. Seeing Cybertron start picking his teeth, Yu Fang became embarrassed: "To be honest, I didn't do 'this' before—— I was a textile worker." ”

As she spoke, she took the rest of the bread and more than half a piece of beef...... Stuffed into their own ...... In clothes?

Isn't it dirty?

"......" Cybertron pouted, but didn't say anything. The other party saw that Cybertron didn't say anything, but his expression was not good, and he smiled awkwardly.

"I'm taking it home to eat ...... my own children"

“...... Do you have children?" Cybertron was even more surprised.

"How fresh?" could it be that this sentence is in the local language of Kanaphon? The girl, who is also Ellan, said, "I have a daughter, who is seven years old this year. It's beautiful—do you want to be your child bride?"

“...... Thank you, I just escaped from marriage. Cybertron drank and spat out the truth, but immediately shut his mouth and never said anything - he was already thinking about killing people, of course, just thinking about it, and not sinning: "If you used to be a weaver......

"Well, I was kicked out of the factory. The girl waved her hand indifferently, and said heroically: "You can make money by doing anything! This is also very easy, you can lie on the bed! That's it...... It may not be very good for the child later on. It's been a long time since I've been afraid to kiss her. ”

"......" is a little sad, what should I do? Quickly end this conversation: "By the way, I was talking about you-"

Cybertron smiled, intending to come up with his killer idea: "Do you know who I am?"

"Didn't you say it at first? ”

"Bourkeso is not a county. Cybertron gestured to the two-handed sword that had been holding at his hand but was hidden by the tarpaulin: "Bourkeso is a tribe. I'm a warrior. The Great Immortal King is my direct ancestor, and the blood of killing the evil god runs through me - the tattoo of my clan on my chest, not the mark of a child as you call it. How...... Are you scared?"

“......”