Whether the currency of the kingdoms of Carman is worth anything or not, the noble lords of Carman do not know;

But they know that the Kerver currency is really valuable!

In particular, the virtual currency on the Internet bank is more valuable! If you don't move there, you can rise the interest rate every day, and the money will make money.

Wielding these virtual currencies, you can buy almost anything you want in Vias.

Even essentia!

In such a situation, almost no nobleman could resist the temptation of profit.

Almost all of them secretly formed teams and poured into the [Conquest Sub-Plane].

or to conquer Caesardom and plunder the riches;

Or hunt the green-skinned orcs in exchange for essentia.

Old Fern is none other than the Grand Duchy of Greg, one of the members of the gold striking group formed by the Earl of Bois!

He was born as a mercenary, and after he was old and weak, he had to be disarmed and returned to the field.

It was at this time that the Earl of Boiss suddenly came to him secretly and said that they would recruit him.

Faced with a choice between a bag of silver coins and a death threat, the grief-stricken old Fern had to choose the former, for the sake of his family, especially his son, who had become a knight's servant.

Old Fern was dumbfounded when he stepped into Earl Bois's secret mansion and received the Mithril ring engraved with the interconnected magic on it!

In this world, there is still such a magical magic?

It has no power, but it is stronger than any power!

If he could get the Connected Magic when he was younger, he was sure that his achievements would be more than what he was looking for!

His life can definitely be better!

But why didn't he know?

You know, he's not a farmer who stays in one place all his life, he's a mercenary who travels from south to north and has seen a lot!

Don't think about it!

It must be the damned nobles, hiding them!

That's right!

It must be so!

Old Fern thought to himself, and hated it.

In the days that followed, while helping Count Boeth hunt orcs to earn merit points, he secretly thought about how to tell his son about the interconnected magic.

That's all he had for the rest of his life.

But he didn't want to see his son repeat his old ways.

Count Bois was so clever that he made a pact with everyone.

The contract stipulates that the secrets of the Internet shall not be divulged to anyone.

Under the constraints of the forces of the contract, Old Fern could not tell the secret at all.

However, as it happens, on a trip to the orc tribe, he accidentally saw someone on the World Channel mentioning tips on how to bypass the contract.

He was so excited that he quickly wrote it down secretly.

"This is your salary, go and come back quickly, you must come back on time tomorrow afternoon to report!"

It's another week of visiting family.

"Yes, sir. ”

Old Fern nodded and received his salary from the butler, and hurriedly left the secret mansion of the Earl of Boiss.

Old Fern, who had just walked out of the mansion, suddenly stopped, and his spirit was in a trance.

It had only been a week since he had disappeared, and the changes in the city made him feel like he didn't know him.

On the streets, there are many bicycles and tricycles.

These novelties always attract children to stop and watch.

The streets are green.

Old Fern walked a few steps before he realized that many pedestrians had become more pretty.

You know, the streets used to be gray.

This kind of colorful and gorgeous clothes can only be enjoyed by noble lords.

What's going on?

Could it be that during the time he disappeared, the Internet had become popular and everyone had made money?

In other words, Lao Tzu was pitted by Count Bois?

Old Fern's face darkened.

However, after a closer look, he denied the idea.

- On the street, not a single pedestrian turned on the Internet.

If the Internet is really popular, this situation is too weird.

As he pondered, Old Fern hurried to his home, and when he passed by a cloth shop, the crowd in front of the door attracted his attention.

"What's going on? Has the price of cloth dropped?"

Old Fern grabbed the person at the end of the line and asked, thinking to himself, if the price is reduced, he will buy a horse for his daughter-in-law while he has money in his hand.

She had been muttering that she hadn't worn a new dress in years.

"What's the price, it's still the original price, 98 copper horses!" said the person in line casually.

"What? What did you say? 98 copper? No... Didn't it be more than two hundred coppers before?" said Old Fern with a look of astonishment.

"More than two hundred? You're not a local? This was the price from a week ago, don't you know? Lord Earl Bois is very kind, and the price of cloth has been reduced!"

Old Fern froze, intuitively he felt that there was something wrong with this, but he didn't know where the cat was.

He pondered for a long time and decided to go inside and have a look.

Maybe it's because the fabric is too bad.

When he stepped into the cloth shop and touched the fabric of 98 horses, he was stunned.

These fabrics are not good fabrics.

However, it's not bad, it's much better than low-grade fabrics.

The most important thing is that the fabric is very fine and regular, and it looks like the fabric woven by the most skilled weaver girl.

This kind of fabric, at least at the mid-range level.

The question is, how can this fabric be sold so cheaply?

Old Fern couldn't figure it out.

However, he still bought two horses and planned to give them to his daughter-in-law.

His family lives outside the city, a little far from home, and it takes too long to walk back.

He simply took a flatbed ox cart to pull goods, and relied on the eloquence he had trained in his mercenary career to easily kill five coppers to four coppers.

Then he staggered on a cart and rushed home.

On the way, the elder Fern talked about the changes in the city, intentionally or unintentionally.

The old man who drove the car also knew this, but he didn't know why.

It's just that everyone said that it was the Count of Bois, and the lord was kind!

However, when it came to this, the uncle sighed: "Master Bois is kind, and the Weaver Girl in ten miles and eight towns is miserable! Originally, the cloth could not be sold at a good price, and all the money earned was hard money." Well, now everyone's cloth can't be sold. How many people still spin on credit, you say, this is not a human life!"

Old Fern froze.

The uncle sighed again and said: "Now there is no one to weave, what can the weaver girl do? I can only grab work with other people, and now the laundry work has fallen down a copper and two clothes, and everyone is still rushing to do it, and the hands are slow, and they can't grab it." ”

"The widow of Mary in our village, who was famous for her weaving work in ten miles and eight towns, is no longer weaving, and went to dig out night incense with others, but she never returned, and when she came back, she said that she was favored by the people in the city. ”

"What's the catch, I think it's probably someone knocked a stick, and some bastards in the village said that they had seen her in the kiln, and I don't know if they were dazzled. ”

In the old man's chatter, the ox cart drove to the fork in the village.

It's time to get off.

Old Fern was silent for a moment, but finally counted out five coppers from his money bag and handed them over.

This copper, he is easy to earn, but the old man is not easy to earn.

When I got home, the old house was still the same.

When his daughter-in-law saw him return, she was surprised and delighted, and she wiped her tears in fear, saying that she thought she had been touched by the enemy.

If it weren't for the fact that her son had become a knight's servant, she would almost have planned to move here.

Old Fern didn't know how to comfort his daughter-in-law, so he could only pretend to be light-hearted.

For the cloth he brought back, his daughter-in-law unsurprisingly blamed him for spending money indiscriminately.

However, seeing that she kept measuring the new cloth afterwards, and took out some old clothes to compare their appearances, old Fern knew that she was still happy in her heart.

Dinner was spent in the midst of the old Fern daughter-in-law's joyful plan on how to use the new cloth.

After eating, Old Fern called his son, stared at his eyes, and said solemnly: "If you have the opportunity to become a mage master, would you like to?"

Little Fern froze.