Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World Chapter 146: Dumping and change

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The currency of the United States of Carman is still worthless, and the lords of the Carman nobles don’t know;

But they know that Kervi's currency is really valuable!

Especially the virtual currency on the Internet Bank is more valuable! If you leave it there, you can increase the interest rate every day, and money makes money.

Waving these virtual currencies, you can buy almost everything you want in Vias.

Even source quality!

In this case, almost no nobleman can bear the temptation of profit.

Almost all formed teams secretly and poured into the [Fighting the Second Plane].

Or conquer Caesar Dumu, plunder wealth;

Or hunt down the green-skinned orcs to exchange for the elemental quality.

Old Fern is one of the members of the gold-making team formed by the Grand Duchy of Greg, Earl of Bayes!

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

At this time, the people of Earl Boyce suddenly came to him secretly and said they wanted to recruit him.

The two choices between a bag of silver coins and death threats, the grief-stricken old Fern had to choose the former. He had to consider his family, especially his son who had become a knight's servant.

When Old Fern stepped into the secret mansion of Earl Boyce and received the mithril ring engraved with interconnected magic, he was dumbfounded!

There is such a magical magic in this world?

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

If he could obtain interconnected magic when he was young, he was sure that his achievements would be more than just now!

His life will definitely be better!

But why doesn't he know?

You know, he is not a farmer who has lived in one place for a lifetime, he is a mercenary with a wide range of knowledge!

Don't think about it!

It must be the **** nobles, hide them!

That's right!

It must be so!

Old Fern thought to himself, and hated it.

In the days that followed, he helped Earl Beys hunt down the orcs to earn merit points, while secretly thinking about how to tell his son the interconnected magic.

He has been like this in his life.

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

Earl Boyce is very smart, he has signed a contract with everyone.

The contract stipulates that the secrets of the Internet are not allowed to be disclosed to anyone.

Under the constraints of contract power, Old Fern couldn't tell this secret at all.

However, by coincidence, he accidentally saw some tips on how to bypass the contract on the World Channel while rushing to the orc tribe.

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

"This is your salary. Go and get back quickly. You must report back on time tomorrow afternoon!"

It's another week to visit relatives.

"Yes, sir."

Old Fern nodded and bowed to receive his salary from the master housekeeper, and hurriedly left from the secret mansion of Earl Beys.

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

It had only disappeared for a week, and the changes in the city made him feel like he didn't recognize it.

There are many bicycles and tricycles on the streets.

These novelties always attract young children to stop and watch.

The streets become colorful.

Old Fern took a few steps before realizing it—it turns out that many pedestrian clothes have become beautiful.

Be aware that the streets used to be gray.

This kind of colorful and gorgeous clothes can only be enjoyed by aristocratic masters.

What is going on here?

Is it possible that during the time he disappeared, the Internet has become popular and everyone has made money?

In other words, Lao Tzu was pitted by Earl Boyce?

Old Fern's face darkened.

However, after careful observation, he denied this idea.

——On the street, no pedestrian turns on the Internet.

If the Internet is really widespread, this situation would be too weird.

Old Fern thought, hurried to his home, passing by a cloth shop, the crowd in front of the door attracted his attention.

"What's going on? The cloth price has dropped?"

Old Fern grabbed one person at the end of the line and asked, thinking that if the price is reduced, he would just buy a horse for his wife while having money in his hand.

She has been talking about not wearing new clothes for a few years.

"What's the price reduction, it's still the same price, 98 copper a horse!" the line-up person said casually.

"What? What did you say? 98 coppers? No...wasn't it more than two hundred coppers before?" Old Fern looked astonished.

"More than two hundred? You are not a local? These are the prices a week ago, don't you know? Master Earl Boyce showed kindness, and the price of cloth has been reduced!"

Old Fern was stunned. Instinctively, he thought it was tricky, but he didn't know where the trick was?

He pondered for a long time and decided to go in and take a look.

Maybe the fabric is too bad.

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

These cloths are not good ones.

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

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

This kind of fabric is at least mid-range.

The question is, how can this fabric sell so cheaply?

Old Fern couldn't figure it out.

However, he still bought two horses to bring to his wife.

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

He simply got on a bullock cart to pull the goods, and relying on the eloquence he trained in his career as a mercenary, he easily smashed the road capital of five coppers to four coppers.

Then he swayed in the cart and drove to the house.

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

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

It's just that people say that it was Lord Earl Boyce who showed kindness!

However, when it comes to this, the uncle sighed: "Master Boyce has shown kindness, and the Weaver Girl from ten miles and eight villages is miserable! Originally, the cloth could not be sold at a good price, and all he earned was hard money. Now it’s okay, everyone’s cloth can’t be sold. It’s a loss to sell at a discount~IndoMTL.com~ That’s a loss! How many people’s spinning yarn is still on credit, tell me, it’s not life-killing!"

Old Fern was stunned.

The uncle sighed again: "There is no one to weave now, what about the Weaver Girl? I can only fight for work with other people. Now the laundry has fallen into two pieces of clothes, and everyone is still rushing to do it. The hand is slow, I can't get it."

"The widow Marui in our village originally knitting by hand was famous for all the towns and villages, but now she doesn’t knit anymore. Fancy it."

"What do you think, I think it's probably because of someone knocking on a stick. Some people in the village said that I saw her in the kiln, and I don't know if I saw her."

While the old man was talking, the ox cart drove to the fork in the village.

It's time to get out of the car.

Old Fern was silent for a moment, and finally counted five coppers from the purse and handed them over.

He is good at earning this copper, but the old man is not good at earning.

Back home, the old house remains the same.

When his wife saw him coming back, she was surprised and delighted, she wiped her tears with horror, saying that she thought she was touched by the enemy's revenge.

If it hadn't been for her son to have become a knight's servant, and the roots are here, she would have almost planned to move.

Old Fern didn't know how to comfort his wife, so he could only pretend to be calm and indifferent.

As for the cloth he brought back, his wife, without accident, blamed him for spending money indiscriminately.

However, seeing her constantly measuring the new cloth afterwards, and showing some old clothes as gestures, Old Fern knew that she was still happy in her heart.

The family of three spent dinner in the old Fern wife's plan happily planning how to use the new cloth.

After dinner, Old Fern called his son, stared into his eyes, and said solemnly: "If you have a chance to become a master, would you like it?"

Little Fern was startled.