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The coin itself is shiny and has been slightly covered with a layer of black dirt due to a period of misstorage, and there are traces of shear around the edges, making it look not very symmetrical.

In the center of the coin is a portrait of the rumored 'Conqueror' Teller, who once unified the entire Tempestal Plains and expanded outwards to establish a kingdom of the purest form of blue blood.

This is also the largest unit of currency that William can have.

As for Kindron on it, he probably only dared to think about it in his dreams.

"I'm a family with four walls......"

Wu Ming looked around and sighed a little speechlessly.

Before you know it, it's late at night.

A dark shadow ran out of William's cabin, deftly dodging the watchbolt and slipping out of the town through the corner.

"It's really ...... to be so troublesome to hunt"

Wu Ming was running in the shadows while thinking helplessly.

His body is still an ordinary person, he needs salt and medicinal materials, and he can't live a life of drinking blood.

But it's not so easy to get ahead in the town, even if it's just a little out of the ordinary.

The tax officer waving the tax bill will teach you to be a new person in minutes.

Even when he was hunting, he could set up a name and collect a bunch of hunter's taxes, slaughter taxes, etc., which was almost instinctive for the officials, because most of the income would go into his own pocket.

As for the law?

I'm sorry! The entire barony, except for the freedmen's self-cultivated land, was owned by the baron himself, and the same was true of the arable land, as well as the jungle and the game!

What the baron says, is the law! And as a tax officer, you have the right to interpret the law at will!

Those civilians who don't even know the written word, where do they have the courage to confront the official?

In the case of class asymmetry, what if the truth is grasped?

It's like Rorian, even if he hunts some prey casually, the sheriff and the tax collector will treat it as if they didn't see anything, but William just can't!

The more ignorant and backward the world, the more terrible the restrictions on the lower classes!

In the eyes of the 'lords' of the barony, it is almost desirable that all the people of the barony should be turned into serfs and livestock who only know how to work.

"I'm a little sensitive right now...... There is no backstage, so it's better to keep a low profile......"

After walking for more than half an hour, Wu Ming finally came to his destination, a dense jungle.

There are always small animals here, and it is a paradise for hunters in the town, of course, it is very dangerous to go deeper, and you may encounter wild people and cannibals.

"The path to the common people in this world is too narrow, and they must become nobles! Only then will you have the opportunity to show your ambitions! ”

Wu Ming's eyes flashed: "Of course...... It's a very difficult road, and you have to master the power first! The most basic thing is to take care of this body! This requires eating salt and meat! ”

The salt used by the civilians of this world, if it is really not to be said, Wu Ming can only buy it and purify it for himself once, just for his own consumption.

As for selling? Patent? Profiteering?

That's really thinking too much, before he becomes a nobleman and has his own territory, Wu Ming won't fight this idea at all.

If he could take the opportunity to dedicate this small skill to the baron or something, as a promotion rank, he would already feel that it was quite a bargain.

Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

The jungle is quiet at night, with the smell of grass in the breeze and the sounds of unknown birds.

Wu Ming focused all his attention on his five senses, and the keen perception brought about by the possession of the True Spirit made his ability in this area extremely good, even some excellent scouts and wanderers could not compare.

He landed softly, without making a sound, and most of his figure was hidden in the darkness, as if he were sneaking.

Syllable!

Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, a simple slingshot in his hand started in an instant, and a stone whistled and sank into the grass, and he screamed.

"Grey feather turtle dove?"

He turned over the grass and saw a bird in the shape of a dove, covered in gray feathers, with a little blue on its back and neck, and a ring of feathers around it.

"Harvest ......"

Wu Ming looked at the jungle as if he were looking at an untapped treasure.

Half an hour later, on the edge of the stream.

A pile of gray feathers and entrails were gathered up and carefully buried.

The original turtledoves were washed and peeled, wrapped in a layer of leaves, coated with mud, and slowly simmered in the fire.

This is the method of turning chickens into chickens in the local law, and it is just right to use it for emergency relief when there is no pot.

After the meat was cooked, Wu Ming opened the fire, took out six or seven mud balls, and smashed the shell, and a layer of meat fragrance suddenly overflowed, making people salivate.

"Not bad......"

Although the seasoning is only salt, the taste is still very delicious, smooth but not greasy, and with a slight shake, the bird meat and the skeleton are naturally separated, with a peculiar fragrance.

After eating five or six turtledoves in a row, Wu Ming got up, touched his stomach, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"In the past, William was poor and poor, and he rarely even ate meat, although he exercised his muscles from farming, he was all from depleting his potential and lifespan, so he should slowly replenish his ...... at this time."

After eating and drinking, he began to collect specimens of various plants and animals in the jungle.

As a generation of immortals and alchemy masters, simple drug preparation is naturally difficult for him, as long as he is familiar with the medicinal properties of this universe, he can naturally configure the most basic medicine.

Wu Ming shuddered a little at the thought of the treatment method of the doctor in the town, who was a part-time scholar.

William's healer only knew four ways to cure diseases: vomiting, catharsis, bloodletting, and anesthesia with devil flowers......

You can imagine what a pit!

Basically, even if other people in the town encounter diseases, most of them are fighting on their own, of course, Wu Ming guesses that there is another reason, that is, they don't have enough money......

"From the beginning, from the very basics, understand the rules of this universe ......"

"Also, exercise this body well, and at the same time look for clues to the supernatural power, which is the power rules of this universe......"

Wu Ming silently made plans for himself in the future.

Anyway, he has a long life, and this thing is not in a hurry at all, so he can figure it out slowly.

……

Spring goes and autumn comes.

Soon, months passed.

Outside the town, large fields of oats are harvested, and the golden ears of wheat are blown by the breeze and spread out like waves, bringing the joy of a good harvest.

At this time, the only mill in the town began to work day and night, and the town's tax collector watched meticulously.

He was collecting the mill tax, and according to the law of the realm, each lord used the mill once, and a tenth of the wheat flour that was ground went into the baron's pocket as a tax, which was a great source of wealth.

The usually quiet mill is bustling at this time.

In William's memory, this place in his spare time was the best place for all the wild mandarin ducks in the town to cheat, and I don't know how many boys and girls have become men and women here.

Of course, Wu Ming would not consider these at all at this time.

After collecting what he had gained, he pulled out the broken iron sword in front of his hut and began to train meticulously.

"Forward stab!"

"Heavy split!"

"Roundabout!"

"Block!"

……

He sweats like rain, eats a full meal every day, and has a lot of nutrients piled up, which is more and more erect height, as well as strong and strong muscles, and his eyes are bright, not the weakness of overdrawing vitality before, but the strength that comes out of his bones.

William, who is full of masculine charm, naturally attracted a lot of attention.

At least Wu Ming felt that when he walked on the street, he received more 'attention gifts', and Sophia from Aunt Luoya's family often came to him under the pretext of excuses.

"Hey! William! ”

Just as Wu Ming had practiced a set of swordsmanship that he had modified, the two teenagers came over excitedly to say hello, and they couldn't help but applaud.

"That's amazing...... Can I touch it? ”

A boy with freckles on his face and a gray body swallowed his saliva, looked at the broken sword in Wu Ming's hand, and said excitedly.

"Of course, little Ava, but you have to be careful, it's heavy and sharp, and if you're not careful, you can hurt someone!"

Wu Ming handed the hilt of his sword to Ava, and the other boy immediately had a look of envy on his face.

"Alright, little Alan, you can also try it if you like......"

He touched Allen's little head, watched the two of them play excitedly, and turned in another direction: "Good day, Instructor Rorian!" ”

His real guest stood just outside the fence with a look of amazement on his face: "William...... Your swordsmanship ......"

Wu Ming scratched his head: "This is a little routine that I have explored myself, what does the instructor think?" ”

At this time, he was like a cramped and restless youth.

"Very good...... Very good......"

Rorian was speechless.

Although the key to Wu Ming's swordsmanship is breathing coordination, groping for the muscles of his whole body, several ways of exerting power are also extremely perfect, which amazes the experienced Rorian.

"You have a talent for a warrior!"

He approvingly: "Just need a chance!" It's coming! ”

"I'll ask the instructor for a drink!"

Wu Ming smiled slightly, both of them knew what the other party was talking about.

A moment later, at Aunt Roya's hotel, Wu Ming ordered beer and barbecue, sat opposite Rorian, and ate and drank slowly.

Even if the wealth is not revealed, but once or twice so occasionally, it is Rorian who invites it, and no one will suspect anything.

"Sorry......"

Rorian spoke first.

"If it was the last time, then you don't have to...... After all, the end of the war is good for us! ”

Wu Ming smiled.

This is naturally a follow-up to the last war.

Viscount Garcia is a wise and brave nobleman, who has already tested the bottom line of the princes of the Wind Firefly Plain, and did not increase the war, but wisely chose humility.

The war could not be fought, and a large number of prisoners of war were released after receiving the ransom, so Rorian's previous promise that was not a promise naturally fell through.