The bandits who are active on the border line are generally raiders and travelers who have plundered the past, and few have the courage to storm the town, after all, no matter how bad the border guards are, they are also the regular army of the empire, equipped with priests and knights, and there is really no pressure to kill some robbers who are not equipped with all the equipment.

Most of the robbers kept a low profile to avoid being targeted and targeted, but there were always some guys who were not afraid of death, burning and looting unscrupulously, and repeatedly challenged the majesty of the Duke of the West.

Without exception, these bandits are on the Most Wanted List in the West, and their avatars are printed as bounties and plastered all over the border towns.

On this shijie, there is never a shortage of adventurers who want to get rich overnight and become famous, and the heads of those bandits are the shortcut to their fame.

Even a five-year-old child knows that every bounty has a smell of blood that can't be washed away, both adventurers and bandits.

Under this brutal fighting, each of the bandits who survived was notorious and had a high bounty.

Ogre Tyson, nicknamed 'Iron Man', is a rising thief who likes nothing more than to kill his enemies and eat their ears alive for a bounty of 10,000 kindlands.

Rooney the Stormy Bear, nicknamed 'Balloon', killed the vanguard captain of the Knights of Arsenal with one shot when he debuted, and was thoroughly famous in the West, and the head of the Angry Regiment offered a high price of 50,000 Jindlands to reward his head, but the mercenaries who coveted this bounty all became the souls of Tyrant Bear's men.

"Tsk, it's already up to 150,000 Jindeland!"

Downton saw that Rooney's bounty was posted in the upper right corner of the billboard, which had been yellowed by the wind and sun, but the amount of gold coins marked was still clear and had not been torn off, which indicated that the bounty was valid and the bear was still at large.

A bandit who is 'worthy' of more than 10,000 yuan, no matter how bad his strength is, it is still a war level, and there is no suspense in killing Downton in seconds, so he continues to scroll down.

Minotaur Kita Village, Orc Female Shaman, Bounty of 5,000 Jindelan!

Downton sighed and gave up, the price of at least three hundred gold coins can be put on the bounty list, with his strength, he can't even get a trash fish worth ten gold coins, if he wants to live on the bounty, he must starve to death.

Returning to the humble cottage, in order to save money, Downton stopped cooking, nibbled on a piece of black bread, and thought about how to make money.

As a native of Frankfurt, he naturally uses the currency with the suffix Deland, a family of three, and the living expenses for a month are about fifteen Jindelan, but ordinary civilians have probably never seen gold coins a few times in their lives, and the commonly used one is silver Deland.

"I heard that the postman in the imperial capital can receive more than a dozen silver coins a day for tips alone, and I don't know if it's true or not!" Downton shook his head, threw away his unrealistic illusions, and prepared to go out to find odd jobs.

At this time in the past, Downton had already packed his parcel and embarked on the journey to deliver the letter, but in the future, he would never have to do it again.

"Three years as a postman!"

Downton, who was walking on the street, suddenly idle, very unaccustomed, but more embarrassed, relying on these legs to deliver letters, he supported his sister Elaine for her to be admitted to the most famous St. George's School of Magic in Frankfurt, and he had feelings for this job.

If it weren't for Ballmer's frequent fault-finding to the point of being out of control, Downton felt that he would probably be a postman for the rest of his life.

"Where have you been, I've been looking for you for a long time!" Justin shouted when he saw Downton, and behind him, there were six postmen, all of whom had a good relationship with each other.

"What's the matter?" Downton looked at the corners of Will's swollen mouth and frowned, "Why don't you go home and rest?"

"I hurt you!" Will felt guilty.

"Don't blame yourself, Ballmer wouldn't have let me go without you. Downton smiled open-mindedly and patted him on the shoulder, "You think I'm going to starve to death if I can't be a postman?"

"How is it possible, you are the fox of the Western Realm!"

"It's just that your name as the first postman is going to be removed!"

The teenagers chattered and shouted nicknames for Downton, and hearty laughter could be heard far away in the drizzle, and although the way of comforting their friends was clumsy, it undoubtedly represented a sincere friendship.

"Let's go, please go to the Golden Ivory Tavern for a big dinner!" the tall Durham punched Downton in the chest and put his arms around his shoulders.

"Forget it!" Downton refused, everyone was an ordinary child, not rich at all, and there was a tavern to afford.

"Look down on us!" Durham hugged Downton tightly, preventing him from breaking free, and the other teenagers pushed and shoved in the back.

"The technique you taught us to pick up the nearest mail is worth a hundred meals!"

The boys were genuinely grateful to Downton, and each of them had received his favor, all of them as postmen he had brought out with his own hands.

Located in the northern part of the Western Continent, Frankfurt is a third-class country in terms of overall national strength, and is often referred to as poor and backward.

Excluding the royal capital circle, the remaining territory is divided into four major realms: east, west, south, and north, which are the hereditary territories of the four dukes.

The town of Morningmist is located in Redwood County, belonging to the Duke of the West, Placido, and all the taxes paid by Downton every year go into the family's purse.

In the Fifth Continental Holy War 10,000 years ago, the Dragon Hills were one of the main battlefields, and they were once bombarded by the Dragon Legion under the command of the Red Dragon King, and the adjacent Sequoia County was also affected.

It is said that under the ravages of tens of thousands of fire-based magics, the entire county was razed to the ground, and it was not until the founding of Frankfurt and the migration of displaced people that it was slightly regained its vitality.

Even today, 10,000 years later, many crops cannot be cultivated, and even the most resilient oats can only be harvested once a year, and most of the grains are shriveled, like malnourished lean beggars.

Fortunately, the border residents do not rely on farming to make a living, in the underground of Morning Mist Town, there are rich magical energy veins, otherwise the king would not have migrated the displaced people, but with nearly a thousand years of mining, the veins are gradually drying up, and the border economy is becoming more and more depressed, causing more young people to choose to leave home and go to the big city to beg for a living.

Too many abandoned mining towns, like lonely ghosts, towered over the border lands, becoming a lair of monsters, bandits, and outcasts, making Redwood County even more dilapidated and chaotic.

Passing through the vast Sunset Wasteland, is the Orc Empire, where ivory, animal skins, demonic blood, and other specialties can make merchants make a lot of money after being sold to the Human Empire, so this trade route arose.

As a large supply point in Zuihou into the Sunset Wasteland, Morning Mist Town is full of merchants, mercenaries, and adventurers flock to every corner of the town during the peak season, and several taverns are even more crowded.

As soon as Downton stepped into the Golden Ivory Tavern, a cacophony of alcohol and sweat hit his face, causing him to frown slightly, he really didn't like this kind of noise.

A dwarf covered in mineral powder drank too much, fell drunk at the table, and fell asleep, completely unaware that the money bag had just been snatched by a thief.

The dancers stood on the high platform of the hall, tap-dancing to the sound of light music, and every time their snow-white thighs were raised, a series of whistles would be set off.

A few tasteless mercenaries crouched under the stage, tilting their heads back, trying to peek under the skirts of the dancers.

"Eight glasses of tequila spirits!" Justin shouted to the waiter, and the order was clearly not missing.

Among a group of teenagers, he is a very playful one, and he is not very frugal, so he has to find someone to borrow money to live in the second half of every month.

"Go sit down!" Durham found a few empty seats and pulled Downton by the hand, only to take a few steps and find that he hadn't followed.

"What's wrong?" Justin followed Downton's line of sight, "Hey, a down-and-out traveling merchant, what's there to see?"

"You go first, I'll see what they sell!" Downton dodged a few drunken guests and walked to the corner where the merchant was setting up a stall.

It was a pretending mysterious fellow, dressed in a black robe, cloaked, and his entire face hidden under a hood, his lungs were supposed to have been injured, and every breath he breathed made a snorting sound similar to that of a broken bellows.

On the floor was a stained bohemian blanket with a mechanical pocket watch, huge colored feathers, and striped stones......

Without exception, they are all goods that look slightly mysterious.

"A broken piece of wood, you actually cost a hundred kindlands, you are poor and crazy, aren't you?" a fat merchant foamed at the mouth, belittled, but did not put down the totemic wood in his hand, groping carefully.

The merchant did not speak, not even raise his head.

"Hey, don't pretend to be mysterious, this method can't deceive me, a fixed price, ten silver derans, I want it." The merchant's glass-spherical eyes rolled and he fiercely lowered the price.

There are more than a dozen guests next to them casually looking at the goods, but they are not very interested in shopping, they can be regarded as going south and north, and have seen a lot of the world, like the merchant in front of him pretending to be a mysterious dress, and he also deceived those hillbillies who have never been far away.

"Thirteen silver derans, no more. "The fat merchant raised the price.

"Grande, you are also the number one merchant in our Morning Mist Town, worth millions, as for scheming with a down-and-out businessman?"

"You know a fart, every copper plate should be spent on the blade, if the value generated is not doubled, it is a loss!" Grandet stretched out his thumb, shaved the two neatly trimmed beards under his nose, and made another offer, "Okay, I lost, twenty silver deran, I really can't do more." ”

The Traveling Merchant didn't speak, but shook his head.

Downton's gaze fell on a book in the upper left corner of the blanket, about six centimeters thick, the size of A3 paper, with a leather cover that was very old, covered with grease and black dirt, and even dark red blood spots.

Unlike his peers who like to play, Downton spends the rest of his time reading in addition to working to earn money and exercising to absorb magical energy.

"Do you really think that you are a traveling merchant with one of the five most mysterious legends on the mainland, and the goods you sell are all rare legends? Thirty silver deran, if you don't let go, I won't want it!" Grande gave an ultimatum, staring at each other with a pair of small eyes, trying to find the bottom line of the price.

"Seems interesting!" Downton bent down to get the book, but one hand was quicker and one step ahead!

"This book, I want it!"

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