The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

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There is no road in the mountains, but when many people walk, it becomes a road.

If Charles walked a few hundred meters further yesterday afternoon, he would have found his way to the city of Granada.

There were some small traps by the roadside that they had set up on the way, but there was no harvest today, only a pheasant was caught.

Halfway through the journey, Charles couldn't help but ask Huntington, "The herbs you pick are all poisonous, right?"

Huntington froze for a moment, then just shook his head silently.

When Charles saw this, he couldn't say anything. The herbs Huntington used were not commonly used to fight poison, and were often used instead of antibiotics to kill pathogenic bacteria in the patient's body.

In terms of antibiotics, Fleming's research in Xueling Village had been listed as top secret by the Elf Royal Court, and now Charles has no way of knowing the progress of the research.

The patients who take these herbs are competing with the pathogenic bacteria in the body to see who can survive. It depends on whether the patient can kill all the pathogenic bacteria before they die.

And this therapy needs to supplement the patient with enough nutrition, just looking at Huntington's patched clothes does not seem to provide enough food for the patient.

Just now, he and the little girl discussed how much the extra prey he could get this time could be exchanged for.

Charles asked Huntington again: "Are the people who are sick in your family?"

Huntington nodded silently.

Charles sighed, and then hung the bunch of fish "grapes" on Huntington's back basket.

Although the maid eldest sister took all the money from Sophia from Charles while wiping her oil, Charles, who knew that eggs couldn't be put in one basket, still made some preparations early in the morning.

Not to mention that when he first discovered that he was poisoned, he used the teleportation technique to teleport the necklace with the storage ring to a place half a meter deep underground, and he also put some scattered in the knife box, knife bag and backpack. spare money.

This string of fish was regarded as Huntington's reward for taking himself to the city, and this small amount of money Charles did not take seriously.

The world of adventurers depends on their strength to eat. Powerful adventurers can get high rewards for hunting ferocious monsters, while newcomers like Huntington, who can only collect fruits and catch some hares, pheasants and other prey, can only ensure make a living.

Huntington and the little girl beside him looked at Charles in surprise, and then the little girl quickly took down the bunch of fish "grapes" and gave it back to Charles.

Huntington said: "Thank you for your kindness, we don't have the money to pay the fishing tax."

Charles was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help the lords here to collect such a tax. Anyone who brought this fish into the city or passed the tax card would have to pay the tax. If the tax was not paid, it would be a scam to give the fish to others.

Even if he shows someone his identity as an earl, he can only reduce the tax, unless the two parties sign a tax exemption agreement.

Charles can only take the fish into the city.

It took them over an hour to climb over a small mountain, and then they came to a large road.

There were a lot of pedestrians on the road, and they seemed to be sturdy adventurers.

Seeing that these people were rushing forward, he asked Huntington out of curiosity, "Why are so many people going there today?"

Huntington replied: "Granada City holds a contest every three years at the end of June, and these people come to participate or watch the game."

Charles nodded thoughtfully, considering whether to earn a bonus or something.

This kind of competition is mainly based on martial arts, and the equipment and armor are provided by the organizer.

Ah Fu used to brag to Charles and Mira that he won a tournament when he was 18 years old.

The city of Granada is not small in scale. It is the direct territory of the Meseta royal family, but the city is managed by a fief noble, Count Henir, who has a fief nearby.

Charles couldn't understand what Juan was thinking, and he actually trusted the Earl of Henir to such a degree that he was not afraid of rebelling.

However, Earl Henir is still a bit level in city management. At this time, there are many people and cars entering and leaving the city gate, so the city gate is surrounded by a large circle of wood walls, and then the wood wall opens several times like a high-speed toll station. a channel for inspection and tax collection.

Huntington and the others went to the exclusive channel for locals, and Charles could only honestly queue up at the out-of-town adventurer channel.

Charles soon found that the adventurers around were looking at him with the eyes of a fool.

He knew right away why this was happening.

"Fish is taxed by the strip?" Charles asked the poker-faced tax officer in front of him, dumbfounded. At first, he thought he was taxed by weight like other places.

The tax collector was a menopausal aunt with a writing pad and parchment in her hand, wearing a tax collector uniform with no pockets, tight collar and sleeves, and no buttons at the top.

The tax collector's uniform doesn't know who invented it, which means they don't hide their taxes when they collect taxes.

The tax officer's aunt glanced at Charles and said, "This is the first time? Then I'll treat you as if you didn't see it after you finish eating the fish."

Charles shook his head helplessly. He put the string of fish into the tax-paying basket amid the snickering laughter of the adventurers behind him, and then put aside the weapons on his body like the adventurers who had entered the city before. On the scales, he said, "Then I'll use them to pay the city tax on weapons."

At the same time, he complained about the strangeness of the city's tax system. It was the first time he had seen the operation of collecting weapons into the city according to their weight.

Fortunately, tax deductions in kind are allowed here. The tax officer aunt glanced at the weight on the scale and recorded a sum on parchment~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then waved Charles to get out of the way.

Naturally, these physical taxes will not be put in the warehouse, and there are already people waiting to buy the things they are interested in with the money. There are also people who specialize in purchasing food. They are all people in taverns and restaurants.

At this time, the day of the martial arts competition is approaching. There are many people on the street and there are many soldiers on patrol. The businessmen who follow will naturally not miss the opportunity to make money.

As a result, Charles was miserable. The high, middle and low-end hotels were full, and even the stables were full.

Charles originally planned to spend the night in the church where the temple was forged. Given his relationship with the Pope, the church would not refuse it. As a result, the place was already filled with dwarves who came from all directions to do business.

There are houses in the residential area that are willing to accept adventurers to stay, but Charles went for a walk and found that the "owners" of these "houses" were either a turbulent big sister or a thin-skinned younger brother. escape.

Just when Charles was thinking about setting up a tent outside the city, a very familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him at the same time: "Hey, Charles, why are you here?"