Chapter 741: 第739章 蝴蝶的翅膀在伯聂城闪动

Chapter 739 738.Butterfly’s Wings Flickering in Bernie City
Bernie City is the capital of the Kavhoka Great Plains region, since hundreds of years ago this land of abundant water and grass has become the continent’s famous grain-producing area, and in the past several Black Plagues this place has been a very important strategic area.

Even a hundred years ago when the King of Biting Bones ravaged the continent, the ravaged and miserable Kafka Hoka was among the first to be recovered.

Even the King of Biting Bones who used plague barrels to open the way did not wantonly destroy this place, because Lord Frederick knew very well that after the age of the jackals came, it still needed this place to provide food for its empire.

Now, Kafka Hoka has been occupied by Nordoff for almost half a year, and this area is still fulfilling its past duties, especially after a group of new lords were dispatched here, the ecology of this food-producing area not only hasn’t been destroyed, but instead, it is functioning more efficiently under the “new dynasty’s elegant government” of the new lords.

Of course, this is not to say that those northern lords how merciful, after all, since they occupied the area of Kavhoka region has not stopped rebellion, but this is not a bad thing for the Lords of the Lords, where there is a rebellion means that the place is not loyal to the Wolf Woman, we have to send the courage of the winter wolf army to send the rebels there to the sky.

Then, new fertile lands would be incorporated into the lords’ great estates and distributed to the loyal servants under their command.

In this way, the Yankee nobles and estate owners will be able to eat up the Kavkhokar and establish a relatively stable system of domination, as for those who were driven out of their own land because of the “rebellion” how to survive the winter, that is obviously not something the lords need to think about.

You see, there’s always a strong demand for young men and women in the marketplace of Berne, isn’t there?

Can’t you still sell yourself to become a serf on His Lordship’s estate if you don’t have land? Then how could the kind-hearted lords allow their slaves to starve or freeze to death?

You might even be assigned back to the small house you built with your own hands, return home in another capacity, and live a happy life of “no worries about food, clothing,” being “adopted,” and getting food for your work without worrying about accidents.

This is a beautiful thing!

As for those stubborn and stupid people who don’t want to sign the contract of sale. Where are the slave merchants? Why don’t you hurry up and take these guys away!

Isn’t there a war in Transylvania that needs men?
Let’s just send them over at a half-sale, half-gift price, and we can also brush up the goodwill of the Governor of Transylvania and His Excellency the Consul, it’s like killing two birds with one stone.

Kavhokar is free of the potential for rebellion, the lords are cleansed of recalcitrants so they don’t corrupt their honest serfs, Transylvania gets fresh cannon fodder, the Kingdom of Nordstorf makes an effort to fight the Black Plague, and the handlers get a well-priced commission.

You see, everyone was happy with that.

In short, after such a set of processes, the situation in this newly occupied area has been strangely stabilized since the beginning of winter, and the grain business in Bernie City has also gone on the right track after two or three months of depression.

Especially after Her Majesty, the gifted and intelligent Wolf Woman, signed a food security agreement with the Transylvanians, even those stale grains that couldn’t be sold after the delay have found a perfect outlet.

Moreover, Transylvania’s almost endless demand for all kinds of commodities had also stimulated the handicrafts and fledgling industries in and around Bernie City, allowing some merchants to get a chance to get rich overnight by sitting on the wind in recent months.

Even now, when the Black Plague was in full swing, when the last of the year’s three snowfalls fell on the plains, it was still as warm as spring in Bernie City, and the cold weather couldn’t overpower the merchants’ enthusiasm.

They were purchasing in the market, running around in the various manors, and searching in the fields.

At this time, as long as you send a cart of goods to Transylvania, you can earn a cart of profit, any ambitious merchant will not allow themselves to be idle in this winter of wealth, and this kind of fever from the bottom of their hearts also makes the whole city of Bernie as if “alive”, early in the morning began to bustle until the midnight hours will be quiet down.

“Why are you still looking out the window? You’ve been looking at it for three days now, aren’t you tired of it?”

On the fourth floor of a rented street-level residence on the outskirts of Bernie City’s largest grain trading market, a somewhat frail lady’s voice resounded in the room with a hint of reproach and dissatisfaction.

She said:

“Did you finish yesterday’s schoolwork? Bring it to me for inspection.”

“It’s right there on the table, see for yourself.”

The young girl who was lying by the window surveying the bustling trading market outside said without looking back, as if to her, those complicated, mysterious and wonderful spiritual energy studies were not at all as interesting as being here to watch the boatloads of goods being sent out along the river by the docks.

Those boats were going in a hurry.

They had to get the goods all the way down the Cadman River to the Andromeda Hills before the river froze over again, and then they could spend the rest of the ice age in that commercial town called Fort Rapids, and maybe even find time to play in the casino at Treasure Bay.

The young girl at the window wasn’t just watching.

From this young girl’s pair of eyes that glitter with wisdom, you can tell that she is observing these commercial activities to judge the current situation of the city of Bernie.

Her appearance was more or less different from the mainlanders.

Especially the skin color, the healthy wheat-colored skin was a bit on the darker side compared to both the white race of the Silans and the Nords, and even a bit darker than the yellow skin of the ancient country of Calum, but to be honest it wasn’t ugly, and this girl wasn’t very old, but her figure had already come out to be very exaggerated.

Her beauty wasn’t the dainty beauty of a great lady, it was more akin to the healthy beauty of constant exercise, a less appropriate description, this girl was like an athletic female warrior, full of the vigor of her youthful days.

She wore a very ordinary attire of a maid of honor, but there was a peculiar adornment on her coiled hair, something that was really not very Old World in appearance.

Behind her, in the somewhat old but very clean living room, a fireplace was burning to bring in heat to keep the room warm, while a tall woman dressed like a “charlatan” in an astrologer’s coat and witch’s hat coughed while sitting on the couch and picking up the young girl’s schoolwork.

After casually flipping through it, she confirmed her progress and stopped looking at the details.

She seemed to be low on energy and coughed a few times as a sort of command, causing the young girl by the window to grimace and turn back to the kitchen, where in a few minutes a hot tea with apple slices was delivered to her temporary master and tutor.

“That’s some grooming you’ve got going on there.”

The woman with the sickly face but not quite visible age sighed, popping a small potion bottle from her fingertips as if by magic and dropping a few drops of an oddly colored potion into the black tea before taking a sip from it.

It was hot tea!

It was absolutely scalding to drink, yet the not-very-healthy woman didn’t care.

She leaned back on the couch and waited for the potion to take effect, closing her eyes again and sighing:
“There probably isn’t any servant on this continent who would treat their master so nonchalantly as you do, this disguise we picked is really too bad, forget it, you can pretend to be my apprentice for the journey to Nordtorf territory afterward.

Remember to put on a mask and wear long clothes, this skin color of yours is a bit eye-catching, and it’s not like you’re willing to submit to an illusion potion.”

“Hey Lina, it’s not that I’m not willing to take your potion, but your potion doesn’t work on me at all, we’ve tried that before, haven’t we?”

The young girl crossed her arms and said with great dissatisfaction:

“Kurkan’s divine power is still protecting me, making it difficult for these mundane things to change my true form, it’s not my fault ah! Obviously, you were the one who patted yourself on the back and said that you could take care of everything after being rescued by me in the first place, but in the end, as the most powerful Spiritual Energy Lord in the Old Continent, you can’t even conceal the fluctuations of a mere divine power?”

“What? What did you say? I don’t think I heard you clearly just now… what?”

The woman leaning on the sofa exclaimed in a rough and ready stance:

“It’s really premature, it’s true that if you live long enough, you can see any crazy thing!
I can’t believe that a little young God Chosen said ‘mere divine power’ to me, so in your eyes, our Old Continent’s psychics are all monsters? Do you think that you can just find a random psychic on the road and easily deal with even the power of a god?

This is a deity we’re talking about, my dear Chuchoot.

Although I still to this day don’t quite understand what rank of existence the god you served before was, I can tell just from the little bit of divine power He left in you that He can’t be any weaker than the several deities currently in the Old Continent.

You really know how to give me a hard time.

Alas, if you really want to solve this trouble so desperately, then I suggest that you take a trip to Transylvania and look for the Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture Clan, Lady Tris. That Scarlet Witch who died for over a hundred years and then suddenly ‘resurrected’ is the most researched vampire on this continent with regards to divine power, she definitely has an idea.

The premise is that you can afford to pay the price.”

“Hmph.”

After being ridiculed by Lina for a while, the young girl stopped speaking.

The atmosphere between the two of them became dull, and after a moment, the girl called “Chuchuut” couldn’t help but speak:

“Are you sure this will work? Is there really a power in the land called Calum that can help me? I mean, apart from the horrible vampires, is there really anyone in the world who can help me and my suffering country?”

“I told you that when we set out.”

Lina, who was feeling a little groggy from the medicine as she closed her eyes and rubbed her bleary forehead again, said:

“Either south to the Land of Origins or east to the ancient land of Calum, those are the only two places within the boundaries of the Old Continent at the moment that can help me and you at the same time.

I left the choice up to you, you were the one who determined to go east, and to this day you won’t tell me the reason you don’t want to go closer to the Land of Origin, you seem to have a problem with the Sangha.”

“I told you, that is the realm of the sun and the moon!”

Chuchoot said with some irritation:
“But the land where the sun shines is likewise the realm of Kurkan, and my god warned me of the dangers of revealing my whereabouts if we went there! You, a woman with a terrible personality, can’t even comprehend the mission I’m on.”

“Ugh, it’s just the help and rescue thing again, I’ve seen it all too often Anyway, that’s it, let me get some sleep, go out and make some purchases and then we’ll continue on to the Great Wilderness and then over the White Mountains into the Dragon Emperor’s realm.

A hundred years ago I counted myself as a bit of a friend to the people over there, and now that I’ve fallen on hard times, I hope they’ll take me in as a homeless, widowed old man for old time’s sake.”

Ms. Lena leaned back on the couch already dozing as she waved her hand and said:

“Help me with the laundry, please.”

“Ah, damn, can’t you wash your own underwear? You need me to wash this stuff for you? You old continent psychics are too uncouth!”

Chuchoot burst into a rage.

But Lina had already pretended to be asleep and couldn’t hear her complaints.

No listening, no listening, the girl was chanting.

The young girl sighed helplessly, and although she wanted to continue her social observations, she understood that business was important.

This Lina fellow was rough around the edges, as lazy as she was, as bad as her style was, she did keep her word, and she had escorted herself all the way east ever since she had brought the fellow back to life on the shores of the Antani region.

Without the experienced Lina, there was no way that Chuchoot would have been able to evade the eyes of those who were secretly tracking her through the years of war and reach the city of Berne across half of the Old Continent.

Moreover, Chuchoot was a child who understood, she knew that Lina was actually badly injured and had to drink that strange potion every day to renew her life, the guy essentially died once, and although she didn’t tell the truth about her situation, Chuchoot could understand that Lina’s desire to go to the ancient kingdom of Calum was actually for the sake of saving herself.

Her situation was really bad enough.

“Ugh is this my fate?”

Chuchoot grumbled to herself as she went to the washroom to help Lina clean her robes, and while she was busy like a maid of honor, she was lamenting in her mind as to why her fate had taken a sharp turn for the worse.

Obviously, she was also a noble status in her hometown, a little public figure who was clothed and fed, ah, in these few short months, not only did she learn to cook by herself, but she also had to help others to wash their clothes, it’s really miserable.

“Dingdong.”

Just as the young girl was wailing sadly, the doorbell suddenly rang, making Qiu Qiu Te a jolt subconsciously gripped the ancient shaped obsidian short sword at her waist, a layer of reddish streaming light like the sun flickered on that hunting blade.

She calmed herself down and walked over to the door and asked softly:
“Who?”

“Room service, ma’am.”

A gentle voice rang out at the door, not much different from the room service of the previous two days, and Chuchoot was about to open the door, but just as she lifted her hand it was crushed.

She turned around to see that Lina was shaking her head and making a ducking gesture at her.

Chuchoot immediately clutched her head and crouched in defense, and the next instant .
Lina took a deep breath!

The high-ranking Thorn Assassins outside the door were still winking at each other when, caught off guard, the Dragon Breath spell erupted from across the door, with virtually no psychic fluctuation before its release, leaving the Assassins with no time to defend themselves before they were caught in the flames of the churning dragon’s breath.

They were vampires!

They were naturally afraid of this kind of high-level spells that came with horrible positive energy, and they were almost wiped out by the other side in a single glance.

The tumbling dragon’s breath poured out along the corridor on both sides, almost instantly igniting everything it could, and then setting the upper floor of the rented apartment ablaze in a bizarre explosion, forcing a surprise attack into a forceful assault amidst the chaotic screams.

But the vampires are facing Lina “Dragon Flame”!
The most destructive of the three towers of the Tower of the Ring, the former Master of the School of Plasticity, even if she has been tortured by her wounds to the point where she is only half alive, this kind of character is still not something that a few upper-class bloods can deal with in broad daylight.

After all, he started with the Dragon Breath Technique, which was basically equivalent to a walking humanoid fire dragon.

After easily repelling the vampire, Lina coughed as she backed up to the window while escorting Chuchuat, who had already backed up her backpack, and she said:
“Ahem, you’ve been watching the last few days, haven’t you? Now get an idea, little princess, where should we run?”

“Those ships!”

Chuchoot whispered:

“Jump off here and use a concealment spell to get into the market, steal some clothes and then get on the ship, I saw the poor serfs that will be transported to Transylvania on that ship, that’s obviously some sort of smuggling operation that must have gotten through to the local Thorn Clan.

They wouldn’t be searching those ships if they sent out a search party.

We can go to Transylvania first and take another route to the ancient kingdom of Calum, didn’t you say so? Crossing the Dark Mountains will also get us to the western border of the Empire.”

“I did say . But the Dark Mountains now, geez, will we have to face the Black Plague straight on again?”

Lina sighed:
“Forget it, it’s coming according to your idea, since we’ve already alerted the Thorn Clan, the Great Wilderness path is doomed, I can’t hold out much longer, you’ll take me after I jump.

Damn!
I knew it, I owe you that favor I’ll have to take my life to pay it back, if I can still salvage a life after today”

(End of chapter)