Knight Town

Mason has been thinking about one thing, that is, what should he do with his own essence.

The World Tree gave him a variety of powerful vests, allowing him to be active in various factions. The achievements he could make in the future were visible to the naked eye, and even the most brilliant geniuses of all times would bow down before him.

Unlike the vests, Mason is an ordinary person.

He is not a bloodline person, does not have a smart mind, is an ordinary person who has just been freed from the black mist curse, is even more fragile than others, and has an unknown device in his body. Apart from the World Tree, his only advantage is that he is a descendant of the nobility and can enjoy a relatively affluent life.

Is that enough?

Even if the vest dies, it will not affect the original body. He can use the vest to take risks and isolate the original body from danger forever. No one would have thought that such a boy would be the planner behind the Guardian of the World Tree.

This is also the reason why Mason was reluctant to let the vests have anything to do with the original body in the beginning.

But now, Mason no longer thinks so. Since he wants more than just to survive, he needs strength. Not only the vest, but also his body needs to be strong.

In the gorgeous bedroom, the young man sat at the table, thinking hard over the parchment in front of him. The tip of the pen spread a small black dot on the paper, and then quickly wrote a string of words that did not belong to this world.

[…I need a place to serve as a demonstration, so that others can see the possibility of change. Cross Territory is the best example. I want to make the territory strong, gather talents, funds, and industries. I will set the first small goal first. I want to make Cross Territory the most developed town in the south.]

Staring at the Chinese characters he had written, Mason saw the face that had merged into the bark of the tree. In his memory, Amira was looking at him quietly, smiling and encouraging. The sun shone in from the window. It was a fine day with no clouds in the sky.

"I hope everything goes well."

The boy muttered to himself and looked up at the sky outside the window. Unlike Oreius, what he saw was an endless blue sky with white clouds and the sun shining brightly.

…

On a wild road outside the city of Ya'an, a businessman in a black robe was hurrying along.

He walked instead of taking a car. Although the sun was blazing and hot, the businessman did not seem to sweat much.

There are many small villages between Cross Territory and Ya'an City. The fields in early autumn have already turned slightly yellow, and are a little more withered than a few months ago. Most of the villages nearby make a living by hunting, and only a few fields have been reclaimed, most of which are located by the river some distance away from the village.

A farmer driving a bullock cart passed by him and felt a little pity for the man who was walking on the hot day. He stopped his cart and asked loudly, "Hey! Outsider, are you going to Kaka Town?"

"I plan to go to Cross Territory. But before that, I will go to Kaka Town to replenish the necessary things."

A brisk voice came from under the hood, and the speaker raised his head slightly, revealing a face that startled the farmer. He looked at the strange mask on the stranger's face hesitantly, and in his heart he had already regretted his soft heart just now.

"Are you a bloodline person?"

“No, I’m a businessman.”

The farmer was a little unconvinced: "I have seen merchants before, and they always come with carriages and goods. How come you come empty-handed?"

The black-robed businessman vowed: "That's because I am a real businessman. Unlike them, even if I have nothing now, I will accumulate immense wealth sooner or later."

Well, another young guy who got carried away.

The farmer shrugged his shoulders and judged the other person's character in just a few words. Every year, there are a few young people who think they can make a fortune, but reality will tell them how cruel it is. People like them who roll around in the land will find it difficult to crawl out of the ditch in their lifetime unless they become blood relatives.

His tone became relaxed and helpless, as if he was talking to a younger generation who was in trouble but was too embarrassed to ask for help: "Okay, future big businessman. It's quite far from the town. Do you want me to give you a ride?"

"That would be great if you could, thanks for your help!"

The merchant happily got on the cart, not minding the roughness of the discarded hay. Seeing that he was seated firmly, the farmer whipped his long whip and drove the cart skillfully. The three-horned ox walked docilely at a slow and steady pace.

The cows in this world are much bigger than those in the previous life. They are as big as a small car, and even a single-horse cow is incredibly powerful. They are very obedient under the farmer's whip. The cool breeze blowing in my face is particularly pleasant.

It is easy to get people talking in such a situation. The farmer calmed down and asked casually, "Are you going to the knight town? I heard that it is very lively there recently and they are preparing to open a new town."

Generally speaking, each viscount should have three to five towns under his name, and the former Cross County was no exception. But with the departure of the barons, the towns without bloodline had to be abandoned. Therefore, now there is only one town left in Cross County, guarded by Ronald. In view of Ronald's occupation, the people nearby simply call it the Knight Town.

The Cross couple had a special bloodline, and they both shared the title of Viscount. They were more powerful than Viscounts from other places. Previously, the territory was in disrepair because of the delay of having an heir, but now that the worry was solved, the two of them were full of energy and immediately began to rectify the order of the territory when they returned.

Count Yaan had considered this point before, and thought it was most appropriate to place the Chamber of Commerce in the desolate Cross Territory. The profiteer listened to the driver talking about the town, the customs and habits of Kaka Town, and the recent taxes and monsters. Even a few words of agreement made him feel very comfortable. When they arrived at the place, the farmer looked at him with a much kinder look.

"This is Kaka Town. I need to get some more water. Just get off the car and walk inside."

The farmer stopped the cart in front of the town gate, and the black-robed merchant thanked him: "You provided me with the ox cart, so I should pay you. Well... you look like you have a bad back, so let me use this as a reward."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pain in the farmer's waist miraculously disappeared. The farmer was shocked to feel a relief he had never felt before. Years of hard work in the fields had left him hunched over, causing serious injuries. But he didn't show it in front of the other person. How did this person know?

Without waiting for him to ask, the black-robed merchant bowed to him. The smiling face on the white mask was brilliant, and he turned around and disappeared silently into the street.

Kaka Town is an ordinary town.

Unscrupulous businessmen strolled the streets, examining every corner of the place.

It has all the facilities a town should have: houses, hotels, dessert shops, clothing stores, weapon shops...but other than that, it has nothing.

It has no characteristics, nothing outstanding, and is exactly the same as every other village in this land. It is difficult to find anything special or wrong with it.

The people who came and went were all dressed in linen clothes, and their conversations were all about their work for the day. There were not many people in the town, and the outsider who was dressed tightly was particularly conspicuous. People who came and went couldn't help but secretly look at him, but the merchant himself walked through the streets by himself, ignoring everyone's gaze.

Soon, he found his target. The businessman stopped at a street suitable for setting up a stall. He looked left and right and saw a small car with a sign on it coming out from somewhere.

The car looked like it was close to being scrapped, with many dents on it. The wooden sign read "Shop of a Swindler" in a crooked manner, with the edges blurred to the point of being almost indistinguishable. It was so shabby that one could not help but suspect it was a shady shop.

The shop owner didn't care, he put the small bottles on the shelf. Liquids of different colors bubbled up and reflected a gorgeous luster under the light, which was particularly eye-catching.

This was indeed an unusual combination. Passersby looked at it for a long time, but no one dared to buy anything. The merchant didn't care. He found a wooden stool and placed it in front of the car. He sat on it and started to look after the store. Everyone who passed by would notice this corner. After an unknown amount of time, a little girl finally came over and stared at the black-robed merchant.

She was thin and small, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a pair of striking blue eyes and black hair braided into a long braid. She wore a gray linen dress with a brown apron and carried a bamboo basket filled with flowers. She looked around the goods with curiosity and was not afraid to look the merchant in the eye.

"Sir, what is sold here?"

“It depends on what you can offer. If the customer wants something, we can sell it.”

The other party answered her with a smile, and the girl mustered up her courage: "I, I have a necklace that I really like."

It was a really beautiful necklace. It was placed on the shelf of the jewelry store, made of shells and corals, and dotted with tiny crystals. The girl fell in love with it at first sight, but unfortunately the price was too expensive for her, and she had not yet saved enough money to buy it.

For the girl, it should have been a beautiful hope. But she was going to go on a date recently, and she wanted to show her best appearance in front of the person she liked. Unfortunately, the jewelry store did not allow cashback, so she could only leave in frustration and accidentally discovered this small shop.

She didn't want to buy the necklace, but just wanted to find a similar cheap alternative. The girl intertwined her fingers and timidly asked, "I don't have much money, but I have a lot of beautiful flowers at home, which are very popular. Just give me some time..."

"Of course, my dear lady. As your first customer, you will enjoy a discount. In addition to your flowers, you also have a very beautiful black hair. I would be happy to exchange it for you."

The girl was extremely surprised: "Really? You don't need me to pay?"

The businessman behind the car smiled and replied: "Of course, this is a promotion."

The girl hesitated for a moment, then took out the best flower from the basket. The fiery red roses were gorgeous, and each petal was gracefully stretched out. Under the girl's expectant gaze, the merchant accepted the beautiful bouquet of flowers.

It only took this strange businessman ten minutes to get into the social circle of the town. He could always get the information he wanted from everyone. He learned from the gossipy old lady that the blacksmith's wife was arguing with him. After visiting the blacksmith with flowers, he exchanged the flowers for a dagger. He exchanged the dagger for a fur from a hunter who needed a weapon, and then exchanged it for a gauze towel at the tailor shop where he received the goods.

Then, the profiteer used the veil to exchange for half a jar of honey from the beekeeper who needed it, and then used the honey to exchange for limited-edition snacks from a dessert shop that was in urgent need of ingredients. He then gave the snacks to the owner of the jewelry store who particularly liked this kind of sweets, in exchange for the necklace that the girl liked.

Of course, there was also the unscrupulous business man's rhetoric. When the girl got the necklace, she couldn't help but look at the merchant with an incredible expression.

She couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried. She had only given a bouquet of flowers, so why did she get the necklace she wanted? Was this some kind of spell?

The black-robed merchant sent the girl away with a smile. As promised, he took away the girl's long black hair. After this example, the crowd of onlookers immediately rushed over and asked the merchant to buy what they wanted.

By the time he arrived at the Knight Town, the merchant had already visited one town after another. He came with nothing, but when he got on the bus back to the town, he brought two full suitcases with him, and his pockets were bulging.

The businessman, who had earned his fortune with his own hands, talked happily with the guide, as if they were good brothers who had not seen each other for many years. When they arrived at the knight town, the driver took the initiative to help him move his luggage and shared the wheat cakes made by his wife with the businessman as lunch.

After the helper left, the profiteer took his luggage and found his original target.

The Baron's mansion in the center of the town was still neat and tidy, and it welcomed a special guest today. The dozing servant was awakened by the knock on the door and hurriedly stood up to open the door.

The visitor had not knocked for the third time when he saw the door open. He handed a letter to the footman, who took it hesitantly and asked what he wanted.

"Hello, I am a businessman, and I am here to visit the Viscount. I have a letter from Earl Yaan, and I would like to ask the Baron to introduce me to him."

The young man's voice was neither high nor low, and his black hair was exposed from the gap in his hood. At least this suspicious outfit looked a little more human. The servant hesitated for a long time, and finally leaned over to show his permission.

"Please come in. The Baron is inside."