Loran Hill was thinking about whether to take out some [Blood Activating Potion] to sell, because this kind of potion does not require extraordinary abilities and is also very simple for her to make.
"Are you buying potions?" Loran Hill pulled out a deep red glass tube, the pure red color shimmering slightly. [Blood Activating Potion] (Perfect Bronze Level)
Hearing this, the clerk's expression changed subtly. He thought it was a big customer, but it turned out to be a self-proclaimed peddler selling medicines.
Normally workshops will not purchase potions because the origin of the potions is unknown and if something goes wrong, their reputation will be greatly affected.
"Does this lady have an alchemist's certificate?"
"Uh...no." The girl shook her head.
"I'm very sorry, but we don't accept items of unknown origin."
The clerk's face turned a little arrogant.
"All right."
The girl lowered her head and took back the potion in her hand. In fact, she still had several kinds of potions on her, including some of silver and gold grades, but they all required supernatural powers to be used in the process, so they could not be used for tasks.
It's really not easy for ordinary people to make money, he sighed in his heart, and then walked out of the alchemy workshop.
Let’s go to Vilga. The business there is more developed and there are many rich people. Let’s get some initial capital first, and then everything will be easy.
After communicating with Angus today, Loran Hill also learned about the various problems of the West Wind Kingdom and no longer had any hope for this country that was addicted to luxury and pleasure.
Three days later, the girl boarded a carriage heading south, bound for the Verga Business Alliance. Looking out the carriage window, she saw stretches of desolate fields lining the road. The few farmers she saw occasionally appeared with dull, gloomy eyes as they slowly turned the soil. From time to time, horsemen would arrive with whips to urge them on, sometimes even offering malicious lashes.
Looking at these gloomy scenes, Loran Hill shook his head, retracted his gaze, and no longer looked out the carriage window.
"It's very miserable, isn't it?" There were seven or eight people sitting in the traveling carriage, and a young man sitting opposite the girl spoke.
"I once lived a life like this." He looked out the window with a nostalgic look on his face.
"In the southern part of the kingdom, many people secretly cross the border every year and head to Wilga."
"There are very few farmers left, and a lot of land has become barren."
"The nobles in the city don't care about this. They must collect grain and taxes every year without any reduction."
"The people below don't do any work themselves, but supervise the farmers all day long. If they slack off, they'll be beaten. This is how they can barely make ends meet."
"If this continues, it will collapse sooner or later, right? It will be even more difficult for the remaining people, and they will have to keep escaping or exploding." The girl said doubtfully.
"Yes, but this situation will change soon." The black-haired young man said firmly.
"How can we change? Those nobles won't change their ways so easily, right?"
Loran Hill didn't quite understand why the young man in front of him was so sure.
"You'll understand after a while."
The young man smiled mysteriously, his eyes filled with fanaticism and admiration.
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Early morning in Nidshire, northern West Wind Kingdom.
Countless wooden towers were built in the endless wilderness. A huge bonfire was lit on each tower, and the firewood was crackling. Under the towers were neatly arranged gray tents, but this was not the point.
In the middle of the wilderness stood approximately 50,000 black-armored warriors, arrayed in neat square formations. Silent and solemn, they stood tall, awaiting orders. Flags of various colors and emblems fluttered slowly in the morning mist, representing the countless families and peoples of the region.
In front of the vast parade grounds stood a high platform built of huge stones, where a dozen armored figures waited quietly. Some were minor nobles from Ned County, some were soldiers from the kingdom, and many were commoners from this land.
They gathered together today not for fun, but to carry out a major event that concerns life and death. This is not only related to whether the families present can survive in the future, but also directly affects the future destiny of nearly 10 million people in Nied County.
That's right, they are going to raise their banners today and launch an uprising and rebellion against the kingdom's centuries-long rule!
It wasn't they who chose their fate, but rather the millions of people of Nidshire who chose them. These uninhibited mountain dwellers, who had inhabited this land since ancient times, were known for their generosity. Since the kingdom conquered this land, mining and quarrying have provided Nidshire with vast quantities of steel and precious metals for its rise. However, the people of Nidshire have not received adequate rewards for their hard work and dedication. Most of the profits have gone to the kingdom's great nobles, while the tasks assigned to Nidshire have become increasingly numerous.
These hardworking mountain dwellers risked their lives digging in the pitch-black mines, hoping only to feed their wives and children and ensure their aging fathers had a good meal. But even this modest wish had been cruelly shattered. The West Wind royal family had raised taxes again, demanding more ore and steel this year to craft armor and equip the army to suppress the civil unrest. Failure to meet these targets would result in execution, and this proved to be the final stone that broke the camel's back.
A man in full black steel armor stepped onto the stage. He took off his helmet, revealing his face, which bore a scar on the left side. This mature and fierce-looking man was none other than Pullman.
Pullman, the once naive boy, had now grown steady and powerful. He held his greatsword, thrusting it upside down on the stone platform, and slowly surveyed the determined warriors. Like him, they were born and raised in this land, and today they were about to sacrifice their lives for it.
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