Chapter 230 230. Why are all dragon slayers boys?
Morning Light City, Brave Tavern.
There are a dozen or so wooden tables sparsely placed in the small space.
This is a bungalow with only one floor.
The broken tables, chairs, doors and windows, and the dark ground seemed to be coated with a layer of grease. If you were not careful, you could easily fall down when walking on it.
The mottled walls were covered with moss, and the corners were full of spider webs. You could faintly see colorful spiders crawling on the webs.
"Joe, your shabby bar should be renovated." said the drunkard, burping.
The old man with a goat-like white beard wiped the wooden wine glass without caring: "I sell wine, not decoration and service. Anyway, I guarantee the cheapest price here. You can come if you want."
"Tsk, when I have money, who will want to come to your place?" The drunk buried his head in his arms.
At this time, the sky was just getting light. After a night of partying, most of the drinkers had left.
The pub closes between seven and eight in the morning.
The tavern owner's daughter came to help her father clean up the place.
The venue must be cleaned up within an hour and then business can resume.
The tavern also does good business during the day, selling fruit wine, which is more profitable. There are also bards who come here regularly to read newspapers.
The Fulinbao Weekly, whose strange stories are very popular.
Every time the bard read the newspaper, he would attract hundreds of people to watch, especially some legendary novels, which always made people fascinated.
"A crazy black dragon attacked the town. Its scorching breath set the houses on fire. The flames shot up into the sky and burned fiercely. In a blink of an eye, the whole town was reduced to ruins. The archers in the town kept shooting at the black dragon, but they could not penetrate its hard and thick scales. Each arrow was like a mosquito scratching an itch.
The black dragon blew out a breath of dragon's breath, and set several archers on fire, watching them howl and turn into ashes. Weak humans! The black dragon Dapnell roared, this was the ninth town it had slaughtered. To avenge humans and steal its most beloved gold treasure.
The dragon-slaying teams that came to attack were all wiped out.
Until a hero comes."
The old-fashioned dragon-slaying plot, the final fantasy battle. The black dragon Dapner was killed by the man, and his head became a trophy of the strong.
There was booing outside the stadium.
This story is good, but how can a man slay a dragon? This is obviously not in line with everyone's perception.
"I can't help it. Is that what's written in the newspaper? I just read it." The bard spread his hands.
"Let me see where you are." The tavern owner's daughter was named Chris. She had flaxen hair and had been exposed to writing before.
Her brows gradually furrowed. "Isn't this just nonsense? The author has no logic at all."
"I guess the author is a man! My men are like this, they like to brag about themselves but don't want to take responsibility. They can only think about it."
There were laughs of recognition from the onlookers.
"Next, there is another short story about a ghost who likes to sleep on people." The bard took the newspaper, cleared his throat and began to speak: "There was a drinker who came home drunk. He fell headfirst on his straw bed. In a daze, he felt something pressing on him. It was difficult to breathe and he couldn't open his eyes. Like a drowning man, he struggled frantically, but he couldn't wake up no matter what.
One day, two days passed, and people around him found it strange that the drunkard had black eyes.
Did you not sleep well? the neighbor asked.
No, I sleep for a long time every day, but I just feel like something is pressing on me.
I suggest you see a spell caster? suggested the neighbor.
Of course, the drunkard had no money to find a spellcaster, so he could only endure the hardship on his own. One day, he saw himself in the mercury mirror and fainted from shock. What did the drunkard see? Send your answer and address to the Fulinbao Newspaper Office for a chance to receive a beautiful gift." The bard scratched the hair on his cheek.
"This story is not interesting at all!"
"I have encountered it! Did I encounter a ghost?"
"The phenomenon of ghostly bed paralysis is very common, and usually only a spellcaster can solve it."
The drinkers started discussing that ghosts were like mosquitoes. Normal people would not be afraid of them, but would be very annoyed.
Therefore, various items for exorcising evil spirits will sell for a good price.
For example, a kind of precious jade can reduce the attacks of ghosts when worn. Ghosts generally hate the magnetic field of that kind of jade. Of course, it is ineffective against ghosts with deep obsessions.
"Well, that's the end of this story. Welcome to watch the next issue of Fort Fulin Weekly." The bard put the newspaper on the table.
A group of curious people gathered around and deciphered the words on it.
On the front are two pages of stories and illustrations, and on the sides are advertisements.
"Fulin Department Store is now officially open, with 10% off on all items."
Morning Light City, the downtown area with the largest flow of people.
A three-storey shop that is different from the surrounding buildings.
On the first floor, the daily consumables with the largest sales volume include salt, sugar, vinegar, wine, cooking oil, as well as biscuits, matches, paper, etc.
On the second floor, various clothing and bedding are sold.
On the third floor, porcelain, glassware, clocks, cement stoves, various tools, farm implements and other daily necessities are sold.
Almost on the opening day, the store's traffic reached an incredible level.
The caravan leader prepared to sell a month's worth of goods, but they were all sold out in a very short time.
Chenguang City has a population of 170,000. After hundreds of years of accumulation, the per capita wealth of its residents is higher than that of Donggang City.
As a border city, its internal civilian industry is not well developed, mainly focusing on military industry. It relies on taxes from other cities in the territory for support.
Fulin Department Store’s consumer goods are always popular at all times.
Three days later, all the goods were sold out, not even a match or a biscuit was left.
"If we had known earlier, we shouldn't have given a discount?"
"Yeah, I don't know what the young master is thinking. He insists on doing a marketing campaign. How can we worry about the sales of our goods?"
The next batch of goods will arrive in a week.
About every half a month, a caravan would leave Fulin Fort and arrive in this city after another half a month.
Because of the improvement of transportation vehicles, the travel time was shortened by nearly half.
The iron-wheeled carriage with rubber tires allowed merchants to rest inside the carriage.
After leaving the territory, the road is not easy to travel.
"It would be great if all the roads in the world were free to travel." An old friend of the Donghui Chamber of Commerce was holding a dark brown pipe, puffing smoke leisurely.
"How is that possible? This is unrealistic. Do you know how long this road is? It would probably take even a hundred years to complete the construction." The accountant in charge of the accounts sighed and shook his head.
Even though the goods were sold out, they could not leave and had to wait until the manager bought people before they could return.
(End of this chapter)
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