Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter One Hundred

There are two standards used by the people of Nabalun to distinguish between the "high-class people" in big cities and the "low-class people" in townships.

There are lights for lighting, gas for heating and water, and when asked for contact information, in addition to the home address, he can calmly report the landline phone number at home. This is a standard portrait of the middle class in a large city on the mainland of Barron.

Why add big cities before the middle class?

Because small towns like Carmor in the Principality of Szkéar and Westem in the Kingdom of Rhine, even if there are cheap (power plants near the big cities) near the big cities, some blocks can be connected to electricity, gas pipes and cables. There is no way to get a phone call-construction and maintenance costs are too high, and it is impossible for gas companies and communications companies to do this kind of loss-making business.

For example, in a large city like Innadali, there are only a few blocks that can meet the supply of electricity and gas, and the ringing of the telephone can only be heard in the wealthy districts.

If the vast majority of Inadri citizens want to contact their family members when they are away, the only means of contact they can count on are letters and telegrams—the latter must also be based on the premise that there is a telegraph bureau in the local area.

Of course, Westham does not have a telegraph office...Although Westham also has electricity on the block, the post and telegraph company does not believe that the business revenue generated by this small town can guarantee a return on investment-the post office income here can barely support the director With three postmen, the surplus sent to the headquarters was pitifully small.

However, in the past ten days or so, the Westham Post Office's life has been much better. A large number of letters went back and forth between Westham and Inner Deli, and many stamps were sold.

This morning, when the sky was dim, Posha Laurie, a twenty-three-year-old young postman, put on a windproof cloak and went out and rushed to the post office.

The postal industry in this world is not dominated by the state, but like electricity, gas, and wired telephones, it is arranged by large nobles with sufficient power in various countries, and it is a private profit-making unit.

The post offices opened in various places are like chain stores. The director is the store manager and the postman is the employee. They do not interact with the local administrative department. Even if the mayor wants to send letters and parcels, he has to pay honestly.

When Bosha Laurie entered the post office opened on the southern section of Martin Street, the director and two other old employees had also arrived.

After a brief greeting, the director began to assign work to the three postmen: "Laurie, you are in town today. Matt, Ben, you send the letter to the country."

"Hi! Dude!" Matt heard this arrangement and raised his hands and shouted, "Why is Laurie entering the city again, why should it be my turn?"

The director glared at Matt impatiently: "When can you make it like everyone else does not get delayed on the road and return on time that day, I will let you go."

Matt was angry and didn't say anything again after all.

Mail has a carriage and three bicycles. Normally, postmen use bicycles to deliver letters to the town and surrounding countryside. The carriage to Inadri is used only once a week or two weeks.

No one likes to send letters to the countryside. When the authorities have enough letters and packages, the three postmen are looking forward to being able to drive to Inner Deli by themselves-they can receive two meal allowances, and they will be able to travel to Inner Deli. Who can't like it if you go around in Licheng.

Bosha didn't dare to show pride under the jealous eyes of the old employee Matt, and he clenched his fist excitedly when he came out of the bureau and went to the next car rental company to take the carriage.

When the post office is not able to use horse-drawn carriages, it will put horses and vehicles in the rental car shop, which can also add a little extra income.

With the help of two old employees, they filled the car with letters and parcels. When Bosha got into the driving space and was about to set off, he squeezed Bosha's eyes while taking advantage of the space where Matt hadn't noticed.

Bosha calmly nodded slightly, shaking the reins and set off.

Next... Bosha went to Ben’s house first, and took a dozen catties heavy and wrapped in old furoshiki from Ben’s wife; he went back to his home and asked his brother to Take out the cardboard box hidden in the closet from his room...

The postage is very expensive. A letter sent to Inner Delta requires three copper coins, and the package is priced by weight.

Taking advantage of the gaps in the city to carry private goods is the default gray income among the small town postmen; if there is more space in the car, the postmen will also find one or two customers in advance to take a paid ride.

Matt this guy likes to eat alone. When it was his turn to drive into the city, he was always unwilling to share some benefits with others, no wonder Posha and Ben had teamed up to exclude him.

The carriages and bicycles of the post office are uniformly distributed by the headquarters of the postal company. The vehicles are very strong and the horses are not ordinary horses, but one-horned gray horses mixed with the blood of Warcraft; this kind of horse is short and sturdy, with stubby limbs and a horse body. It is also covered with a layer of gray hairs of different lengths. It is not handsome, but it has strong feet and stronger endurance than cattle. It is a common horse used in cities.

When the one-horned grey horse-drawn carriage came out of town, Bossa saw the wandering skeletons again-they seemed to have just returned from outside the town, their bones still stained with dew, shining in the morning sun.

These skeletons, carrying half-drum woven bags, entered the town gate grinningly, passing by the carriage, and curiously turned the face of the skeleton that was not accustomed to seeing, and pointed at the unicorn gray of the cart. Ma looked straight and made a weird sound of "KABAKABA".

"This horse is still a first-class monster."

"Don't think about it, the green name can't be brushed."

Bosha tried his best not to squint, and only dared to look back when he framed the carriage out of town.

I really don’t know how long these skeletons will stay in the town...Although he is happy that the cheap and good goods brought by the new lord have increased the income of the post office (many townsfolk mail fabrics to Inadri’s relatives), but Bosha really doesn’t. Willing to let his children grow up with the "accompaniment" of Man Town Skull.

"Good luck always accompanies bad luck." Muttering to himself a Rhineland proverb, Bossa raised his spirits and waved his horse whip.

For a distance of 60 kilometers, even a one-horned grey horse-drawn cart would have to walk for more than three hours. When Bosha arrived at Innerd, it was almost noon.

The carriage of the post office is painted with green paint, coupled with the standard windproof cloak worn by Bosha and the post office uniform under the cloak are the most deviating city passes. The city gate officer only looked here, waved and released it. Row.

Bosha carried a carriage into the city, went to South Street first, and handed Ben and his "private goods" to the owner of a grocery store. The owner was Ben’s brother-in-law, and he would let his son carry them secretly. Personal letters, parcels, and other items are delivered to the paying guests, and some of the letter packages that also don’t buy stamps are sorted out and brought back by Bosha.

Bosha got out of the wagon, folded the thick package on the cardboard box and carried it into the grocery store, confessing to the owner: "This time it’s not a letter. It’s a good thing I bought in Westham with Ben. We put it on the shelf."

Ben's brother-in-law is a chubby middle-aged man, his eyes lit up when he heard this: "Are they those'dead cloths'?"

Westem’s cloth, not long after the new lord sent someone to sell it publicly on Martin Street, some of it flowed out to Inner Dali and spread among the citizens at the bottom.

The prices of solid, dense, brightly colored cloths with intricate patterns are incredibly cheap, which will naturally arouse heated discussions among the citizens at the bottom; if it weren’t for the closure of the Red Light District of Westham, the change of lords, and rumors of undead activities during the day. There was an uproar, and there were already countless small businessmen rushing to Westham with money.

Bosha nodded somewhat triumphantly.

It was not easy for him to save enough cloth for this cardboard box. The whole family took out the money of more than a dozen people, and took turns to line up in Martin Street every day... Except for leaving his wife with five meters of cloth for skirts, he brought everything else. come out.

Ben's brother-in-law hastily untied the furoshiki, only glanced at the surface fabric and smiled, confidently: "You can come and get the money when you go back. I promise you can sell it all at noon!"

"Then I will trouble you." Bosha smiled and nodded, "Don't forget, rice prices below 20 copper coins will never be sold."

"Don't worry!" Ben's brother-in-law slapped his chest.

Coming out of the grocery store, Bosha drove the carriage straight into the Inadri Post Office.

The Inner Deli Post Office is much larger than the Westham Post Office in terms of building specifications and personnel scale. Not only does it have a telegraph office window, there is even a large courtyard that can park six carriages-the entire Inner Deli Territory II. Letters and packages from more than a dozen towns will be transferred here, which is naturally not comparable to a small town post office.

In the past, when Bossa came to the Innerdrich Post Office, not many people cared about him. This time, he just parked the carriage, hula la la and surrounded a few people.

"Hi Laurie, what's wrong with Westham?"

"Is your new lord a black magician?"

"I heard that Westham is all undead?"

"I have an uncle who went to Westham and never came back. Have you seen him?"

The rumbling voice made Bossa even know which one to answer first. Just as he was in confusion, the chief who called from the window on the second floor relieved him: "Is Westham here? Quickly. Come up!"

Bosha pleaded guilty to a group of local employees and ran into the post office building.

In the office, Mr. Bosha, who has only met a few times, said with concern: "Has Westham's new lord affect the business of the post office?"

"Uh...yes, business in the bureau has improved a lot, and many people have come to post packages and letters." Bosha said nervously.

"I mean, has the new lord interfered with you?" Mr. Chief said again.

"No." Bosha shook his head quickly, "The new lord and... the newly appointed mayor of the undead have never been to the post office once."

When Mr. Chief heard the word "dead mayor", he turned pale and took a cold breath: "Ms. Gold Coin... The mayor of Westham is also an undead?!"

The news that Westham's new lord was the illegitimate son of the Viscount had spread in the city a week ago.

Aristocrats have illegitimate children. It's not news at all in this world-let alone aristocrats, businessmen and even the middle class with considerable income raise mistresses semi-openly.

The "inspirational" stories of outstanding illegitimate children being taken back to the main house by the father of a nobleman or a big businessman, and obtaining partial family resources, are even more common.

As long as mothers don’t spread rumors that are too unbearable, such as being profligate and poorly born, it is unlikely that the illegitimate child of a nobleman will become a lord of the same place. This matter is not even qualified to be the talk of the citizens of Inadri.

With the undead, the nature of this matter is different... Lords everywhere welcome spellcasters to build the mage tower, but no lord welcomes the black mage!

Posha Laurie did not want others to regard his hometown as a scourge, weakly defending: "Although so...but these undead did not make Westem worse..."

Turn off the red light district, his wife will at least not be looked at by some boring villagers when she returns to the country to visit relatives-Westham's previous reputation is really not very good, if a young woman says she lives in Westham , In the eyes of others, it is like the smell of a prostitute~girl.

What's more, the master of the undead, Lord Rex, is still a very kind gentleman, not only sells the best and good cloth to the townspeople at low prices, but also provides jobs for those in the town who have no means of life—— Their neighbor, the forty-something old widow, couldn't take care of the laundry after the red light district was closed. At any rate, she could still get daily lunch and dinner in the Sanitation Bureau.

"How bad can it become?" The chief misunderstood Bosha's meaning, and sighed pessimistically, "Don't rush back, follow me to the City Lord's Mansion. Your Excellency III wants to see the people from Westem. ."

Bossa was stunned immediately.

The master of Innad’s collar, Adela III, wants to see him? !

After half an hour, the city lord's mansion.

The only person with the highest status in this life is Bosha Laurie, who was the butler of the former Lord of Westham, Baron Marcus, standing in the side hall of the city lord’s mansion at a loss, completely afraid to look up at the master. Lord Lord aloft.

Adela III was about the first time in his life to meet such low-profile small town civilians in his own private hall. He looked from Bosha Laurie's hair messed up by the wind, and the dusty, crumpled postman uniform. Sweeping his dirty shoes on the marble floor, he frowned unhappily.

If it weren't for being really curious about Westham's current situation... The III had already let the valet to drive out this indecent civilian.

"Look up, civilian." The III pinched his nose. "Tell me what's going on with Westem."

"Yes, yes, sir." Bosha shivered. "Westham and Westham are now in the hands of the undead, and one of the undead serves as the mayor. He was in the streets of the town a few days ago. I posted a notice on it and wanted to hire townspeople to work for them—"

"Unreasonable!" The III patted the armrest angrily, "Charlie Rex actually let the undead be the mayor?!"

Bosha was so scared that her breathing stopped, and she dared not say anything else...

The real owner of the Innard collar is the Bartles family.

Of course, the small territories under the jurisdiction of Inner Deli belonged to the Bartles family-half of the population tax and agricultural tax included in the rules of the little nobles would go to Adela III.

After all... The Bartles family divided their own territory into small pieces to these little nobles, and the king's territories were entrusted to the big nobles. It was a purpose: to manage the territory and the people on their behalf, and provide them in accordance with the rules in peacetime, and provide them when necessary for war. Sources of troops and food.

The king will send consuls to monitor the great nobles, and the great nobles will also send consuls to monitor the little nobles.

Charlie Rex took the Westem of Baron Marcus by clever tactics. In a sense, it was just two dogs vying to serve the Bartles family... Anyway, they were their dogs, even if The Black Mage Yang was very disrespectful, and the III could barely pinch his nose to recognize it.

Rex, an illegitimate child, occupied Westham, and he didn't even bother to ask Adela III for the mayor's choice. It's no wonder that the third is going to be angry...

Knowing this, the III didn't need to ask about Westem's situation any more, waved back the terrified Posha Laurie, and asked the butler to recruit people from the city defense team.

The III is not going to fight Westham... He teaches disobedient dogs in his own home, and he doesn’t have to get to the level of a territorial war. He just intends to let the city defense team go to Westham to "patrol". Show off your muscles and let the defiant black mage and the unscrupulous illegitimate child who thought that there was a black mage backing up, know who is the real master of the land in Inadri.

The spirit of Bosha left the city lord’s mansion without abandoning him, and couldn’t help confirming to the chief who brought him: "Did I say something wrong, sir, did I anger Your Excellency III?"

"Don't worry, the third world is not angry because of you." The chief patted the shoulder of the young man in this small town and sighed.

After hearing this, Bosha became even more afraid...

It’s just that he is a small post office employee. It’s useless to worry about it anymore. He unconsciously handed over the letter packages and loaded all the letters to Westham on the car. The cause was revealed in the strange eyes of the local employees. Nadli Post Office.

In the grocery store on South Street, Ben’s brother-in-law saw the post office carriage and greeted him excitedly: “I’m the one who speaks the word, Bosha, saying that I can sell the goods at noon... Hi , Buddy, are you okay?"

"I'm okay." Bo Shaqiang got out of the wagon in a spirited manner, "how much did it cost?"

Ben's brother-in-law brought Boshara into the shop and brought out a small cash box full of copper coins.

Holding the heavy cash box in his hand, Bosha's nervousness was immediately relieved, and a smile appeared on his face.

"One more thing, someone wants to take a ride back to Westham, can you sit in the car?" Ben's brother-in-law said again.

"Sit down." Bosha nodded immediately, and there was no reason to reject the extra income delivered to the door.

Ben’s brother-in-law helped them to collect 20% of the labor fee for their "private work", and helped them take a ride. Guests can also get copper coins into the account. This chubby middle-aged man ran to look at the empty space in the post office carriage, and immediately took his The son called and asked him to invite passengers who wished to find the carriage to Westham.

Westham does not have a decent pillar industry. Young people can’t find a livelihood in the town. It’s the best way out to work in Innadri; the few passengers who want to take a ride this time are Westham Town. Bosha can name anyone who is on it.

A girl in her twenties lives in the neighborhood on the same street as Bosha's family. When she saw Bosha, her childhood playmate, she asked anxiously: "Bosha, there is nothing wrong with my house, right?"

"Of course it's okay, Caroline." Bosha helped the neighbor girl stuff her luggage into the empty space above the letter box, comfortingly said, "I just saw Aunt Winnie go shopping for groceries on Martin Street yesterday. good."

The young girl Caroline breathed a sigh of relief, and climbed into the carriage carrying her skirt, and sat down next to the letter box.

Another young man climbed into the car behind Caroline, and said, "I said nothing will happen, otherwise the lord of the city would have sent the city defense army over. Bossadu still went to West as usual. Sending a letter here does not prove that I am right."

The last two passengers laughed and cursed: "Don't brag, who is so worried that they can't sleep well for several days, and was scolded by the supervisor?"

"That is, if it wasn't for someone to pull it, they would walk back with their feet."

Bosha's expression is not as relaxed as these peers, but he does not dare to take out the fact that he had just been to the city lord’s mansion and saw the lord’s rage with his own eyes-in case something really happened, then he Can not be held responsible.

Under heavy psychological pressure, Bosha forced the car door closed without incident and drove out of the city.

Along the way, several passengers lay on the small window and talked to him from time to time, asking him about the situation in the town of Westham, but Bosha only dared to pick and say...

It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon when the carriage drove into Westham.

At this time, when the market was lively, the passengers who took the ride got off at the gate of the town, and saw the endless stream of farmers entering the town to go to the market, and the stones hanging in their hearts were completely put down-except for the gate of the town. The lantern on the big tree is gone, the town is no different from when they left home to work in the first half of the year!

Even the militia guarding the town gate are familiar faces!

Old acquaintances are also walking down the street——

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Caroline, a young girl who works in a high-end restaurant in the southern city of Innadli, fell to the ground with the baggage she carried, screaming heartily.

The other three young people were too scared and hugged tightly.

The farmers who carried their burdens and pushed the wheelbarrow towards Martin Street, the townspeople carrying the vegetable baskets, and... the two players who walked out of the town’s avenue were all scared by the tragic and stern cry, and all of them stopped. Four Look down.

I found that it was a young girl who screamed, and the girl was still pointing at the two undead in horror...

"Scare me!"

"I thought it was something, really..."

The farmers who were busy selling vegetables stared at the fussed Caroline dissatisfiedly, muttered a few complaints, and continued to work on their own affairs.

The housewife, who was frightened by the sudden scream, her heart beating wildly, also cast her eyes on Caroline in dissatisfaction.

The two undead found that the cry was directed at them, and they made the sound of "KABAKABA", and they didn't know if they were protesting...

Caroline herself, and the three young migrant workers who were also terribly scared, stayed...

Bosha, who hasn't driven the carriage away, is too embarrassed: "Didn't I say that, there are many undead in the town now...If you are afraid, just don't look at them, and they don't have much to do with other people."

Undecided Caroline & three young working people: "..."

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