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Chapter 518 517 As the old saying goes, this is called drunkenness and cowardice.(1/2)

Chapter 518 517. As the old saying goes, this is called drunkenness and cowardice.

Combat professionals became united in the Holy Blood Festival and vowed to complete the "Murphy Challenge". Even if they lose, they must show their style. They cannot be underestimated by NPCs and the evil-minded development team. They regard it as a

"The main mission of Holy Blood Festival".

However, administrative career and manufacturing players don’t have so many ideas.

These players who are not keen on fighting and prefer to enjoy other kinds of game fun are very enthusiastic about Holy Blood Festival, a player festival. Anyone who is not on duty has already gone to the Scarlet Castle to "have fun with the people".

Especially manufacturing players, perhaps inspired by the booming business of "Dongshanju", took advantage of this opportunity to launch discount promotions in their stores.

For example, the "War Hammer" blacksmith shop run by the two brothers Master Broken Knife and Baidu Dama has set up a 30% off stall in the past few days.

However, their stall does not sell weapons, but displays a variety of agricultural tools and daily necessities, which fully captures the current needs of the Transians, and the agricultural tools improved by the wisdom of other worlds are also

It was praised by the farmers.

The sales in the first four days of the Holy Blood Festival alone made the two blacksmith masters laugh from ear to ear. However, apart from giving holiday red envelopes to their apprentices, the two blacksmiths did not spend money randomly.

Instead, they combined the money they saved before plus the profits from promotions, and visited Professor Malcolm on the fourth night of the festival.

"This is our shopping list, Professor."

In the small courtyard where Professor Malcolm's family lived, Master Broken Knife rubbed his hands and said with a smile to the historian who was about to take his wife and children to the square to enjoy the "medieval nightlife":

"We know that the official caravan hosted by you is about to go to Port Chardo to purchase various urgently needed supplies for Transia. Our blacksmith shop is also planning to become bigger and stronger. We know that semi-automatic machines have appeared among the halflings.

forging equipment, as well as high-end goods such as rolling mills and machine tools.

Therefore, we hope to purchase a batch for reproduction.

To be honest, almost all of the blacksmith's production capacity is consumed by orders from the army.

This is not a bad thing, but it is difficult for our purely handmade production to meet the current demand. Once the black disaster breaks out in full, we will not be able to use the remaining production to assist the front line and support territory construction.

We need these machines, Transia can't always maintain its primitive handicraft industry.

Our application has been approved by the administrative office, and the money should be enough to purchase a batch of supplies."

Faced with Master Broken Knife's request, Professor Malcolm did not shirk or refuse. He accepted the purchase order and the purchase money from the blacksmiths. He said:

"My old house in Port Chardeau is next to the commercial district. I have also dealt with some blacksmiths there. Through their relationships, I should be able to purchase the equipment you like. However, if you want to buy a lot, I suggest not purchasing it.

Second hand facility?

After all, the price of ordering these new machines directly from the halfling factory is a bit high, and time is a big issue. What we lack most now is time."

"No problem, just take care of it. Everyone trusts you."

The hundred-forged horse next to him waved his hands and said:

"As long as they are usable, we can dismantle and maintain them and learn the internal structure of these machines after we get them back. Of course, if possible, you can help us recruit a group of apprentices in Port Chardeau or invite some professional blacksmiths to come over

?

Our current skills are very good in Transia, but the locals have never mastered the truly powerful blacksmithing skills. At this time of the Black Disaster, we have neither the time nor the opportunity to learn if we want to."

"This is very difficult."

Professor Malcolm's wife, Ms. Furna, came over and served two cups of tea to the guests. She heard the request of the Hundred Forged Horses, shook her head and said:

"Port Chardeau has been at peace for a long time, because the mountains of the Genoa Peninsula form a natural barrier. The only mountain pass that can be breached is the fortress of the Brass Dwarves. The four black disasters have not threatened the civilization of the halflings.

, which keeps those noisy little guys living in their world.

To put it nicely, it’s called idealism; to put it badly, it’s isolationism.

The way halflings view the world can sometimes seem quite childish, and the restless part of their character will make them avoid being in danger as much as possible. Even in times of peace, it would be difficult for you to invite a halfling to leave your homeland.

Not to mention that Transia is about to be threatened by a black disaster. I guess those halflings will not come to join in the fun just because of money.

However, it shouldn’t be difficult to recruit apprentices in the slum area outside Port Chardeau.”

"ah?"

Master Broken Knife said doubtfully:

"Isn't it said that Port Chardeau is the most prosperous commercial city on the mainland? Why is there a slum area outside the city that sounds miserable?"

"Which city on this continent does not have a similar area? Even in the former Cadman City, there were many shacks built by refugees outside the city."

Professor Malcolm sighed and looked at the two foreigners in front of him with a rather subtle look. The confusion and ignorance shown by these two guys at this time made the professor once again realize the difference between the two worlds.

But he still explained patiently:

"No matter in which country or era, there are many people who are forced to leave their hometowns for various reasons. In the agricultural kingdom, the situation is better. Unless there is a natural disaster, there will be no large-scale displacement.

However, this is not the case in the country of halflings.

The Genoa Peninsula is not only inhabited by halflings, there are also many humans there.

However, the rapidly developing industrial process of the halflings requires more and more land and resources to manufacture factories and put into production. The local humans do not have a strong political entity to protect them, and have been at a disadvantage under such pressure in the past period of time.

The halfling factory owners act roughly, and many profit-seeking guys don't care what happens to the humans whose lands they take away. Of course, the Steam Lords always promise to solve more and more problems at every election.

the refugee problem.

But the fact is that the jobs available in their factories are always limited.

Many refugees had no jobs and could only live on the relief food distributed by the Steam Council. Over time, shack areas were established outside Port Chardeau. When I left that city, the area of ​​​​the shack areas had reached half of the city area.

, almost forming a 'circle around the city' outside the city.

They have no jobs and are rarely allowed to enter the city, so they have formed a complete and rough social system in their own area. It is a place where violence speaks for itself and various incidents occur one after another.

Many children were born there and have never seen the world outside the slums. I once went there to conduct research. Many people there want to leave Port Chardeau, but they simply do not have enough savings and knowledge to complete this task.

."

At this point, Professor Malcolm sighed and said:

"To be honest, compared with the shanty towns over there, people can live and work in peace and contentment in Scarlet Castle now."

"Holy crap! Isn't this Port Chardeau 2077?"

The Hundred-forged Horse was fascinated by what he heard and couldn't help but exclaimed. Master Broken Sword also nodded repeatedly.

But he actually didn't care much about these things.

His experience in other worlds told him that wherever industrialization is planned, similar conflicts will always occur, such as sheep eating people, enclosure movements, and the destruction of railways, etc.

It is nothing more than the political level and political determination of the rulers that will directly determine the direction of these things. Now it seems that the Steam Lords Council is indeed tough, but its governance level is not so good, and they also hold elections?

Damn it, you are doing such a cruel job in a magical world with a middle-world background. No wonder Archon Miriam and Colonel Fraser both admit that the country of halflings is much more civilized than the country of humans.

Well, compared with the feudalism of Jia Tianxia, ​​the electoral system cannot be said to be more civilized. It is impossible to judge the upper limit, but the lower limit is definitely much higher.

The interesting little knowledge about halflings they learned from Professor Malcolm and Ms. Furna made the Broken Knife masters and brothers couldn't help but have the idea of ​​​​going to visit halfling cities in the future, but they obviously can't at the moment.

leave.

After chatting for a few words with the professor's family and giving an exquisite protective dagger as a gift to the professor's eldest son, the two took the initiative to stand up and say goodbye.

They wisely did not disturb the professor's family's activities tonight, and on the way back, without any evidence, they were sure that Professor Malcolm would be "eaten" by Ms. Furna tonight.

Gee, I didn’t expect Professor Malcolm to be over fifty and still have such a good waist. Human beings in this world are indeed much better than weakling humans from other worlds in various physical qualities.

The two guys laughed while telling dirty jokes on the street, but soon they saw a "frustrated man" on the side of the street. The guy was sitting at the door of the Masonic Brotherhood's office, under the light of the gas lamp.

He was hunched down, looking quite downcast and miserable.

Master Broken Knife was startled. There were no street lights in this city, and it was so dark that he couldn't see clearly even with the light of a gas lamp. He thought it was a homeless NPC, but he went over and took a look.

I was surprised to find that this was actually the chosen one.

Because the Mason Brotherhood needs various tools to build houses and build roads, the blacksmith shop has a close relationship with them. The two blacksmiths and the grayer are not close friends, but they are definitely acquaintances, plus

With their status as players, the two brothers couldn't pretend they didn't see this happening.

"Hey, buddy, what's wrong with you?"

The hundred-forged horse approached and asked:

"What's going on? Why are you staying here alone and looking like this? Damn it, I've never seen any player mess up like this in Transia. Come on, tell me, brother, come on.

What happened?

Who bullied you?

We will send someone to avenge you."

"Woo"

It was okay if I didn't ask, but when Baidu Dama asked, the graying man actually started crying with his pouty mouth.

This completely frightened the two brothers. Without any explanation, they carried the guy on his left and right sides and ran to a noodle stall at the entrance of the alley. They ordered three bowls of noodles and a bottle of wine from the stall under "Dongshanju"

.

"Don't cry, come on, come on, have a drink, tell me if you have any problems, and my brother will help you solve it. If you can't solve it, we'll give it to you! How can I let my brother suffer this kind of injustice?"

The two members of society explained each other with words, and the gray man was in a very, very bad state tonight. He didn't drink at all. He moved like a bastard after two glasses of wine. He couldn't hold it in any longer.

He said in a weak voice:
To be continued...
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