Three silver shillings are really a lot for the lower class.

1 Jin'eju = 12 Silver shillings = 240 Copper Finney

You can have a lowest-grade dinner in the tavern with 2 copper coins: sour and inferior ale, black and hard bread, either cooked very hard or soft beans, barley and wheat with vegetable leaves, and cooked paste.

In the Holy Empire, no matter how poor tenants or even "Lichen farmers" earn at least 3-5 Jin'ejus a year, it is difficult for Moltke to understand why peasant women make this for a black bread.

But Seus of the Empire may not have seen so much money in his life, because all his income must be paid first by tithe tax, and then by the empire's cap tax, land tax, tenants need to bear land rent and corvee, and dozens of taxes. Therefore, if Seus can really get his actual annual income of 5 gold coins in a year, this is most likely the biggest wealth he has ever seen in his life.

The family of five who are the young guide can get a year's money only after paying various taxes, serving labor, retaining enough grain storage, and reserved grain varieties, including livestock feed, and the income from selling grain and livestock is generally measured in silver coins, about 15-20 silver shillings, which also includes the remuneration that the lord must pay after the paid labor of Boone workers. Most of the money in this cash is used to buy daily necessities, and sometimes it will not make ends meet.

"So, what are you going to do with this money?" The coniferous forest in autumn maintained a deep green, and the howling wind among the Yulian Mountains suppressed the voice of the little guide.

"I want to buy my father a new sheepskin coat. His clothes have been worn two years ago and have never been able to make up for them. I want to buy my brother a pair of good shoes. He has been running barefoot on the ground." Hann said carefully: "If possible, Mr. Sid, I want to go back to the cow in our house. That is really a good cow. Our family's livelihood depends on it! But in order to make me 'baptized', my father sold it, 20 silver shillings. The lord said that the cows were also his property and took four from us."

"There are not so many 3 silver shillings, child." Sid closed his eyes.

"Then at least let the family have a full meal. Last winter, we were having a hard time living for a few months. We were all hungry, everyone, everyone, only the cakes and porridge made of oats and rye, and their stomachs were always roaring. Fortunately, my father... managed to get a chicken, Mr. Sid, my mother is the best mother in the world. She can always use every grain of food and make clothes for us every inch (0.025 meters) of linen." The little guide talked: "The clothes she made are beautiful and beautiful. With this money, my sister can definitely wear new clothes..."

"It is a serious crime to poach in the lord's forest!" Sid closed his eyes but did not affect his walking at all: "Han, you have to consider your parents, sisters and brothers, and don't say such words in front of others."

"Ah!" The little guide realized that he had lost his words and quickly covered his mouth with his hands. His dirty little face was full of regret. Who made Mr. Sid so kind? He couldn't help but tell the secret.

"Is Sir Werner's tax that heavy?" Moltke couldn't stand it anymore.

"The Lord's tax is very heavy." The little guide leaned his finger: "The winemaking tax, forest land tax (cut wood), bird tax (raising chickens and ducks), grass tax (grazing), sales tax, mill tax, stove tax, window tax, fishing tax, marriage tax, entertainment tax, shield tax, even when I went to the chapel to do odd jobs, Mr. Werner said that this would have to be approved by his father. He agreed after paying 6 bronze taxes, and the most annoying Talli tax!"

Everyone was silent. Sir Werner and the young guide Hann were crying poor, but who was really poor?

They are all poor, this is the idea of ​​the Raven Knights. They all blame the land of Ryzlan for being too barren.

"Let's lead the way, Hann." Sid didn't want to turn this topic into a debate, he just signaled the young guide to lead the way.

After several hours of travel, the little guide said less and less. After all, he was just a first-minded person and his physique could not be as good as those of Sid. Even the knight apprentices who were also first-minded persons were still full-time professionals who received basic military training.

But when passing through the Intermount Pass, the little guide couldn't help but point to the distant place, covered by thick fog among the peaks, and said: "Gentlemen, from there, you can go to Schönbrunn Palace in the Ice Lake in one day and a half, where the great priest is the crown of the great priest."

"Is there Schönbrunn Palace under Cecilia's crown?" Moltke couldn't wait to respond.

"Yes, it's Schönbrunn Palace, but I haven't been close to it, and I don't know the specific location." The little guide Han'en nodded desperately: "With the supreme great priest, how dare those dirty orcs with sharp ears come to our town?"

The infinite admiration and worship on the faces of the Raven Knights were lined up, kneeling on one knee with weapons on the ground, paying the highest level of respect to the direction of Schonbrunn Palace.

Including Sid.

The first great priest of the Holy Empire Paradise Church is under the crown of Cecilia, the only Holy Empire's Supreme.

As an existence that has reached the end of the road to the strong, above tens of millions of people, it is a religious leader, a spokesperson for the gods and a symbol of the supreme combat power of the holy empire. It is admired by everyone. Even the imperial emperor must maintain the maximum respect for her. Many major national affairs have to ask her for her opinion. If she does not agree, the emperor cannot act arbitrarily.

There were many Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy Holy.

This is easy to understand. Instead of pressing everything on the ground, facing smaller and smaller opportunities, the Destiny-level strongman is more willing to play a role in enjoying his current supreme position.

This led to the death of Prince Mefadona, the Holy Eagle of the Black Eagle, in the 4455th year of the Holy Eagle calendar, and now, as the world's most powerful holy empire, there is no holy supreme. The Black Eagle Dynasty, which was originally entering its heyday, was very difficult to protect its own basic foundation. Not to mention regaining lost territory, many times, when facing the Holy Eagle Supreme of other forces, facing the Holy Eagle Supreme of other forces, the Black Eagle Dynasty could only accept the loss.

It was not until the end of the 4999th year of the Holy Empire, that is, the year when Sid was born, after a full 544 years of waiting, the Empire finally ushered in another Holy Sage Envoy Cecilia Vanne Madeline, who was born in the small town of Rezlan and the Empire, successfully attacked the realm of the Extreme Path and forged the Supreme Holy Seal!

Now the Holy Empire was proud and became tough in diplomacy, and all forces immediately adjusted their diplomacy.

Therefore, it is not because Cecilia was a great priest who successfully attacked the realm of the ultimate Taoism, but because she is the supreme holy throne, the Holy Empire had to try her best to win over her, so that she could become a great priest with the same authority as the emperor.

Cecilia is the pride of all Ryzlans, especially the great priest speaks with a distinct Ryzlan accent.

"Only Ryzlan's stupid goats speak like this!"

——Before the Holy Empire calendar 4999, a classic joke about imperial court banquets.

"Ryzlan's pronunciation is the treasure in the crown of my Holy Empire, an intangible cultural heritage. Those who mocked Ryzlan's accent went to the court for crimes!"

——In the 5,000th year of the Holy Empire, the Holy Black Eagle Emperor Isaac was ordered.

Sid still has a certain affection for the great priest. Since she took office, she will occasionally use heavy blows to clean up the corruption of the church and punish the nobles. Any noble is afraid that the great priest will take her Libra to evaluate the crime and punishment in the judgment. She will never tolerate anyone who violates the law, and even advocate homologous revenge.

The judgment of the great priest does not have any human favors, tolerance, forgiveness, consideration, and political influence. She only does one thing, and considers the value of both parties on her virtual realm artifact - the Libra of Justice, until the Libra is balanced, the verdict is announced.

Who is more beneficial to this judgment?

There is no doubt that Sives and Seus regarded the great priests as just judges, guardians of civilians, incarnations of justice, or at least "cold saints."

The nobles didn't like her style very much, but they still had to lick it, so they could only lick it. After all, even the emperor of the empire had to lick it. As the only holy throne, she could not do without her. It was really not possible.

"It is said that the Grand Duke of Wallace, Robbard, once said that if Cecilia's crown appears on the front line, the Duchy of Wallace will surrender immediately." After Ball and the others got up, Sid asked.

"Uh..." Ball was a little embarrassed: "Cecelia never intervened in this kind of internal dispute."

Sid just smiled and didn't say anything more.

We must not only grasp the initiative and psychological advantages of the topic, but also not embarrass our teammates too much. Sid always grasps the scale of this.

After a whole day of travel, at around 4 pm, the sun began to set, and Sid and others also arrived near the Rigi outpost.

From a distance, you can see it as a desolate and dilapidated outpost, collapsed towers, wind-feeling buildings, unique orcs, the orcs' sharp thorns, the shape of the fangs and the blood-hand totem on the top of the tent. It is a very typical orc camp with some goblins and several horses patrolling. Judging from the number of tents, there are only dozens of people in this orc camp, and no goblins with giant hammer patterns or giant horns are found.

Goblin, challenge level: The original intention is to reach the cornerstone level, short, fragile, not good at melee combat, but quick, likes to use ranged weapons, good at fighting alone, and likes to use paper markers.

Staff, challenge level: from the cornerstone level to the model level, like long range, can also fight melee, move fast, be good at dodging, are also fragile, are good at using javelins, bows, and spears.

There seemed to be a cave inside the orc camp, and there was a faint light of fire inside.

"It's here, gentlemen." The little guide pointed to the distance.

In the dim light, everyone barely identified the outpost. Sid and others discussed it. Although it was a good idea to attack at night and could also cut off long-range attacks from goblins and men, they were already tired after a day's journey and everyone was hungry.

According to Sid's idea, everyone had a full meal and had a sleep, and waited until two or three o'clock in the morning to kill him in the dark. Wouldn't that be a big deal?

But the Raven Knights denied this. They felt that this was too despicable and sneak attacks were not a knight's virtue. We should launch an attack in a daze tomorrow.

"You don't have to talk about knight virtues when dealing with these orcs!" This is what Sid said.

"Orcs are also elder races!" Ball refused.

So everyone had to rest on the spot and retreated to a hidden place about 4 kilometers away from the Rigi Post to make a fire and cook.

Wine, meat steak, ham, cheese, nuts, jam pie, the young guide swears that he has never seen such delicious things in his life. After Sid let go of food, Hann was like a rat who accidentally entered the cheese warehouse, wishing to stuff everything into his mouth.

The knight entourage and apprentice looked at him with contempt. Seus was Seus and could not change his nature.

Sitting next to the fire, Ball wanted to speak but stopped.

"Say whatever you want." Sid's expressionless face.

"Mr. Sid, it's not that I'm talking about you, you gave that child too much." Ball said earnestly: "I'll give you three silver coins when I come out and lead the way? Oh my God, you will spoil the child like this. The money comes so easily. How can he be willing to live a good life in the future?"

"What do you think of?" Sid smiled.

"From my opinion, it's almost the same for a few copper Finneys." Ball continued: "We are not deducting him, but teaching him something that we can't learn normally. Too much money is not a good thing for him, and he will definitely spend it indiscriminately."

"Good intention to deduct?" Sid still smiled. A sharp color flashed in his sea-blue eyes. After seeing Ball stop talking, he said: "This is the standard price after I have considered the difficulty of the task, the reward for the task and the time of the task. Once I promise, I will keep my promise."

Ball had no choice but to get up and leave. Sid faintly heard the complaint of "Ryzlan's stupid goat". He didn't care, but walked towards Moltke instead.

Mao Qi was sitting alone, and Sid came over and said, "Are you interested in making a deal with me? Young man?"

"Who is waiting for a deal?" Moltke also joked, and then said seriously: "What deal?"

"Do you think this commission is strange?" Sid came to Moltke and sat down, leaned against the tree and stretched his legs, looked at the leaves of the coniferous forest, and whispered: "The reward is very high, the time is very urgent, and I am not willing to go to the church to notarize?"

"Yes, and I think he gave you a golden cup." Moltke was actually a little suspicious. When he heard Sid say this, Moltke asked, "What do you think?"

"500 Jin'eju is enough to hire a team of official knights. He only needs to use this money to go to the Mercenary Guild. Not to mention a few model ranks, there are legendary strong men who are willing to go there when they are idle." Sid complained: "I thought a lot along the way, and I came up with a reasonable explanation."

"What's the explanation?"

"The more reasonable explanation is that Mr. Freddon Samir has an idea. He deliberately did not want someone who was too strong to take the commission." Sid said in a deep voice: "I deliberately found a mercenary middleman, that is, me. What does this mean? This shows that he deliberately arranged this way, just not want to be discovered, not want to be discovered by the mercenary guild, and not want to be discovered by the church."

"Is it confidentiality?" Moltke thought: "You mean, this outpost..."

"In the case he is not bored for fun, there are only two explanations." Sid stretched out two fingers: "One, he wants to fund me or the Raven Knight in this way."

"It's a bit reluctant, I don't know him." Moltke shook his head repeatedly: "It was completely accidental that we appeared in Ryzlan. There were countless ways he wanted to fund it, and he wouldn't choose such a stupid way to get a commission."

"I don't know him either." Sid put away a finger: "So the second explanation is that there are secrets in the outpost, and he just needs to clean up the orcs."

"You mean?!" Moltke suddenly became excited, but he calmed down immediately: "Why do you want to tell me this? Mr. Sid?"

"I can't see through his strength." Sid always kept calm. He narrowed his eyes, approached his index finger and thumb, and made an "O" shape, leaving only a little gap between his fingers: "So he should be a little better than me. If I am alone, I may not be sure to solve the problem. Among these people, you are the best. So, don't consider having a tense and exciting deal with me? You pretend to be injured tomorrow and let them go back first. Let's stay in the depths of the cave to see what the secret is? If not, what if there is me six and four, what?"

"make a deal!"

"make a deal!"

Sid and Moltke clasped their right hands.

It seems that the transaction has been completed.

The moment the two sides reached an agreement, Sid found something trembling on him.

Golden Cup?
Chapter completed!