The Wizard's Infinite Journey

Chapter 2 Bazaar and Coffer
Everything has levels.

The same is true for the knight profession.

Knights, according to Yamu's current cognition, can be roughly divided into the following levels.

Knight Apprentice, Full Knight, Grand Knight, and then Shining Knight.

Knight apprentice, this is the first step of the knight's road, and it can only be achieved by comprehending the power of the knight and mastering the existence of the knight's breath.

Comprehend the power of a knight, master the power of breath, and use it in all parts of one's body, so as to gain various superhuman powers. This is the knight's apprentice, which is the first step of the knight's road.

On this step, Yamu walked very bumpy.

He was tempered step by step under the teaching of a knight instructor, and finally he barely mastered the power of that breath.

Even so, he spent a full ten years of hard work.

And in the next few years, he just managed to take the power of this breath a step further and master it more skillfully.

As for concrete progress?
Not obvious.

That growth rate is not much different from that of a turtle crawling.

On the other hand, Dahl, the "prince", performed much better.

As the child of Earl Reagan, he had been exposed to knight training for a shorter period of time, but it only took him about five years to master the power of breath and become a real knight apprentice. In the following days, he made rapid progress and made rapid progress.

That speed is much faster than Mu himself.

If Amu is just a mediocre apprentice, then Dahl can be said to have reached the level of genius on this road.

According to the people around him, if there is no accident, Dahl will probably be able to awaken before the age of 30 and become a real knight.

This is still in the case that the other party is not exercising very hard.

Thinking of this, Yamu couldn't help sighing.

The world is so real sometimes.

Sometimes you try your best, but you still can't catch up with the results achieved by others' random exercise.

Of course, compared to other people, Yamu is already a lucky one.

Possessing knight talent is also a very rare thing in itself.

Earl Reagan had quite a few children, but Dahl was the only one with knight talent.

Compared with those without talent, Yamu is already pretty good.

Yamu comforted himself in this way, then he clenched his sword and continued to work hard.

He trained hard and tempered himself.

Not far away, their instructor, a middle-aged man named Suo Sen, stood there, looking at the two who were training and couldn't help but nod.

Thorsen, this is another knight under Earl Reagan and one of the three official knights under Earl Reagan.

In the past, he has always served as the knight instructor under Earl Reagan.

Both Yamu and Dar were taught by him.

"Still working so hard, what a pity."

Looking at the two Amu not far away, Suo Sen's eyes showed a trace of regret: "If Master Dar can work as hard as Amu, he may become a knight in a few years."

He is very aware of Amu's diligence and appreciates it.

It's a pity that the profession of knight is not something that can be achieved through hard work.

A day of training ends quickly.

It was dusk.

Yamu finished the training, took a shower first, and then returned to his room.

The next day, instead of training as usual, he came to a market outside the castle and started his routine inspection.

Originally, there was no market outside Earl Reagan's castle, only stretches of farmland and barracks.

In the eyes of Earl Reagan and his subordinates, the Black Forest Territory does not need those fancy things.

Anyway, for a certain period of time every year, foreign businessmen will come to do business with them.

There is no need for such a private bazaar.

But Yamu is keenly aware of the hidden business needs of those leaders within the Black Forest Territory.

Earl Reagan's territory is very large, and there are quite a lot of people living in it.

In this territory full of black trees, there are hundreds of thousands of people living in it.

These people are scattered around with villages as units. Although it seems that they only need to farm land and pay taxes, they actually have corresponding needs for commercial exchange and consumption.

In any case, within the 10 people, there are some wealthy free citizens.

Different from those people who were nominally called citizens but were actually serfs, these people also had corresponding needs in addition to the necessary food consumption.

It's just that in the past, because of the neglect of the military nobles headed by Earl Reagan, the needs of these people were ignored and could not be expressed.

Yamu realized this, so he asked Earl Reagan to create such a market at this fairly well-developed junction.

There are stalls in the market, and there are foreign farmers who come to sell their own agricultural products and local specialties, and there are also foreign businessmen who realize the business opportunities and come to sell foreign products.

There's even a blacksmith's shop here that sells farm tools, which Amou set up on purpose.

The maintenance of the market depends on the rent and taxes of the stalls.

The rent in most places is very low, and there are no fixed booths, just small squares where people can sit.

You only need a copper plate or a little food crop to rent for a day, which is just symbolic.

After all, you can't expect much from peasants who are essentially no different from serfs.

It's the market center locations that really make up the bulk of the rent.

Compared with the clutter and smell outside, this place is clean and tidy. There are corresponding people cleaning every day, and guards are hired to patrol around. Just walking here can make people feel more comfortable.

Correspondingly, the rent here will be much more expensive.

Some specified goods, such as agricultural tools and alcoholic beverages, must also pay a transaction tax.

Facts have proved that people's desire to consume in the Black Forest also exists, and it has been suppressed for a long time.

In just three or four years, this place has become the most prosperous place nearby, and many people come and go here every day.

Moreover, many people from outside the territory and mountain people hiding in the mountains came here specially to exchange supplies at this place.

The income from this market is also one of the sources of Amu's own small treasury.

"Master Yamu, good morning."

"Mr. Yamu, do you want to come over and have a look? I have a new batch of goods here."

"Amu."

Walking into the gate of the market, there were bursts of greetings from everywhere.

Yamu smiled and greeted them one by one.

Such an act of being close to the people made the farmers and businessmen from other places who came here for the first time feel relaxed and let go of their vigilance.

"It seems that, as the rumors say, this Mr. Yamu is a rare good man"

Many people who came here for the first time thought so.

But in fact, Yamu didn't do anything, he just imitated those leaders in his previous life and showed a gesture of being close to the people.

But the effect often surprised him.

"The operation of the market is normal. Here is the tax for this month, and it is all ready."

When they came to the center, the manager of the market respectfully stepped forward and handed over the bill for this month.

"It's almost a hundred gold coins, which is not bad."

Yamu looked at the bill casually, then frowned: "The account is wrong."

As a manager, Mayne was suddenly nervous: "Ah, how much is missing?"

Wherever there is oil and water, there will naturally be people with ideas.

Naturally, there are also people who want to fill their pockets in this market, and there are quite a few of them.

But Yamu also has his own way of dealing with this.

Those seemingly simple bills, when they came to him, would soon be noticed to be wrong.

After all, it would be fine if the scope is large enough, but there are only so many people in the entire market, and if Yamu is not right about this account, then what Yamu learned in his previous life would be in vain.

These people are extorting and extorting in private. If they do it secretly, they may not be discovered, but if they tamper with the ledger, it will be a ghost if they are not discovered.

In the past few years, Yamu didn't know how many people were uncovered and how many related households were killed.

So at this moment, when he heard Yamu's voice, Mayne, as a manager, immediately became nervous.

He really didn't do much, and he didn't want to lose his job because of the wanton actions of those under him.

However, Ya Mu's answer still surprised him.

"It's not less, it's more."

Looking at Mayne's appearance, Yamu's brows eased, and then he pointed out: "According to the book, this month should be 120 gold coins and seven silver coins plus three tung seeds, and here is an extra five gold coins."

“Accounts receivable here are not up to par”

"That's too much."

Hearing that it wasn't less but more, Mayne breathed a sigh of relief: "It should be that the people below collected more when they went to collect the money. It doesn't matter."

"What do you mean it doesn't matter?"

Yamu glanced at him: "Go down and check the account again, find out which company has overcharged, and then return the money to me."

"what?"

Mayne was a little dumbfounded.

He has grown up so much, he has only seen people who charge too much money, when did he see people who charged too much and then returned the money?
You are not in line with the usual style of nobles!

But under Yamu's gaze, he still shuddered, and hurriedly dodged to do it.

Only Amu was left where he was.

Looking at the ledger in hand, he shook his head: "What are these things?"

The bazaar has become prosperous now, and now the tax revenue that can be harvested in a month adds up to [-] gold coins, which is quite a huge sum of money, and there are many things that can be done in this world.

The money wasn't entirely Amu's own, though.

Half of it will be sent to Earl Reagan as a protection fee for Earl Reagan.

This is necessary, or God knows how much trouble it will cause.

You must know that as the gold-absorbing ability of this market is gradually revealed, there are quite a lot of related households in various places who want to come and have a bite.

Therefore, Earl Reagan's signature and strength are quite necessary.

For the remaining half, Yamu has to subtract the maintenance expenses. For example, the guards hired in the market, the corresponding cleaners and maids, and managers like Mayne all need to be paid. .

These bits and pieces add up to quite a lot, too.

In the end, only a quarter of them fell into Yamu's hands, that is, about twenty or thirty gold coins.

But for Yamu, these are enough.

(End of this chapter)