paranoianovel Chapter 596: Bryant Does Good Deeds Without Leaving A Name
Chapter 596: Bryant Does Good Deeds Without Leaving A Name
The envoys from Most City are really not playing tricks. They say plowing is plowing, but they need to plow a lot of land. There are more than 300 farmlands. After plowing a farmland, you can get 1 gold coin. If you are a person, After the plowing is completed, the gold coins belong to this person.
Of course, farming cannot be done by just plowing the land. A group of farmers looked at them happily with baskets of seeds.
They are all farmers from the city of Most.
But you only need to be responsible for sowing seeds.
"For the drama, for the food, for the assassination plan!"
Pat kept hypnotizing himself in his mind, and Bart did the same.
"bring it on!"
He signaled to one of the farmers, who immediately brought a plow and tied it to him.
Originally, the farmer wanted to take a whip out of habit, but was stopped by Pat's murderous gaze.
Seeing the commander doing this, of course the other orcs could only hold their noses and admit it.
However, they still have beautiful longings in their hearts. They want to watch the drama and see if the gray bull-headed girl is really as beautiful as in the photo.
Beside the fields, the messenger from Most City was chatting with the nobles who contracted the land.
"If you really have one, where can you find more than two hundred strong and talented workers?"
"Hehehe, you don't even know what I do every day. Every foreigner who comes to Most City must be screened by me."
"Tsk, tsk," the noble said, and then gave the envoy the price agreed in advance: "Here, a piece of land is 5 gold coins, which is 1,500 gold coins. Remember to pay those farmers well, I don't want to be beaten by Moss The law enforcement team from Special City came to our door."
"Don't worry, sir, I guarantee that your fields will soon grow fresh and tender grain!"
"Hmph! I'll lend you some good words."
The nobleman smoked a cigar and left in a carriage.
The envoy found a stool and sat next to the thatched hut. His work had been temporarily handed over to his apprentice, so he was not worried. Now he had a real big deal.
Look at these strong men, how strong they are!
Walking like flying in the wheat field~
It is expected that the fields will be plowed before midnight.
At that time, he only needs to give 300 gold coins to these stupid guys.
Give those farmers another 200 gold coins, and then he can make a net profit of 1,000 gold coins, all for an afternoon of leisure time.
“What wonderful leeks!”
The messenger looked at the orcs fucking fiercely in the dusk and couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction. He took out a small bottle of Most City's specialty vodka from his arms and unscrewed the bottle cap at the sunset.
"Praise capital!"
He smiled slightly, toasted to the sunset, and drank it all in one gulp.
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At midnight, a group of exhausted orcs, covered with dust and mud, were sitting near the bonfire beside the field. They sat in a circle around the bonfire, all listless and hungry, with their chests touching their backs.
Sleeping is not allowed in Most.
But no one cares how many people sleep in the fields outside Most.
They planned to spend the night in this field tonight. Anyway, they couldn't afford to live in a house in Most City.
"Chief, why are humans so rich but we are so poor?"
An orc looked at the bright night sky, his eyes gradually becoming confused.
The education of the tribe since childhood is the glory of the orcs. The orcs will never be slaves. The orcs are the greatest race. Their mission is to make the orcs great again.
But when they saw the prosperity of the human empire, they suddenly felt how ridiculous the backward tribes were.
Perhaps the reason why the orcs can still continue is because of the legendary Beast King who guards the entire orc clan.
In addition, the place where the orcs live is a barren desert, where there is nothing but light and heat during the day, and it is extremely cold at night. Humans do not bother to compete with the orcs for these barren lands.
Pate did not answer the orc's question.
He looked at the crackling bonfire and felt that everything was in chaos. Aren't they here to assassinate the Winter King? Why are they gradually losing their fighting spirit? Is it because they are not religious enough for the glory of the Orcs?
"Awaited!"
There was a shout in the distance.
I saw the messenger driving a carriage, covered with stars and moon, coming slowly.
Behind the carriage was the food he had prepared for the orcs: some porridge with vegetables and rye bread.
The total cost of purchasing these things in Most City was less than 10 silver coins.
But he didn't buy it on the busiest street, but went to an ordinary farmer's house to collect it. Then he used the power of the envoy to find a restaurant and paid some money for simple processing.
"It's not easy to get this food." The messenger got off the carriage and looked at the group of strong men surrounding him with a smile.
They looked at him with sparkling eyes.
Just like the beggar outside the casino, facing the eyes of the nobles and wealthy businessmen coming in and out.
"But I'm a good person. I'll just charge you a gold coin for so much food. I believe you understand how high the prices are in Most City."
After hearing this, Pate went around to the back of the carriage and opened a few large pots to take a look.
Although it was simple, the portion of the food was very large, enough to feed two hundred orcs. It was obvious that the envoy was really thoughtful and considered their situation very much.
This made Pate feel a little grateful.
The elders and high priests of the clan said that humans were hateful and cunning.
However, whether he met the indifferent and shady true gentleman along the way, or the current envoy from Most City, in Pate's opinion, they were all good people with pure and kind hearts.
Pate praised his incredible luck.
It must be the blessing of the beast god that prevented him from encountering some hateful humans.
"Thank you so much, Lord Messenger."
Pate paid a gold coin very readily. Now the orcs have a total of 300 gold coins, all of which are kept by him. They are truly wealthy.
"You're welcome. Seriously receiving every guest who visits Most City is the purpose of my work. My purpose is to allow every guest to find their own happiness in Most City."
The messenger had a standard formulaic smile on his face and bowed slightly to this group of idiots.
Then he took Pate's gold coins and put them in his pocket.
Turn around and get on the carriage, ready to leave.
However, the next second he was suddenly stopped by Pat.
His shoulders stiffened and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.
"Do you have anything else to do?"
The messenger turned around and asked with a dry smile.
"Lord Messenger, you are a good person."
Pate asked sincerely, "Can you tell me your name?" He thought that if there was a conflict with Most City in the future, he would spare the life of anyone with the same surname as the messenger.
"Me?" The messenger took out a silk scarf and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Suddenly I remembered a sentence in the Most City Envoy Training Guide.
How should you answer when a guest asks for your name to avoid subsequent risks.
Fortunately, he paid attention in class and remembered it completely.
"My name is Bryant." The messenger said, "Bryant who does good deeds without leaving his name behind!"
After saying this, he boarded the carriage.
"Bryant? Brilliant Sapphire...ah~what a good name."
Pat stopped and watched the messenger's carriage gradually disappear into the darkness of the fields. He couldn't help but recited "Bryant" several times in his mind.