Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 11: Bailuzhou

Today is Tuesday, May 23, 574. Sacred Light Calendar is said to have been the head of the fraternity, Mason Riggs. O. Hill established the year in which he led the uprising forces to expel evil magicians from the Farea continent, set the year of the Amslan dynasty of the unified Farea continent as the beginning of the Holy Light calendar, and suspended the dark calendar, which had been around for thousands of years. At present, the countries of the Farea continent practise essentially the Holy Calendar.

In four days, it will be Saturday, May 27. In the history of the Kingdom of Orvilas, it was the anniversary of Prince Calgart's triumph over the tri-colored scepter and his ascension to the throne of King Sterling IX. After his death, his successor, Sterling X, entrusted the House of Lords with proposing that the day be designated as the official holiday of the Kingdom, to commemorate the great cause of the Kingdom of Renaissance done by the great Sterling IX.

Sunday school holidays, plus the Easter festival festivities that school routinely holds on Friday mornings, and afternoon classes are off, so Claude had a rare two-and-a-half day vacation.

Knowing that the world is different from the past life of the traveler, schools do not have the difference between a summer vacation and a cold vacation, one semester a year, enrolled in mid-February until November, the more than two months of the new year are called annual holidays, or also known as cat winter holidays. This is due to the fact that in the Farea continent, the coldest weather season of the year, heavy snow flies and most people, mostly cats, spend the winter indoors, seldom working outside.

With two and a half days of vacation, Bok Al and Eriksson started planning where to play a long time ago, Claude and Verricolo are naturally indispensable. It was just that the ideas put forward by Bok Al and Eriksson were not very reliable, and at the end of the day, Velikro proposed to go to Baiyuzhou camp, which was unanimously endorsed.

Bai Lu Zhou is less than twenty miles from Bai Lu Town, but Claude has never been to Bai Lu Zhou, because between Bai Lu Town and Bai Lu Zhou is more than ten miles wide of Bai Linga Lake.

More than a thousand years ago, while hunting, the southwestern mountaineers saw the legendary white elk, symbolic of happiness and tranquillity, lying on the shores of Lake Beringa, so they gathered their wives here to explore the land, and there was a town of white deer. The same is true of Baiyuzhou, which was named after countless baiyu long ago.

It was only later that people discovered that they thought that Bailuan, a lake separated from Bailua Town, was not a hill or a small island by the lake, and that Bailuan was actually a hill that separated Bailinga Lake, Bailua Town and the sea. It is the baiyuzhou blockage, the tsunami sea breeze and the raging waves of evil have never posed a threat to Baihua Town, the only harm is that several times a year the large tidal sea water pours up the waters of Lake Bailinga through the dam to form a slight water hazard.

Leeches and countless seabirds are said to be present in Bailuzhou, as well as furs such as otters, stone foxes, leopards and other exotic animals of precious value, as well as numerous herbs worth collecting, which are extremely productive. But few people in Bai Lu Town are willing to go to Bai Lu Zhou.

There is no other reason, first of all dangerous, and secondly, there is a huge ruin on the continent, the legend being the remains of a magic tower that collapsed hundreds of years ago. Involved in evil magicians, so much so that Baiyuzhou was artificially shaded in the mouth of people, no one was willing to go there to find trouble for themselves.

Bork Al and Ericsson have also not been to Leucius, and only Vericulo, of the four small partners, has followed his father twice during his first two years of annual leave, once to hunt stone foxes and once to collect a herb.

So Verricolo said the proposal to go on an adventure vacation to Baiyuzhou camp was welcomed by two bold guys, Bok Al and Eriksson, and youth meant curiosity, and impulse and courage. Claude, as a traveler, did not care about the horror and evil legends on what people called the White Eel. Instead, he was interested in the ruins of the collapsed magic tower and was ready to go and take a look at it, while pushing the boat with acquiescence.

“By the way, Claude, after lunch, we rolled over from the back wall to the Old Street Monk grocery store and sold those two pieces of leather that Vero had brought, and we checked with him to see if there was anything we needed.” Boc Al pointed softly at the package that Verricolo brought under the desk.

Claude nodded, and the walls in the woods behind the school were soaked in half by heavy snow and rainwater, becoming a private entrance and exit for students to and from the campus in violation of school rules, which everyone knew, but no one would report to the school.

Moreover, even if the school management knew that there was no way to fix the gap in a short period of time, the funds for the repair of the wall would have to be reported to the administrative department of Bai Lu Town for application, and the administrative department would send someone to the school to investigate and verify the amount of funds for the repair, then meet to discuss where the extrabudgetary funds should be disbursed, and finally submit the resolution to the mayor for signature and the mayor's consent before sending it to the town finance department for implementation.

The whole process can't go down in less than two months from the time of application to the time of disbursement of funds. If the mayor disagrees or the town's finance department says that this year's funding strain will be difficult to wait until next year, then all previous efforts will be wasted and the process will have to be restarted until next year.

So even if they knew that the wall behind them had broken a gap, they would close a blind eye and pretend they didn't know. Perhaps they still had to collapse a few more walls so that they could clearly ask the town to allocate funds to rebuild the entire school wall instead of fixing a small gap.

Lunch in China is still as unpleasant and tasteless as ever, with a spoon of mashed potatoes and gravy, two slices of black bread and a thin piece of paper bacon, and fruit being a baby fist-sized boiled apple. But red vegetable soup in a large iron pan in the cafeteria can be drunk as long as your stomach is ready.

Lunch like this can fill the tummy for students, but don't even think about tasting it. Occasionally, the school changes its recipe by replacing mashed potatoes with oatmeal porridge, or by replacing that thin piece of bacon in black bread with a slice of cheese and two slices of lettuce.

In order to save money, the school even removed the butter, with only the last bottle of salt on the table in the cafeteria.

Bok Al is now eating black bread as if he were dead: “It's too dry. I really miss the lamb roast cake I had in the morning. It's fragrant and crispy. It bites full of oil...”

“Who told you to eat bacon first, then potato mud, and then eat black bread, without eating it?" said Ericsson, sarcastically, "It tastes like dry wood. Why don't you go get a bowl of cabbage soup and eat it? ”

“No.” Boc Al shook his head in a hurry: “You know, when I smell the red vegetable soup, I want to throw up. Somehow, every time I see the red vegetable soup, I think of the smell of the insole. It's disgusting...”

“Eat up, cut the crap, Claude and Vero have gone to the classroom to get the package. Don't eat it if you're not afraid you won't be able to hold it this afternoon, or we'll go out later and you'll buy another lamb roast cake...” Erickson stared at Bok Al unwillingly and seemed eager for him to accept his offer.

“You think beautifully...” the breadcrumbs in Bok Al's mouth spilled the ground: “I spent only two riazos a month on coins, buying a lamb barbecue in the morning cost a tenth, and you robbed most of them...”

“Who says you're one of us!” Ericsson stalled: “You don't have enough money for two riazos a month? And me... my dad throws me a riazo when he's in a good mood and gives me a foot when he's in a bad mood, but he's been on the boat for half a year and I can't possibly see him every month or get a riazo out of his wallet.

Claude and I were in the same situation, and his father wouldn't give him any change without good reason, and occasionally his mother stuffed him with no more than one riazo. As for Vero, his clever, petty sister, head of the house, busy making dowry for himself, do you think he'll have change in his hands? ”

Looking at Bok Al Zhang tongue-in-cheek, Eriksson smiled: “So Claude is right, we are good partners, buddy, your pocket money is everyone's pocket money, if it's for this little money, I'm so sorry about the friendship between us... if you can't eat it, don't eat it, you see Claude and Vero have waved to us, go, even if you don't buy lamb roast pancakes, you can buy something else delicious...”

“It always felt like something was wrong...” Bok Al looked at Eriksson's back and looked at most of the black bread in his hand, muttering to himself: “Forget it, let's go buy a lamb roast cake...”

The four men rolled over smoothly from the wall behind the school.

“Why go to Old Monk's Grocery on Old Street and sell leather? I think the Gilp Pie store in the new district is the biggest fur acquisition point in town, right?” Claude asked curiously.

“These two pieces of Vero's leather have been around for some time," replied Boquer. “The fur is not bright and a little damaged. They cannot be sold at the Gilp Pie store, and they will acquire up to six riazos. Old Monk had a bargain there, and I thought maybe he could sell it to eight or nine riazos. ”

“Claude, you've rarely been to Old Street before, so you don't know Old Monk's Grocery.” Erickson added: “In fact, the Old Monk Grocery Store is the oldest store in town. It's been open for three generations. It's just that their business is basically with traders or sailors. North-south traders and sailors wandering around the ocean love to trade the weird little things they collect for money...”

“But now the old Monk grocery store no longer collects and trades those things.” At the end of last year, old shopkeeper Picchuck went to the mountains to pick up the goods, slipped on a snowy road, and even took a car down the ravine for a lifetime. His eldest son, Wakuri, took over and became the new shopkeeper. Wakuri then decided to transform the grocery store into a specialized fishing gear and onboard supply store.

You know there's a lot of gear and supplies on the boat that need leather to be used as raw materials, but the town's Gilp Pi store is a big buyer, and the old Monk grocery store can't compete for the share of fur, so we can only buy it sporadically, so we take these two leathers there, and I'm sure they'll make a good price. ”

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