Overgod Ascension

Wu Ming carefully weighed the silver tower on his hand.

The silver coin itself is shiny and, because it has been improperly kept for some time, has been slightly covered with black dirt and there are also scissors on the edges, making it look less even.

In the middle of the silver coin, there is a face, a portrait of the rumored 'conqueror' Taller, who once united the entire Fluorescent Plain and expanded outward to establish a kingdom, the purest of blue blood.

This is also the largest monetary unit that William can have.

As for Kinderon, he probably only dreamed about it.

“I guess I'm quite the apprentice...”

Wu Ming looked around and sighed very silently.

Unconsciously, the night is late.

A shadow escaped from William's cabin, skilfully dodging the lookout arrow tower and sneaking out of town from the corner.

“Hunting is such a hassle, it's really...”

Wu Ming ran in the shadows, thinking helplessly.

He is still a normal person, needs salt, medicines, and cannot live a bloody life.

But it's not that easy, if only slightly, to stand out in a small town.

The tax officer waving the tax form will teach you to be human again in minutes.

Even if hunting, he could happen to be famous for collecting a bunch of hunter taxes, slaughter taxes, and so on, which is almost instinctive for officials, because most of that income goes into his own pockets.

As for the law?

I'm sorry! The entire Baron Leader, with the exception of the Free People's Farmland, belongs to the Baron himself, as do the cultivated land, the jungle and the prey!

What the Baron says is the law! And as a tax officer, you have the right to interpret the law at will!

Those civilians who don't even know the script, where do they have the nerve to fight the Master?

In the case of unequal classes, what if you have the truth?

It's like Lorien, usually hunting at will, and the sheriff and the tax officer will pretend to see nothing, but William just can't!

The more ignorant and backward the world, the more terrible the restrictions on the lower layers!

From the point of view of a group of ‘grown-ups' led by the Baron, it would be desirable to turn all the inhabitants into serfs and only livestock who knew how to work.

“I'm a little sensitive right now... I don't have a backstage, I'd rather keep a low profile...”

After walking for half an hour, Wu Ming finally arrived at his destination, a lush jungle.

There are usually small animals here, which are heavens for hunters in small towns, but of course, going deeper is very dangerous and you may encounter wildlings and cannibals.

“Civilians in this world are too narrow to be nobles! This is your chance to fulfill your ambitions! ”

Wu Mingyu's eyes glittered: “Of course... this road is also very difficult, first of all you have to master the power! The most basic thing is to raise this body! That's what it takes to eat salt and meat! ”

The salt used by the world's civilians, it really doesn't matter, Wu Ming can only buy himself purified once more for his own consumption.

As for the sale? Patents, profits?

That's a lot to think about. Wu Ming would never have had that idea before he became an aristocrat and owned his own territory.

If he could take the opportunity to dedicate this little technology to the Baron or some nobleman, as an ascendant, he would already feel quite affordable.

Gu Gu!

The jungle is quite quiet at night, the breeze smells of green grass, and the unknown birds scream.

Wu Ming focused his attention on the five officials as much as possible. The acute perception of true spiritual attachment made him remarkable in this regard, even though some good scouts and vagabonds were incomparable.

He fell softly, without making a sound, and his shadow was hidden in the dark, like a dive.

Pfft!

Wu Ming's eyebrows picked, a simple slingshot on his hand instantly started, a stone whistled and didn't go into the grass, a scream.

“Grey feather pigeon? ”

When he turned the grass, he saw a pigeon-like bird, covered in gray feathers, with a little blue bird on his back and neck, surrounded by a circle of feathers.

“Got something...”

Wu Mingwang looked at the jungle as if it was an untapped treasure.

Half an hour later, on the side of the stream.

A pile of gray feathers and viscera were gathered together and buried carefully.

The original pigeons were washed and stripped, wrapped in a layer of leaves, then coated with mud, and slowly simmered in the fire.

This is what the grammar calls a chicken, and when there's no pot, it's just the right thing to do.

When the meat was cooked, Wu Ming pickpocketed the fire heap, took out six or seven mud groups, and smashed the shell again. A layer of meat overflowed and coveted.

“Not bad...”

Though the seasoning is only salt, the flavor is still very delicious, smooth and not tiresome, with a slight tremor that naturally separates the bird meat from the skeleton with a peculiar freshness.

After eating five or six pigeons in a row, Wu Ming got up and touched his stomach to satisfy the long sigh.

“Previously on William, poor and poor, he rarely eats even meat. Although farming exercises all muscle, it is consuming potential and life expectancy. At this time, it should be made up slowly...”

After eating and drinking, he began collecting specimens of various plants and animals in the jungle.

As a generation of celestial fairies, Master Alchemist, simple drug formulation is naturally hard to beat him. As long as he is familiar with the pharmacology of the universe, he can naturally configure the most basic drugs.

When I think of that scholarly, part-time doctor in town, Wu Ming is a little chilly.

The doctor in William's mind knows only four cures: emesis, diarrhea, bleeding, and anesthesia with demonic flowers...

You can imagine the pit!

Essentially, even though other people in small towns encounter illness, they are also more resistant to it. Of course, Wu Ming guesses that there is also a reason that they do not have enough money...

“Learn the rules of the universe from scratch, from the ground up…”

“Also, exercise this body while looking for the extraordinary power, which is the clue to this rule of cosmic power...”

Wu Mingmei gave himself plans for the future.

Anyway, he has a long life span. This is not a matter of urgency at all. It can be slowly illustrated.

……

Spring goes to autumn.

Soon, months passed.

Large pieces of oatmeal outside the town were harvested and golden ears were breezed away as if they were waves, bringing abundant joy to the harvest.

At this point, the only mill in town starts working day and night, with the town's tax officers staring at it.

He was collecting mill taxes, and according to territorial law, one mill per inhabitant was used, and a tenth of the wheat flour was milled into the baron's pocket as a tax, which was a huge financial resource.

The usual silent mill, at a time of lively noise.

In William's memory, here at leisure, is the best place for all the wild Faithful in town, not knowing how many boys and girls, where they become men and women.

Of course, Wu Ming would not even consider these at this time.

After collecting his possessions, he pulled out the broken iron sword in front of his cabin and began to train meticulously.

“Front stab! ”

“Heavy split! ”

“Rotate! ”

“Block! ”

……

He sweats like rain, eats daily, and has a lot of nutrients piled up. The taller he gets, the stronger he has muscles, the brighter his eyes are. He's not as strong as he used to be, but as strong as he sees from his bones.

This charming William naturally attracts a lot of attention.

At least Wu Ming felt like walking down the street, receiving more ‘salutations’, and Aunt Roa's Sofia borrowed more often from him.

“Hi, William! ”

Just after Wu Ming had exercised a set of swordsmanship he had modified, the two teenagers came to greet him with excitement and couldn't help but applaud themselves.

“That's amazing... can I touch it? ”

A boy with freckles on his face and grey flutters swallowed saliva, watching Wu Ming's broken sword, excited.

“Absolutely, little Ava, but be aware, it's heavy and sharp, and it hurts people by accident! ”

Wu Ming handed over the blade handle to Ava and the other boy immediately gave off his envious look on his face.

“Well, little Alan, if you like, you can also try…”

He touched Alan's little head and watched as the two men fought excitedly, turning in a different direction: "Good day, Instructor Laurian! ”

His real guests stood outside the fence, and his face was stunned: “William... your swordsmanship...”

Wu Ming scratched his head: “This is a little bit of a trick for me. How does the instructor feel? ”

At this time, he was like an uneasy young man.

“Very good... very good...”

Lorian was right.

While the key to Wu Ming's swordsmanship is breathing coordination and exploring the muscles of his entire body, several force modes are also incredibly perfect, amazing to the experienced Lorian.

“You have a talent for a warrior! ”

He praised: "I just need an opportunity! It's coming! ”

“I'll buy the instructor a drink! ”

Wu Ming smiled and both knew what they were saying.

A moment later, at Aunt Roya's hotel, Wu Ming ordered beer and barbecue, sat opposite Rorian, and slowly ate and drank.

Even though the money is not revealed, so occasionally, once or twice, Lorien is invited again, and I'm sure no one will suspect anything.

“Sorry…”

Lorian starts by talking.

“If it was for the last time, you don't have to… After all, the end of the war is good for us all! ”

Wu Ming smiled.

Naturally, this is a follow-up to the last war.

Viscount Garcia, a wise and courageous nobleman who had tested the bottom lines of the Horses of the Fluorescent Plains, did not intensify the war, but wisely chose humility.

War could not be fought, a large number of prisoners of war were released after receiving ransom, and Lorien's previous commitment, which was not a promise, was naturally lost.