Heimarian Odyssey

"This waterline, two Kingtons a week." On the dock, a middle-aged person looking like a tax officer walked in front of the ship. He first observed the waterline of the ship and said.

The tax officer was received by the chief officer of the ship. If there was no need, the chief officer presented two golden coins with the size of a golden thumb.

On the front of the gold coin is a picture of a carriage representing business, and on the back is a sketch of golden wheat representing grain.

Kinso, the most popular currency in the East Coast region.

The gold shield requested by the tax official is the national currency of the Kingdom of Manhattan, which is the country where the Morrington Port belongs. The chief mate pays for it with a stronger purchasing power. On the other hand, it also means bribery.

The two gold ropes are roughly worth two and a half gold shields, and the tax officer can make a profit.

Given the praise of the first officer, the tax officer took his account book and held his head up to collect taxes at the next docking station.

"I didn't expect ordinary people on the East Coast to have such a large right." Locke said with a chin, surprised.

The first officer's level of arrogance is at the level of a high-ranking servant, but the tax officer is an outright ordinary person, but the hierarchical relationship between the two is swapped here.

"Knowledge determines your destiny!" A sigh beside her, terrified Locke.

Being able to approach him silently, the person who spoke was indeed Pearson, the official magician on the ship.

Today, this master, instead of wearing his usual hats, wore a mage robe, a blindfold in one eye, and a pair of single-frame glasses in the other eye. Not only did it mean something nondescript, but to Locke. A knowledgeable feeling.

For this reason, it has nothing to do with the strength of Master Pearson's first-level magician and the knowledge and experience that has been deposited over hundreds of years.

Today's dressing has transformed Master Pearson from an inhuman, mysterious formal magician into a learned old man of wisdom.

People rely on clothing, horses and saddles, but nothing more.

Through the casual guidance of Master Pearson, Locke learned that arithmetical literacy is an essential skill for ordinary people who want to live a good life in this area of ​​the East Coast.

Farmers can't live a good life here, because there are not too many good fields to cultivate for the civilians.

Business and transactions are the mainstream here.

Reminiscent of the social atmosphere here, Locke is not difficult to understand why an ordinary person can justify looking for a high-level servant-level strongman to collect taxes.

Seeing that the first officer looked enviously at the tax officer, Locke headed up, did knowledge really determine fate?

Knowing that the ship is equipped with activated goblins, Locke did not drag the mud and carry water, and took Christine and Rafi directly off the ship.

An official magician from the Santa, who brought so many activation goblins to the east coast, there must be a decision-making deal with the Santa. Roque is closely related to the Santa. He is still a knight in the end, this kind of thing is still a good thing.

"This is the business card of the Brian Chamber of Commerce. If you want to return to the three islands in the West, go to this Chamber of Commerce for help." The Pearson Wizard took out a silver-plated hard paper and handed it to Locke.

Locke took care of it, and it seemed that the Brian Chamber of Commerce was the three islands in the west, and it was a shadow on the east coast.

After saying goodbye to Master Pearson, Locke and his second daughter walked to the streets of Port Morrington.

Although the Port of Molinton is a port, in Locke's view, both the area and the population are close to the level of a provincial capital of the Omor Empire.

There are many patrolling soldiers on the street, depending on the strength of those soldiers, most of them are ordinary people. Occasionally, there are two entry-level servants, and the leading captains are low-level servants.

From this point of view, the general level of human knights here is similar to or slightly stronger than the three western islands.

The three Locke who had just stepped into the Port of Morrington did not attract the attention of the patrol soldiers.

Their dress is very different from that of the residents here, but the caravans that travel to and from the Port of Molinton every day are more than ten million. It is a more uncommon clothing habit that people here have also seen.

These soldiers are on the street. On the one hand, they are to prevent people from making trouble. The Port of Morrington is worth a lot of money, and some desperate people are desperate to take risks. On the other hand, they check the wanderers who have no identity and status.

The three Locke also have no identity, but judging from their dress, they can't be the beggar wanderers, and these soldiers haven't had any fun.

"Brother, where shall we go first?" Christine asked excitedly, and everything on the streets of Morrington aroused the little girl's curiosity.

There is a magic shop here, in Princeton, the capital of the Omor Empire. This kind of shop dedicated to magicians is also very rare.

"First get an identity, and then change the gold coins here." Locke said.

The administrative area of ​​the Port of Molinton is located in the southeast of the town. This is the first area developed by the Port of Molinton. The ground is paved with white marble tiles.

"Hello, what level of identity do you need?" a formally dressed official asked politely in a room in the city hall.

The officials working in the city hall have developed a good look.

Locke and Christine began to walk in, and from their walking posture, expression and subtle movements, they showed their extraordinary.

Whether rich or expensive, this is the evaluation of the staff.

In addition to this, the strength of Locke’s prospective knight also had to make this group of officials look squarely.

How did they know Locke's strength? The city hall is naturally equipped with a set of props to gain the true strength of others.

In order to show importance, the official of the city hall took them to a separate room for discussion.

Facts have proved that this official's approach is extremely correct.

A whole box of gold bars was removed from the space ring by Locke.

"What rank do you want? The knighthood requires five thousand gold cords, ten thousand lords, and twenty thousand barons." The young official licked his dry lips.

The value of the box of gold bars in front of him is as much as thirty thousand gold.

"I want a baronial title, and by the way, the rest of the money, you will all be exchanged for gold." Locke said word by word.

"Then these two ladies?" the young official asked.

There are women on the East Coast who inherit the title. The famous female duke has several calendars, but Locke doesn’t know it.

"They just have ordinary status," Locke said.

They did not come here for a trip, they wanted a layer of identity just to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"Okay, please wait." the young official said.

They did this, the car light road was cooked to the extreme, Locke only tasted half of a cup of tea, and all the regulations were completed.

When the medals and documents representing the baron were neatly placed in front of Locke, Locke understood the reality of this place on the East Coast.

It turns out that not only knowledge determines fate, but also the rule of money supremacy.

"Is this lady a distinguished magician?" the official asked respectfully.

He was referring to Christine who was sitting next to Locke and bored.

Christine's dress is very different from that of Rock and Rafi. The light red robe is similar to the magician, and he has been dealing with various people all year round. This official can observe the different aspects of Christine from ordinary people.

"Yes, I am." Christine said dumbfounded. She didn't release the magic. How did the ordinary official see it?

"On the East Coast, distinguished magicians can directly obtain the rank of Lord when they reach the mid-level apprenticeship. What is your magic level, so is it convenient for us to see your level certificate?" The waiter finished in one breath It seems that he usually said this to people.

Christine didn't have a grade certificate to show this official. A beautiful fire wall was used to control the magic precisely, so that the powerful fire wall did not damage anything in the room.

When the officials saw it, there was no nonsense. They took out a Lord’s medal and documents and handed them over. They were prepared long ago.

The Wall of Fire is the signature magic of a mid-level apprentice, with both offense and defense. On the East Coast, even ordinary people like him know it.

With a layer of nobility, Christine was very excited, and turned over and looked at him with his medal for a long time.

"Go to find a place first." Locke said. In his opinion, this medal is worthless.

It’s not that you’ve been given a medal, it means you are a noble. The nobility has accumulated over the years and is a representative of rights and identity.

Without his own manor and power, no leader and land, Locke and others who spent tens of thousands of gold cables now have the status of nobility at best.

But this is enough.

The Red Leaf Tavern, a very iconic shop name, made Locke remember this pub while standing on the street.

The prosperity of the Port of Molinton makes many pubs work part-time as hotels.

After inquiring about it, Locke asked for an extra large room on the second floor.

When I first came to a strange place, it was better for the three people to live together. Locke did not deny that he had other thoughts.

Rafi has no opinion on this kind of thing, Christine only listens to Locke, of course, Locke decides.

"The treatment here seems to be especially good for the magician." In the room, Locke thought about the Christine's noble medal.

For the magician, in short, there is not much special treatment for the knights.

In terms of the strength of Locke’s quasi-knight, no matter which country in the western three islands wants a knighthood, at least he can be a viscount dangdang, but here, he needs to spend money to get a baronial knighthood.

And Christine didn't need to do anything, feel at ease to become a mid-level magic apprentice, and the title came to him.

"Is the magician higher than the knight?" Locke said inwardly. He is not sure whether this is the case in the Kingdom of Manhattan, which is part of Port Morrington, or on the east coast.

Or is it true of the entire wizarding continent? !

This is the birthplace of magic, the most prosperous and powerful place in the wizarding world.

Take a step by step, facing the new environment, Locke is not in a hurry.