Shall we go to open up the wasteland together tomorrow?

Following the figure of the cold and beautiful female knight, Ethan once again came to the Laveswan Castle in the head of Beamon.

Seeing the castle again, Ethan was still shocked.

The first time he just looked at it from a distance, he felt it was magnificent.

The second time he saw it, it was still magnificent before dawn.

But the previous two times were not as shocking as this time.

Because this time he entered from the main gate.

Ethan knew that if it weren't for the female knight in front leading the way, a ragged scavenger would never be able to enter the castle.

"It's you?!"

A guard exclaimed.

Ethan looked and saw that it was Foen Kroz, who had taken in a lot of Belo, the captain of the guard of this castle, equivalent to the head of security.

Speaking of which, it was thanks to the information he told Ethan that Ethan became a mercenary and found Lisa.

"Mr. Foen, we meet again."

Ethan nodded slightly to show respect.

The female knight glanced at the two of them, gave Foen a few instructions, and turned away.

Seeing that Fawn was timid, Ethan felt that this female knight was extraordinary.

Fawn led him to a room, and seeing that there was no one around, he said:

"You are really a heroic boy. I didn't expect you to find it."

"Thanks to Brother Fawn for pointing me out."

The two exchanged greetings and chatted with each other.

Ethan knew that the female knight was Lisa's personal bodyguard. The reason why Lisa was in danger that day was because the female knight was not around.

And now that Lisa was put in solitary confinement by old Chris, she should be able to rest for two days.

Captain Fawn asked a few questions in a roundabout way, which were nothing more than about Ethan's hometown, how he came here, why he went to Turing City, and so on.

In all likelihood, he asked at the behest of the female knight.

Ethan had already prepared a statement for this.

He certainly didn't dare to tell anyone about his experience in the circus. He only said that he came from a remote village in Mensa City and used to learn medical skills from the witch doctor in the village, so he wanted to take the entrance examination for Flo University and become a doctor.

He emphasized that he was good at medicine and had an interest in medicine to divert the other party's attention.

In the eyes of the guard captain Fawn, Ethan had become a passionate young man who was born in poverty but was unwilling to accept the status quo, adhered to his passion, and pursued his dreams step by step.

At this time, two servants brought hot water.

Captain Fawn could only leave embarrassedly, probably to report.

Ethan moaned comfortably in the bathtub.

Recalling whether there were any loopholes in his words during the conversation just now.

In fact, Ethan was not afraid of his identity being exposed, because he did come from the remote town of Rum in Mensa City.

At the same time, he was born in poverty. As for joining the circus, only Old Bill knew about it. At other times, Ethan was always dressed as a clown and was not afraid of being recognized.

There was no need to be afraid of medical skills, because in his memory, Mrs. Jasmine had a stubborn tuberculosis, and Ethan's ambition when he was a child was to become a doctor to cure her disease.

He did learn medical skills from the witch doctor in the village for a period of time.

This is a well-known thing, and he is not afraid of investigation at all.

I believe that even if the other party investigates carefully, they will not find any results.

After taking a hot bath, put on the clothes that have been prepared long ago.

This is a high-end apprentice knight's outfit, made of high-quality fabrics, all white, and the workmanship is impeccable.

It looks both solemn and graceful.

It is also very comfortable to wear.

This should be the best clothes I have worn since I traveled through time.

Standing in front of the mirror, Ethan straightened his chest and pulled in his abdomen.

The person in the mirror was young and handsome, and vigorous.

Except for the faint dark circles under his eyes and some flaws.

Not to mention that he really has an inside taste.

Following the two guards, Ethan was like walking in a palace.

Passing through the magnificent hall, walking up the rows of stairs, and finally turning into an antique study.

The guard asked him to wait for a moment, and the owner would come over later.

There are two rows of bookshelves in this study. There is no dust on the bookshelves, and the books are neatly arranged. It should be because someone often cleans them.

Most of the books here are about business.

On the right side of the first bookshelf, the books have traces of being turned over.

If Ethan guessed correctly, the owner of the study was old Christine.

Ethan stood in front of a bookshelf and browsed. There were several books on the currency system before the Commonwealth of Christ on this bookshelf, and he was more interested in these.

The current calendar still uses the AD calendar.

The date of the establishment of the Federation is the first year of the Commonwealth of Christ. After the establishment of the Federation, currency was gradually replaced by senbei.

Only in the records before the Commonwealth of Christ can the shadow of currency be found.

My fortune-teller coin is still in Lisa's hand, and I have to find time to get it back.

"I didn't expect you to be interested in the currency system before the Commonwealth of Christ."

I don't know when a middle-aged man stood behind Ethan.

He was dressed in simple clothes and smiled, which made people feel like spring breeze.

"I am Turner Chris, Lisa's father. Thank you very much for saving my daughter."

Ethan looked at the legendary tycoon in front of him, and he didn't seem to have any airs.

"Hello, Mr. Turner, I'm Ethan, please take care of me."

Turner came to the second bookshelf and took out a book and handed it to Ethan.

"As for the monetary system before Christ, I suggest you read The Birth of the Copper Nate. It should give you some inspiration."

The copper nat was the first currency to be spread during the Hovo civilization period. It circulated for about half a century in history. Later, two currencies, silver Sickle and gold galleon, appeared.

It can be regarded as the true germination and development period in the history of currency.

It is indeed very representative.

"Thank you for the recommendation, Mr. Turner. I will read it carefully."

Ethan took the book respectfully.

"I heard that you are from a remote area of ​​Mensa City. I wonder where exactly?"

"Rum Town."

"Oh? The rum in Rum Town is very popular. Last year, I went to Rum Town to buy it with a lot of money. Henry, the mayor of Rum Town, only sold me 100 bottles. What a miser."

"Henry?"

"That's right, Henry, the mayor of Rum Town, is a man who loves alcohol."

"I think Mr. Turner made a mistake. There is nothing wrong with being addicted to alcohol, but his name should be Old Bill."

"Oh, I'm really old. I remembered it wrong."

Old fox~

Ethan's face remained unchanged, but he sneered in his heart.

I tried my best to save your daughter, but you are playing dumb here.

Rich people are not good!

Lemon theory from the soul.

Actually, it is not Turner's fault. After all, it is a long way from Mensa City to Behemoth City, and it is really a big challenge to come from the foggy world.

"I heard that you are going to apply for a medical student at Flo University, so you must be very proficient in medicine."

"I know a little bit~"

"I don't know why my waist has suddenly felt uncomfortable recently. Can you help me take a look?"

Ethan smiled, but his mind was full of activities.

The weather has just started to warm up at this time of year, and it is reasonable that there will be no rheumatic symptoms.

Ethan seemed to have thought of something, and said maliciously:

"Maybe it's because of kidney deficiency..."

PS: Thanks to the book friend Shiyu Sacrifice for the reward, it's great

PS: There is only one chapter left in this volume, and the third volume will be opened tomorrow, Oli!