Chapter 2: Mysterious
"Damn it, greed is truly the original sin. Even if you are a servant of God, greed still consumes one senses."
Walking out of the church, Karl cursed in a low voice with indignation. Seeing someone coming over, he hurriedly lowered his head and said: "Merciful Lord of Dawn..."
The Lord of Dawn is kind to believers, so Father Vick gave Karl time to show his "piety".
Thirty gold coins!
This is not a small amount.
The Bergman family has no talent for financial management.
On the contrary, each of them is very good at squandering.
His Grandfather, as a baron, even sold his territory in order to maintain his rich life before his death.
His father brought Karl to Sino City for many years, but he was unable to leave a property and had been renting in a not very prosperous neighborhood.
And in order to get a job as an inspector and have a decent job, he almost drained all his savings.
"Alas!"
Sighing, Karl did not choose to take a carriage, but walked to the prosperous Rouen Street.
This is the largest champagne market in the city and the largest commodity distribution center for several nearby marquisates.
September is the month of plenty and abundance.
If the host is generous, even the serfs will have some extra money, and the market will be very lively. But when there are too many people, it will not be clean.
The streets are full of dirty water and filth, and various smells are mixed together, and there are constant shouts.
"Seafood from the Gulf of Puglia, all kinds of sea fish..."
"Flower cakes with cheese-spread soft bread, six pence a portion, the favorite of the elderly and children."
"Fresh vegetables and fruits, cheap and affordable."
"Bordeaux wine is indispensable for noble banquets. You will never forget it after drinking it."
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Karl carefully avoided the crowd, with his eyes vigilantly scanned the surroundings, and he held his pockets tightly along the way.
There are many thieves here, especially for someone like him, who is well-dressed but has no entourage, he is the best target for those people.
It was not until he came to a familiar store that he relaxed his guard a little.
"Udir, your father is not here?"
"He went to buy goods."
Udir is a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, with dark skin, and he was a little shy when he spoke.
"Give me a bucket of milk." Carl pointed, thought for a moment and said, "The cheapest kind."
"Huh?"
Udir was stunned for a moment, then said, "Mr. Karl, this kind of milk cannot be drunk, well... Of course, some people will drink it."
Under difficult conditions, even sewage can be swallowed, and of course inferior milk can be drunk.
But this kind of milk is obviously not suitable for the status of the guest in front of him.
"I know." Karl smiled: "Give me another ten pounds of pickled meat strips, also the cheapest kind."
"This..." Udir shrugged: "Okay."
"Two crowns and three pence in total."
Crowns were called silver coins decades ago, but they were not really made of pure silver.
One crown is equivalent to twelve pence, and one pound is equal to ten crowns. The pound is also called the gold pound, which is mixed with some gold in proportion.
This is a common trading currency for people. There is also a less commonly used currency on the pound.
Gold coins!
The currency made of pure gold has the portrait of the first king of the Gondor Kingdom on it. In addition to being used to purchase materials, it is also of great collection value.
One gold coin is equivalent to ten pounds.
And as an Inspector Karl's salary was settled every half month, he could earn more than 20 pounds a month.
That is a little more than two gold coins, so 30 gold coins didn't seem like much.
But he still had to spend for daily consumption. In the past, Karl had no habit of saving. His monthly income was often not enough to cover his expenses, and he needed help from his father from time to time.
At present, all his savings were just over one gold coin, so thirty gold coins were undoubtedly a huge sum of money for him.
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He ate something on the way to fill his stomach. When he returned to his residence, Mrs. Mary had already gone out to work. She was a long-term employee in a bakery.
And Jenny was practicing her voice.
Her voice was very special, like the call of a lark outside the window. This was a rare talent.
If she passed the test of the Barrow Singing Group in a while, Jenny's future would be different.
Singers, in this era without schools and civilians unable to receive education, can cross classes.
For this reason, Mrs. Mary asked Jenny to stop all the work at hand and concentrate on practicing singing at home.
Karl listened attentively for a moment, and with the help of music, he eased his irritable mood, and then slowed down and returned to his room.
"Thirty gold coins!"
Putting down the milk and bacon, he pondered for a moment, then stepped forward and took down the sword hanging on the wall.
This is a knight's broadsword, can be held alone or wielded with both hands.
The broad sword blade flashed with cold light, and it was swung with great force. It was obviously not a decoration.
The weight of nearly three kilograms seemed ordinary, but it was definitely not easy to swing for a long time.
Generally speaking, only knight squires who have undergone rigorous training have this strength.
"Hah!"
Karl shouted in a low voice, holding the sword with both hands and slashing forward suddenly, and the blade stopped steadily when it was one foot off the ground.
Vertical slash!
Simple moves, but it can show his solid basic skills.
The Bergman family got rich through military exploits, and the fierce wind swordsmanship passed down is a knight-level swordsmanship with great power.
Unfortunately, his grandfather was illiterate. Although he became a baron, he did not get the breathing method that can activate the seed of life and make people's bodies evolve. Otherwise, Karl would have been a knight squire long ago.
Maybe, there is still a chance to become a knight!
In this world, knights have power far beyond ordinary people, and they also have a high status.
After putting on the soft armor and practicing swordsmanship for a while, Karl stopped when beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face turned fierce:
"If I'm forced, I can do anything."
He said, holding the broadsword, carrying the cheap milk and meat, then laid on the bed and closed his eyes.
If he was forced, he might not be able to do the job of blocking the road and robbing, but if he wanted to get thirty gold coins in a short time, he didn't have to be a robber. He could also…travel into a mysterious place!
With a faint halo flashing, Karl opened his eyes again and appeared in a wonderful place.
Endless stars were suspended around him, and under him was a stone chair with ancient patterns carved on it, full of mystery.
The broadsword was still in his arms, and the milk and meat strips were still in his hands.
But the environment suddenly changed!
It was like he had come to the outer space, or like he was on the throne of a god, overlooking the endless stars.
Not only did the environment change, but the moment he appeared here, the uneasiness, worry, and excitement in his heart were all suppressed by absolute rationality.
At this moment, Karl looked solemn and indifferent, his brown eyes were calm, and every thought was under control.
At this moment, he was like a 'god'!
"Swish!"
The broadsword slashed out again.
The same vertical slash, this time it was obviously more stable, and the strength, speed, and accuracy had reached the level of a knight's squire.
'Sure enough...'
'I have absolute rationality after coming here, and even my ability to control my body has been improved to a certain extent.'
'Where exactly is this place?'
After a brief pause, Karl, who could not get an answer, stepped forward. As he took a step forward, the scene in front of him changed again.
Travel!
That's right.
Karl is not only a transmigrator, but he can also use the mysterious place just now to come to another world.
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