Chapter 396: Mr. Fool's gold coins, it's fun to spend them

Chapter 396: Mr. Fool's gold coins, it's fun to spend them

In Reinette Tinichole's black castle, when Hastur visited again, Sharon was chatting with Reinette Tinichole in the lobby on the first floor.

"Chirp."

Gray Carrie, who had followed Hastur back, huddled up into a small ball and flew to Sharon's side, then stood on her right shoulder and looked up and down at Reinette Tinichole beside her. He withdrew his gaze.

"He will take us on this journey." Hastur sat on the sofa opposite Sharon, took a cup of hot tea from Reinette Tinichole, and took a sip. "He seems to like you quite a lot."

"Chirp."

Gray Carrie responded, stretched out her wings, and touched Sharon's head lightly, as if to say, I will protect this person.

Sharon was used to this, and Renette Tinichole's eyes narrowed slightly, and in the end she just sighed.

Sharon stretched out her hand to tease Gray Carrie and asked casually: "Where were you just now?"

"Going to meet an old friend I haven't met yet."

Sharon didn't ask any more questions. The two of them stayed in the castle for a while, and then followed Gray Carrie to leave the spirit world and go to the Republic of Intis.

In order not to attract too much attention, Hastur asked Gray Carrie to stop some distance away from the capital Trier.

Gray Carrie waved her wings lightly, and a spiritual portal appeared. Hastur and Sharon appeared a hundred miles away from Trier, the capital of the Republic of Intis.

This place is located on the main road leading to the capital Trier. The two of them just waited on the roadside for a while. Hasta rented a carriage from a passing caravan for 10 gold coins and went to the capital with them. Trier.

The currency of the Republic of Intis is Firkin and Cope. The gold pound of the Kingdom of Loen is not easily accepted here, but the value of the gold coin is still strong.

These gold coins were given to Sharon by Renette Tinichole before she left.

Thinking that the money was earned by Mr. Fool's hard work outside, Hasta couldn't help but exchange some gold coins with Sharon.

After all, the gold coins earned by Mr. Fool are more enjoyable to spend.

The Keton Caravan is a medium-sized caravan that specializes in traveling between the seaside port and the capital Trier to earn some price difference.

Thanks to Emperor Torosel, the road infrastructure here in the Republic of Intis is extremely well built. Not only are there steam train tracks all over the country, but the main roads between major cities are also very flat. Even on rainy days, There will be no uneven or muddy conditions.

With this transportation foundation, the business atmosphere of the Republic of Intis is very strong, and basically every city has many caravans.

People generally divide these caravans into third-class caravans, large, medium and small according to their size.

A small caravan only needs to meet the size of twenty people, while a medium-sized caravan needs a hundred people to start. As for a large caravan, it needs to go to the capital Trier and obtain royal approval before it can be established.

It is said that at the beginning, Emperor Russell wanted to mix caravans and mercenaries, called a mercenary group.

Then it was divided into seven levels from high to low: S, A, B, C, D, E, F, but in the end it was not implemented.

According to the investigation of later generations of experts, it is believed that in the era of Emperor Russell, wars were still very frequent. If the caravans were given the right to recruit mercenaries independently, then a powerful mercenary group would have enough money and combatants at the same time.

For the stability of the country, this cannot be allowed to exist.

For this reason, Emperor Russell separated the caravans from the mercenaries, and stipulated that only official organizations could equip the caravans with mercenaries, and strictly controlled the number of people recruited privately by the caravans.

Fortunately, the politics of the Republic of Intis are generally pretty good, and the relevant official institutions have not been too difficult or harsh on the caravans.

However, as the situation on the mainland has changed in the past two years, official agencies in some cities have taken the opportunity to make money, and many small and medium-sized caravans have been forced to disband.

This information was all told by Hastur from the people next to him when he was driving the carriage.

"Our current consul only cares about his reputation. He can't do big things, but he doesn't want to do small things. He only knows how to do some superficial charity every day, at least three or five times a month."

"Today I am calling for donations for the poor people on the northwest border, tomorrow I am talking about how difficult life is in the small country of Lundberg next door, and the day after tomorrow I am concerned about the food production of the Kingdom of Feneport this summer..."

"Recently, we have said that we are going to fight the Feysac Empire, but I don't feel very positive about it. The entire elite class from top to bottom behaves like they don't care much."

Mr. Byrne, who was riding a horse slowly next to him, was bored and was seriously talking to Hastur about various things in the Republic of Intis.

In the carriage, Sharon also heard the conversations outside, but she didn't express an opinion. She just sat quietly inside, like a real puppet.

It wasn't until night fell that the Keton caravan decided to camp and rest nearby. She got out of the carriage at Hastur's invitation.

Many people in Keton's caravan couldn't help but pay attention, and then looked at Hastur with great envy.

Mr. Byrne, who had chatted a lot with Hastur today, winked at Hastur and pretended to say, "You are really lucky to have such a lady."

Facing such envious looks and whispers, Hasta smiled with a smile on his face and did not explain anything. Instead, he warmly invited them to drink.

Sharon naturally did not explain anything, but just sat quietly by the campfire, staring at the flames driven by the wind, swaying gently.

The wind tonight was not strong, and it was very comfortable.

Being used to seeing the flames, Sharron's eyes inadvertently swept over Hasta who was chatting with others.

Leaving the Kingdom of Loen, he seemed more real when he was out.

Sensing her gaze, Hasta shook the plate of grilled sausages he had just brought, walked to Sharon and sat down, motioning her to try it.

"Not bad." Sharon tasted a few bites and gave a good evaluation.

"This grilled sausage tastes much better than what I ate in Backlund, and this smoked beef is not bad either."

Hasta brought Sharon another portion of potato soup and a portion of smoked beef, which was tonight's dinner.

He spent some money and asked the head of the caravan for a glass of fruit wine, which was said to be brewed according to the manuscript left by Emperor Roselle.

There was no way to tell whether it was real or fake, but it tasted good.

Sharon just took a sip of the potato soup, put down the spoon, and looked at Hasta calmly.

Hasta naturally looked away and said, "I'll get you a glass of fruit wine? Or hot tea, coffee?"

"You drink it." Sharon handed the potato soup directly to Hasta.

Looking at the sticky mashed potatoes with bright red tomato juice, water and simple seasoning of the potato soup, Hasta had no appetite at all.

"Can I not drink it?"

"No."

Hasta sighed. If he had known not to tease Sharon with this potato soup just now, he could only bite the bullet and drink most of this potato soup.

In the end, he really couldn't drink it anymore, so he could only use the excuse that he was full tonight.

Sharon just silently tasted the delicious grilled sausage and ignored Hasta.

After the episode, Hasta and Sharon sat by the campfire and talked about what they saw and heard today. Sharon only occasionally said a few words.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, when the caravan members who had been traveling for most of the day were about to fall asleep, a figure came out of the dense forest, disturbing the tranquility here.

The person who came was a young man. He was wearing a white robe, barefoot, and his golden hair was tied up with a golden headband.

He had a warm and gentle smile on his face, and his eyes were bright and energetic. When you stare at him carefully, it seems as if you have come from night to day.

The priest of the Eternal Sun Church?

This was Hasta's first impression of the young man. After looking at him carefully for a while, he felt that this person was not simple, so he stopped staring at him to avoid attracting his attention.

It was only 20 to 30 miles away from the capital Trier. It was normal to meet the priest of the Eternal Sun Church, or the bishop.

After the young man chatted with the head of the caravan for a few words, he got a delicious meal.

He carried the plate, glanced around, and went straight to the direction of Hasta and Sharon.

He looked at the empty seat next to Hasta and said with a smile: "Do you mind if I sit here?"

"Yes." Hasta smiled and said: "Sir, you should know that on such a beautiful night, I just want to spend it with the beautiful girl next to me. I really don't want others to disturb our solitude. If you have been young, you should understand the little thoughts of boys and girls."

The young man was obviously stunned for a while, and then apologized: "Sorry, I didn't think it through."

As he said, he took the plate full of food and sat in the empty seat of another bonfire.

He seemed to be very talkative. While eating food, he could also chat with people nearby.

Hasta retracted his gaze, looked at Sharon with a calm face, and chuckled: "I didn't lie just now. It is indeed more comfortable for two people to be alone."

"Yeah."

Sharon just nodded, and her eyes moved to the flames of the bonfire.

Under the red firelight, Sharon's cheeks seemed to be stained with a faint red glow.