When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#464 - Prices and Indulgences

One foot stepped onto the rickety wooden bridge, and immediately a cracking sound came from below, even the sound of some parts and ropes falling into the water.

Taking another cautious step, Aslai, his hair as messy as a bird's nest, complained, "Where have you brought me? Is this still within the Empire? I thought I was back in the 300 years ago."

"It's not like we haven't walked on worse roads and bridges," Shalett, carrying a piece of luggage behind him, rolled his eyes.

Aslai widened his sunken eyes: "I've never walked on such a rotten wooden bridge in any city. I don't like this place."

"Come on, that just means you haven't been to enough cities," Shalett retorted unhappily, "It's clearly because you were locked up for three days that you don't like this place, but you're putting the cart before the horse, how pathetic and laughable."

Standing in the middle of the bridge, Aslai slowly turned around, frowned, and looked seriously at Shalett with his face tilted: "Did they give you 50 gold pounds? Why are you defending them so much?"

"My friend, where else can we go besides here?" Shalett patted Aslai's shoulder helplessly, "If you can't resist, just enjoy it."

Aslai was still stubborn: "With my skills, I can find food anywhere."

Despite saying that, Aslai's body honestly walked towards the town.

Shalett was right, it was difficult for them, the Juan Noah faction, even the craftsmen and citizens who had participated in the rebellion, to find work in cities not in the same camp.

They didn't have letters of recommendation from the guilds, and the border was sealed off, making it even more difficult to find food even in the territory of the Noen people.

Watching Aslai's nonchalant back, Shalett shook his head and quickly followed.

Yesterday evening, the centurion came to inform Shalett to go to the Landing Wharf to pick up his friend Aslai.

Boritz said he would lock Aslai up for seven days, but in the end, he only locked him up for three days.

After all, Boritz was giving him a warning. He could punish him, but it had to be reasonable and measured.

If Aslai had really been found to have some kind of epidemic or lice, it would naturally be feasible to lock him up for seven days.

But he really didn't have any epidemics or lice. Locking him up for three days for testing was justifiable, but any longer would be unreasonable.

Moreover, His Majesty might come to inquire about the issue of Rapid Current City immigrants, and it wouldn't be good to have someone locked up in a small dark room at that time.

Before being released, the wharf management priest asked Aslai if he had any friends to pick him up so they could notify them in advance.

The name Aslai gave was Shalett Galondo.

Although Shalett and Aslai didn't have much interaction before the war, they accumulated a lot of friendship as militiamen and transporting supplies during the war.

Shalett didn't have many friends on Autumn Dusk Island, and Aslai was one of the few people he knew.

Besides, they were both from the same hometown, so he would definitely help if he could.

The next day, he got up early and went to the countryside to find a farmer to rent a little donkey, and then led it to the Landing Wharf to pick up Aslai.

After returning the donkey to the farmer, the two of them carried their luggage and walked all the way along the road by the river.

Walking on the wooden bridge, Aslai stomped hard on the bridge with every step, as if venting his anger at that despicable scribe, but he stopped after stomping twice.

"What's wrong, did you numb your foot?" Shalett stood next to him, looking forward along with his gaze.

Sure enough, just like himself at the beginning, seeing the neat square and the street symmetrical to an axis, Aslai was stunned.

"So, so neat," Aslai said subconsciously.

Under Witt's precise calculations, all the shops and insula apartments on both sides of the street were the same height with the same shape and color.

Especially the double-layered shops, with white stone corners on the four corners, a touch of white in the red brick walls, neither obtrusive nor discordant.

At this time, any city in the Empire was always the product of free development.

Except for the New Flower City of the Kingdom of Fran, which could maintain order, even the Longsong City of the Kingdom of Leia looked messy.

So, all foreign immigrants would feel that everything was so neat at the first glance when they stood on this bridge.

"Neat, right?" Shalett put his elbow on his shoulder, "You'll get used to it after seeing it more. I heard that new stone bridges will be built on both sides of this old bridge in the future, and you won't be able to see it when you stand on the bridge then.

There are no guilds you hate here, such as hat-making and glove-making. You'll like it here."

Aslai didn't continue to complain. He patted his shriveled stomach: "I hope it's as good as you say.

Let's go, let's go to the tavern to eat something. I've been eating potato root paste for three days, and my mouth is about to rot."

"What tavern are you going to?" Shalett quickly grabbed Aslai's arm, "I just bought a few eggs and a third of a pound of meat from that farmer. Let's go back to the insula to make it."

Aslai shook off Shalett's hand, as if he didn't know him: "Oh, you, Shalett, when did you become so stingy? It's just a meal."

"This place is different from Rapid Current City..."

"How is it different? How different can it be?" Aslai's stubbornness came up. He shook off his arm and rushed towards a tavern, "Anyway, I'm going to the tavern. I've already been in jail once, so don't you let me eat something good?"

"Let me finish... Wait a minute."

"I'll treat you, okay? Let's go, don't dawdle."

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Shalett, with his heavy luggage, couldn't walk past Aslai at all, so he could only watch helplessly as he walked into the tavern.

He didn't go in with him, but stood outside the door waiting. Sure enough, before long, Aslai's irritable shouting came from inside.

"I curse your whole family, half a pound of meat costs three dinars, you're robbing people!"

"What? Why should I leave? Then go find the night watchman?"

"Try to move... Be careful I call three carriages of people... Mmm..."

Before long, Aslai, with two huge red palm prints on his face, was dragged out of the tavern by two strong beastmen.

The beastman kicked Aslai in the butt, sending him sprawling forward, rolling twice before stopping.

Raising his head, he saw Shalett's helpless face, saying "I told you so": "I told you so a long time ago."

"I hate this damn place," Aslai said, patting the dust off his butt, full of resentment, "Six dinars for a pound of meat, half a dinar for five sausages, this is simply robbing people."

"It's not easy to live on Autumn Dusk Island," Shalett said, patting Aslai's shoulder, "Do you think I haven't experienced it?"

Thinking of this, Shalett understood why the mysterious Lady Hilov had prepared bread, pickles, salt, and a little flaxseed oil for them.

He initially thought that although they, the citizens of Rapid Current City, were refugees, they all had dozens of dinars of life-saving money, which was enough to support them until they found a new job.

Until he first walked into the tavern and saw the menu.

Bread and pastries were forty to fifty percent more expensive than outside, which was even considered cheap.

The price of making a hat at the tailor's shop was thirty percent more expensive than outside, not to mention meat, fruits, and vegetables.

Daze Township was located in deep mountains and swamps, and Autumn Dusk Island had just been developed, so resources were scarce.

And the soldiers' families were very rich, and the amount of money far exceeded market demand, resulting in terribly expensive prices.

"It shouldn't be," Aslai said, grabbing the dust in his hair after listening to Shalett's introduction, "I clearly saw a few helpers dressed there eating, can they afford it?"

"Those are all helpers in state-owned workshops. They have indulgence vouchers and meal vouchers. The Papal Palace will subsidize them, so they can naturally afford it."

"Indulgence vouchers? Are you saying they eat for free and then use indulgence vouchers to pay for it?"