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Chapter 449, Another World Version of Triangular Trade

Chapter 449, Another World Version of Triangular Trade
Sell off your territory, castle, and everything your family has inherited.

Arriving in the City of Hope.

This baron has already lost his fiefdom.

It's for no other reason than this.

All for the sake of achieving legendary status like our ancestors.

In that crowded, medium-sized world.

He spent thirty years forging swords, barely managing to become a mid-level warrior.

Do the math.

"Level 15, professional warrior, common rank."

There's no future in it.

He is ambitious.

Now, his ambitions lie in these tender shoots emerging from the barren land.

Some people lost their composure and started shouting and yelling on the edge of the field.

Although this land is somewhat barren, it can still provide him with four or five thousand gold coins a year.

This is no longer a wheat field.

"This is simply his future, his hope, his life!"

At that moment, the decision was made.

He wouldn't be afraid of anything, not even monsters, or even evil gods.

Anyone who dares to touch his land, he'll fight them to the death!
"He likes farming!"

"He loves farming so much!"

Of course, not all of the gold coins produced would end up in his hands.

About 40%, or a little less than half a gold coin, will be collected by Lena.

This was used for the expansion of cities under Xiao Yang's control and for the provision of war supplies.

Recently, Xiao Yang's most loyal first-batch followers, those survivors, have mostly been equipped with new gear.

One after another, magical rifles.

No more fighting those monsters head-on.

Far away.

"Put the stick flat and pull the trigger."

"boom!"

One by one, the monsters fell.

It was just a simple experiment.

These survivors initially harbored some resistance.

They adopted these new things very quickly.

"It works!"

It's worth noting that even the human empire before the Decaying Lands fell didn't equip every single one of its soldiers with something as good as a magic-powered rifle.

but now.

The patrol teams dispatched by City of Hope were all equipped with the necessary equipment.

The magical workshops that the displaced people have been operating at breakneck speed always need buyers.

And the City of Hope, Xiao Yang's savior, is the biggest and best buyer.

"Magic weapons are useful, but they're too expensive."

Each shot costs at least half a gold coin.

But it's not a big problem.

Wool comes from sheep.

"The land contracted by the baron can produce resources worth five thousand gold coins a year. About two thousand gold coins will be collected, and the remaining five hundred will be for land rent."

"The income of 2,500 gold coins made him bring his own food and come here regardless of the danger."

"All the resources produced, totaling five thousand gold coins, will be sold to the displaced."

"The Lost Ones used the gold coins they earned to expand the Magic Workshops at a frenzy, and sold the magical weapons they produced to the City of Hope."

At this point, one cycle is complete.

Xiao Yang did not give anything more.

Simply by leasing out these still-unsafe outlying lands, a vast amount of resources and equipment automatically came into his hands.

This is already incredibly outrageous, but it's still not enough.

There's also a freebie included.

A nobody willing to risk everything for this cause of saving the world, even his life.

"A level 15 warrior."

This is practically a risk-free business!
This cycle repeated itself, making the expansion of the City of Hope much smoother than before.

"It's time to speed up!"

Now, the restoration of the decaying land must be accelerated, even if what is done is still insignificant in the grand scheme of things in this vast world.

but.

"Accelerate! The world is accelerating!"

………….

"Although Xiao Yang is not a good lord."

"But he still likes farming."

There seems to be some contradiction in these two statements.

But it is true.

He is currently preparing to completely repair a magical artifact.

【Abundant Wine Jar】

This is the magical artifact.

"Even if this bountiful wine jug is repaired, it certainly won't have any particularly strong combat power."

It was originally created by the god of springs to show off his wealth at banquets.

However, Xiao Yang did not intend to use it in battle.

The recent triangular trade in the City of Hope.

A cannibalistic incident has occurred at the Magic Workshop in the Otherworld version.

Xiao Yang knew all of this.

But he did not stop it, or rather, he acquiesced to it.

Some time ago, when he was safe and sound, Xiao Yang began to explore the full picture of the Rotten Land.

Then, he ran for three to five days straight, but still couldn't see the boundary of this world.

They even left the land of decay and stood on the planetary horizon to observe.

What Xiao Yang saw was also an incomparably vast and hazy world.

“The power of one person, or even the power of a group of people, is too limited in the Rotten Land.”

He needs a lot of people.

"A lot of people."

Moreover, he did do some things during this time.

In the increasingly large-scale exchange of resources.

In Xiao Yang's exaggerated record.

The faith in the goddess of rest was rekindled by Xiao Yang among those who had lost their homes.

It was all for the purpose of bringing peace to the dead.

"The goddess of rest is indeed a great goddess."

Only He can protect the souls of those who have lost their homeland after death, preventing them from being captured by evil gods and allowing them to enter a long and peaceful slumber.

But even so.

Sometimes, the scenes I witness still make me feel uneasy from the bottom of my heart.

"In the crowded and sweltering magic workshop, countless figures were crammed together in the narrow workstations."

Raising its head, its overly young figure and brown eyes gazed somewhat bewilderedly at the tall visitor before it.

Out of curiosity, I wanted to speak.

But the large-bellied man beside him, with a bloodstained leather whip tucked into his waistband, made him lower his head immediately.

"Soon after, the thin figure was thrown out of the workshop. The figure who rushed over was still wearing the work clothes with the pattern of the dyeing workshop. He lowered his head and his powerless words only earned him three dull silver coins."

At this moment, Xiao Yang remained silent.

Beside him were the powerful and influential figures of this world, and the monk who ran the workshop.

They all surrounded him, speaking flattering words.

He felt a strong urge to raise the giant axe in his hand high.

But these are not monsters corrupted by evil gods.

Back in the City of Hope, he spoke seriously with Lena.

Ever since.

This is how Hope City's first labor law and regulations governing underage workers were born.

"The triangular trade cannot be stopped."

There's nothing we can do about it.

"The Rotten Land is just too vast!"

It's so big it makes you feel a little powerless.