Heir to the Kingdom of 1.4 billion people

Chapter 10 Hunter
The next morning.

Berg woke up from his sleep on time. As a hunter, he had to maintain stable sleep to ensure that he had enough energy.

After putting on his clothes, Berg began to prepare his hunting tools.

He first restrung the longbow that had been unstringed and applied some grease to it. Then he checked whether the arrow in the quiver was straight. If he found that the arrow was slightly bent, he would heat it over a fire and then gently straighten it.

After inspecting the bow and arrow, he carefully polished a sharp iron knife, put it into a scabbard made of animal skin, and carefully placed it in the lining of his right trouser leg.

If any prey breaks through the blockade of arrows and gets close to him, this knife will be his last straw.

"I've been a hunter for three years, but I still have no idea how to advance in my career."

Thinking of this, the young man who was adjusting the bowstring sighed deeply.

Just as his late father had warned him, the nobility and the church did not want to see the birth of too many high-level professionals, so the blockade of professional knowledge was like a chasm that was hopeless and only a very few lucky people could break through it.

And he obviously wasn't, or at least he thought he was a few days ago.

After all, he had saved a prince in distress, and this was a superpower with 1.4 billion people. Such a bizarre experience would not even appear in the poems recited by drunken bards.

"I saved his life and he ate my prey for several days. It's too much for him to even accept me as his servant."

Thinking of this, the young man felt a little resentful. He felt that his entire being, from soul to body, was being looked down upon.

He couldn't help but increase the strength of his hands, and only came to his senses after the bowstring was almost broken.

"Calm down, calm down." The young man finally realized his loss of composure and quickly adjusted his breathing.

As a hunter, the most important thing is to keep a calm mind at all times.

Once you lose control of your emotions, the positions of hunter and prey will be reversed in an instant.

After taking a few deep breaths, the boy's expression became neither sad nor happy, as calm as water.

"Once I've settled this agricultural tax, I'll leave the village and seek opportunities for advancement in the city-state."

Berg secretly made up his mind.

His dream is to pursue the path of strength, hunt more powerful creatures, and feel his heart beating so fast that it is about to jump out of his chest during every hunt.

Therefore, it was impossible for him to stay in this small village forever. The prey shared in the hunting over the past three years and the sending of a prince in distress were enough to repay the kindness of the village in taking him in.

"For the sake of Sister Anlia, His Highness should help the village solve the tax problem even if he is stingy." Berg thought.

After all, if someone took Sister Anlia's body and still chose to refuse such a simple favor, then no matter how noble the other person's status was, he would shoot an arrow at his head to see if the other person's blood was really blue as the rumors said.

After preparing all the tools, Berg was ready to go hunting in the Howling Wolf Forest.

bang bang.

Just then, there was a knock on his door.

"Strange, no one should come at this time."

Although he was a little confused, Berg still opened the door.

A young man with black hair, black eyes and a handsome face was standing quietly at the door.

The long string of white text above his head is particularly eye-catching.

"Your Highness!"

Berg subconsciously wanted to kneel on one knee, but was stopped by the other party.

"You want to be my attendant, right? Then could you help me with something first?" Xia Mingyu said calmly. "I'd love to, Your Highness."

Seeing that things were turning around, Berg agreed without hesitation.

Under the dazzling sunlight, a winding path passes through the dense forest and leads to the distance.

"Are you sure this is the only way to get to Fruit Basket Village?"

In a bush not far away, Xia Mingyu frowned and asked Berg beside him.

"Yes, Your Highness. If you don't choose this road, you will have to go around a long way through the forest to get there," Berg replied.

"Your Highness, what should we do next?"

"Hide, then take your bow and arrow, and we'll wait for the prey to come to us." Xia Mingyu's eyes turned cold.

If someone doesn't want others to live, then he himself shouldn't even think about living.

"Summer is here, and the cuckoo is singing loudly~"

"The seeds sprouted and the grass bloomed~"

Mills Hunter hummed a recently popular tune while steering the horse and pulling the carriage forward.

He was a traveling merchant. Like most Clay people, he started to engage in business at a young age under the influence of his parents. However, he started as a peddler selling beer and other things. It was not until he became an adult that he said goodbye to his family and embarked on his own business path.

He was not the only son. Besides him, his father had two older sons. According to the tradition of the Clay people, he had to accumulate enough money to exceed the combined wealth of his eldest and second brothers so that he could be chosen as the heir when his father was about to pass on the family business.

Therefore, Mills has always been under tremendous business pressure, but fortunately, he recently discovered a business opportunity that could make him rich.

He only needs to pay a small deposit to the villages that mainly grow fruits, and waste some time talking, and those brainless and stupid villagers will really believe it and refuse other merchants who are eagerly waiting for his so-called high price.

As long as he arrived late when the fruit was about to be harvested, no matter how low the price he offered, the villagers would have to agree to it because they had to pay taxes to the lord.

After all, if they could not pay the taxes, those poor serfs would really be taken to the slave capital to lose all their dignity and status, and would eventually be worked to death as slaves.

Relying on this method, Mills multiplied his initial capital several times in just a few months, and he even miraculously achieved a career advancement - from a mortal businessman to an extraordinary liar businessman.

Every night when he looked at the green words above his head in the mirror, he would toss and turn in joy and couldn't sleep.

Of course, this business opportunity doesn't always work.

Because occasionally you would encounter villages that were so stupid that they couldn't understand the situation, just like the Fruit Basket Village he was about to go to.

A few days ago, he simply offered a price that was one-third of the market purchase price, but the villagers surrounded him with their eyes as red as rabbits, as if they wanted to tear him to pieces.

If his career advancement had not strengthened his physique and allowed him to escape, he might have been beaten to death by that group of unruly people.

"They should have come to their senses now. They have to pay taxes soon. I am their only savior."

"This time, I'll offer a quarter, maybe even a fifth, of the purchase price. If that's not enough to pay the tax, I'll have them sell themselves to me as slaves. Many slaves died in the recent riots, and the price of slaves in the Slave Capital has skyrocketed recently."

Mills pondered the business opportunity.

Swish!
At this moment, accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, a sharp arrow shot out from the bushes not far away and accurately hit the eye of the horse under him.

With a dull and painful cry, the horse's body shook violently and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Who, who shot the arrow!" Mills, who fell from his horse, said in shock and anger.

(End of this chapter)