Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 221 Haven's Day

"Phew, that was close! I almost missed it!"

After handing his exam paper to the proctor, Haven walked out of the examination room with a look of relief. With the Winter Festival approaching, the Royal Academy students' studies for this semester were coming to an end, followed by a series of exams, both big and small.

For Haven, this period was also extremely busy. After settling the issue of military merit, the chubby little boy Heman demonstrated the abilities of an excellent merchant heir, providing a list of supplies and corresponding prices from noble families in various provinces in just two short days.

It can only be said that Haven's criticism of how commerce works in this world is quite accurate. All the nobles in this world are like landlords and rich peasants; they can't be said to fully support the flow of economy and goods, but rather they are extremely resistant to it.

The most direct manifestation of this resistance is like an old man holding a gold ingot and waiting for it to be born. Putting aside other things, just take the specialty products of various regions as an example. When the price list was sent, Haven thought that these things were very precious and that not many were produced each year, so there were not many of them circulating in the market.

But after looking at the price list, I realized that damn it, it was these bastards who were deliberately controlling the market. For example, they could produce a thousand pieces of Mu Xin from the southern province. If that were to be put on the market, that would be the volume of transactions over the past twenty years.

As for the Void Anchor Stone from Ancale Province, one of the three northwestern provinces, this essential material for building portals is usually snapped up by mages as soon as it appears on the market. It is said that this precious ore, which comes from the Meteorite Forest, is extremely difficult to mine, and only a dozen tons can be unearthed each year. However, the Stuvenson family brought out eight tons this time.

Seeing all sorts of incredibly precious materials, Haven's mouth watered. This further solidified his resolve to strictly implement the North's five-year economic plan. With these resources imported into the North, its strength would inevitably increase significantly after a few years of development.

When the North becomes wealthy, it won't have to fight with the lives of its people anymore; that would be too painful. Even now, Haven still thinks it's incredibly cruel that the average lifespan of the people of the North is only in their thirties.

This has shaped the Northern people's bold, fearless, and passionate character. For them, death is a common occurrence, and their own death is simply a means to ensure a better life for their families.

This line of reasoning is also a key reason why Havent was able to gain support. After all, the powerful nobles in the North have a clearer understanding of what the North is like now. If the fighting continues like this, the North may perish on its own in less than fifty years. At that time, all the persistence and all the positions will become meaningless after the North is gone.

"Hahaha, Haven, I saw you only came in halfway through the exam. How did it go? Did you pass?"

Cuban, who had been waiting at the door, was holding a book and looking at Haven with a grin. Several months had passed, and Cuban seemed to be in better shape. He looked much fatter and more like a research scholar.

For Kubant, these three months have been the most relaxed and carefree time he's had in the capital since he came here. He doesn't have to bear the burden of the North's reputation and can do what he wants. Kubant feels he could live like this forever, enjoying this peaceful and happy time.

"Tch...passing grade?"

Haven casually snatched the book from Cuban's hand and glanced at it. It was a biographical description of the Western Continent. Feeling it wasn't very interesting, he tossed it back to Cuban.

"Who do you think I am? How could I possibly only have a few points? Full marks! Full marks, okay?!"

"Why did you suddenly decide to read books about the Western Continent? What? Do you want to travel and study there?"

Cuban's fingers rustled as he turned the pages, and he explained with a smile to the somewhat smug Haven:
"Not really. I've just been doing research on the rise and fall of kingdoms recently, and I want to compare how other countries on the continent are described in books."

"Let's not talk about that. But you, arriving so late and still getting a perfect score, you're quite confident, aren't you?"

The two walked out of the teaching building side by side. Given their current deep-rooted relationship, the Hendry Merchant Guild naturally also had access to the top-of-the-line magic carriage, Havente.

"Of course! Getting a perfect score in Potions is as easy as drinking water. You're not really going to become a scholar, are you? Will your dad agree to that?"

As the two settled into the carriage, the driver, under Haven's direction, drove out of the school. With the winter festival approaching, the streets were already bustling with activity, and various decorations made of beautiful colorful cloth were hanging on the streets.

Kubant looked out the window at the bustling crowd, and surprisingly, the noisy scene brought him a sense of peace.
"Why not? Being a scholar and inheriting the family territory aren't mutually exclusive. School will be on holiday after the Winter Festival. What are your plans? Stay in the capital or return to the North?"

"Let's go back to the North. I plan to visit the Arma Line. Also, I've traded back a lot of things, and I need to go back to the North to figure out how to use and build them."

Cuban was well aware of the deal Havent mentioned. He had a vague feeling that something was off about the decision, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. However, seeing Havent's confidence, Cuban didn't say anything more. After all, his younger brother's performance in every aspect since arriving in the capital had far surpassed his own.

"It really must have been hard on you, Haven. Actually, I was the one who should have done this, but you've only been in the capital for a short time and you've already taken on this responsibility."

"Ugh, why bring that up?"

Haven waved his hand casually, behaving quite nonchalantly.

“Since we come from the same place, and your father and my father are such good friends, it’s only natural that I help you and you help me.”

"Moreover, I had already planned to do these things before I came here. The North is just too hard, and the people of the North are just too hard, so we must make changes."

When this heavy topic was brought up, the atmosphere in the carriage seemed to become somber.

"Yes, Haven, you're right, but I still have to remind you, they've been too well-behaved lately, which is very strange. You need to be careful and keep an eye on things."

Haven naturally understood what Cuban meant. Strangely enough, after the initial few encounters, the group of Southern kids in the academy became well-behaved, and sometimes Haven wouldn't even run into them during class.

Even when they did run into each other, the group of southern children no longer started trouble. Instead, they quickly moved away from each other. Seeing that the other party was avoiding him like this, Haven had no intention of picking a fight with them anymore.

However, both sides understood that this was merely a brief period of peace for unknown reasons, and for both sides, the temporary peace was only a prelude to a larger storm.

"I understand, Cuban, I know what I'm doing."

Seeing that Haven indicated that he understood, Cuban didn't say anything more. After all, although Haven was a few years younger than him, his mind, strategy, and insight were far superior to his own.

Where are we going now?

Looking out the window at the receding street scene, Cuban casually asked Haven.

“Go to the Huazhi Research Institute to pick them up, and then go to Heman’s place. I brought a mother and daughter out of the slums a while ago. The little girl’s mother was being treated like a drug addict and was about to die, so I made some arrangements to see if I could save her.”

Feeling completely relaxed after finishing his last exam, Haven whistled happily, and a beautiful Ode to Joy came from his lips.

He-Man was already used to Haven's musical talent; besides the Flower Dance she had played in a music appreciation class recently, she had also played Bird Dance during a dinner party.

The equally beautiful melody and elegant style captivated all the diners in the restaurant, which completely convinced Cuban that Haven was a true genius.

"Medicine man?"

"The Huazhi Research Institute's operating costs are quite high..."

"You don't need to give so much to them, they have no ability to repay you~" Although this sounds very unpleasant, it is indeed a very common thought among all nobles.

On the contrary, it is Hadent's idea of ​​equality that is strange in this world. Uri, who used to go out with Hadent often, has complained more than once that Hadent likes to go to places where ordinary people go, but Hadent does not mind and continues to go there again.

"Who wants anything in return? It's just something that makes me very happy. She helped me, and I'm doing my best to help her in return."

"Havent!"

Sometimes I feel like you don't even belong to this world.

Cuban's sudden remark made Havent shudder involuntarily in his leather seat; such a remark could only be spoken aloud and was enough to terrify anyone.

Jingle bell~
The bell hanging from the ceiling of the carriage rang out, and the driver's head peeked out from a small window in the wall.

"Young Master"
We've arrived!

Haven stepped off the carriage and looked around. The alchemy building, located in the North Fourth District, was not as crowded as before.

Led by the staff, Havent and Cubant returned to the workshop of the alchemist who had accepted the commission.

It's worth mentioning that Haven was quite taken aback when she first met this master, Whitney's outward appearance was far too wild.

It has a single horn on its bald head, and judging from the different skin color around it, it doesn't seem to be congenital.

Wearing a sleeveless top, Whitney looked more like a berserker than a bio-alchemist.

On the other hand, Whitney demonstrated her exceptional professionalism; anyone who saw someone with two lizard legs on their lower body who could walk and function normally would say something.

Hey! That's fucking awesome!

As Haven gently knocked on the door, a loud clanging sound came from inside. Soon the door opened, and a dark head peeked out.

"Oh! Haven, you're right on time! That's a rare virtue among nobles. I thought you wouldn't be here until the afternoon."

After saying that, he opened the door and welcomed the two of them in. The laboratory was still in a mess. Anna's mother was lying on the table in the middle, her whole body wrapped in bandages like a mummy. Several tubes were inserted into her body, from which red and green liquids were flowing.

"It's basically safe now. I have to say, the purity of the semen from the Ancient Tree of Life that you provided is quite high. I made some adjustments to it, and the effect is much better than expected. Her lost life force has recovered to about 70%."

When it comes to professional knowledge, Whitney, who seems quite wild, is much more convincing.

"Really? You've gone to a lot of trouble. I'll pay you for the extra expenses later."

"Sigh, no need, no need. I didn't do anything. It was mainly the sap from the ancient tree of life that you provided that helped. Even without me, if you had just poured it into her mouth, it would have restored 50% of her life force. She was just overdrawn on her life force. As for the injuries suffered by the other medicine makers, they were not that serious in comparison."

After wiping the dust off her face and putting on her small round glasses, Whitney looked somewhat scholarly. Of course, it would have been even better if she had put down the bloodstained saw she was carrying.

"When will she wake up?"

"Oh! Anytime. Actually, she woke up last night, but it was probably because the boil on her back was being cleaned and it was a bit painful. She kept moving around, so I gave her some Butterfly Mushroom."

"Then please wake her up. I'd like to say a few words to her."

Whitney stepped forward, removed the various tubes from the woman's body, took out a dark object from his pouch, and placed it on Anna's mother's nose. Soon, the woman slowly woke up.

Upon seeing Whitney again, the woman instinctively struggled to back away, suggesting that the doctor-patient relationship between them was not very good.

After waiting for a while, he realized it was Haven who had arrived. His tense body relaxed, and he quickly and respectfully knelt down on the ground.

"No~"

"You look like you're recovering well!"

"By the way, I've already sent Annie to school. She's shown a very good talent for the Wanderer."

Upon hearing Haven's words, Anne's mother was so excited that she could hardly contain herself and kept bowing and kowtowing to Haven.

"Thank you, thank you, great and magnanimous Master Haven."

Hearing Anne's mother's voice, which sounded like a broken gong, Haven looked at Master Whitnet with some surprise.

"Hehehehe, some accidental injuries are inevitable during the treatment process. After a period of rest, you'll be fine."

"Uh~"

“Alright, Master Whitney, you can reconsider my suggestion. I think the North is a more suitable stage for you, besides, wouldn't you like to learn about the orcs?”

Faced with Havent's invitation, Master Whitney did not show any resistance. For him, there were indeed too many limitations to conducting biological research in the capital.

"Hahahaha, Haven, I like your directness. I will carefully consider your suggestion after I finish my experiments during this period."

"Hahaha~"

"Okay, I look forward to your joining us. Also, this is a gift for you. I'll ask you to deliver it to the Royal Academy for me later, Anne's mother."

I have something to do, so I'll be leaving now.

Looking at the two glowing green wooden hearts on the workbench, Whitney smiled happily, growing increasingly fond of this witty and gift-giving young nobleman.

"Let's go, Kubant, to the Hendry Trading Company!"

(End of this chapter)