I was not very happy with a lunch.

The restaurant chef lamented that the world had changed so much that it could not be returned to the past, and he also talked about the fact that Your Excellency Hugo was too capable, making the city dazzling and changing with each passing day.

It is also a prosperous city, the Banshee Castle ruled by the Buche family is also prosperous in the market, with crowds of people and strong commercial atmosphere, gathering various wealthy merchants and goods flows.

On the street, you can always see elegant nobles and beautiful ladies walking hand in hand. The loyal servants held fashionable goods and trotted behind them.

The crisp horse hooves were swaying from time to time, and the seven or eight-year-old vendors were selling along the street. There were guards like wolves and tigers staring at the intersection, and beggars and refugees hid in the corner to peek.

This is the scene that Powell is familiar with.

Victor Hugo seized Hanfeng City for one year and had a truce with the Buche family for half a year. The nobles in the city were gone. Occasionally, one or two were left, and they were so obedient that they could not show up.

The crowds are also crowded, but the happy ones are all miserable poor people, dressed in rags and ugly faces. The underage vendors have disappeared, and they are replaced by regular vendors.

As for beggars and refugees, they were placed in a centralized manner, and they worked as much as possible to make a living, so as not to wander around. Regardless of whether the people were willing or not, the rule of Hanfeng City was a one-stop rush to the end.

"Even civil servants are admitted to the exam, how did you think of this? In the past, bureaucrats were appreciated by nobles to be able to serve, and now they don't need it anymore."

Powell sighed that the world changed and the rules were reversed. It was a pity that he could only focus on his current business, and how to make more money was serious.

When Johnson came back from the Wizard's Tower in the afternoon, the illusionist looked like a "frost-beaten eggplant", and his head was drooping. Powell asked what was going on, but he didn't say anything.

Ask Dudu decisively.

The slutty demon pet raised his neck and said unhappily, "My master has been hit. Even I have been hit.

When Hugo seized the city, he first seized the Wizard Tower. The wizards who stood on Hugo's side got benefits afterwards. They are so proud now that they say that Hugo is smart and wise, and has a broad mind.

Even their demon pet dared to provoke me, boasting that their master is extremely powerful and has extraordinary intelligence, but he didn't get the opportunity in the past, but now he has accumulated a lot of strength and has risen rapidly."

Johnson sighed even more depressedly and said, "Those guys are just lucky, but they have generally been promoted one or two levels in half a year. Many guys who were not as good as me in the past have now ridden on me.

When they met, they came to greet who I was working for now. They advised me to switch to Hanfeng City and tried their best to count the benefits. The words were very enthusiastic, but to me it sounded extremely harsh.

The tower does serve delicious food, but the taste is far less than before. If I had known this, I would have gone to the small restaurant in the square to sit with the vendors. I believe they would not dare to ignore me, and they would not be so angry."

From his face and expression, Powell knew that Johnson was probably more angry than he thought. The most important thing was the sentence "Many guys are not as good as mine."

It is best for someone to be more unlucky when he is unlucky, and it is best for someone to be more unlucky when he is unlucky. What I fear most is that I originally wanted to "watch the fire across the river", but it turned out that it was "burning the fire". The enemy rose step by step and began to "watch the fire".

How can Johnson bear this?

Powell comforted: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. When we do a few more business, we can get promoted quickly after making enough money. This Hanfeng City sells a lot of good things publicly, and it will be cheaper for us to sell them once they are sold."

Johnson was even more annoyed, grabbed Powell's front collar and shook it hard: "Think clearly, do you really think someone will sell the best things publicly? We thought we could make a big profit, but in fact it was just the rest of others who played.

I just wandered around the tower and met many acquaintances from the past. They openly showed me the special magic materials and high-level magic books provided to me, even if the apprentices have more resources than I do.

Before, there were only thirty people in the wizard group in Hanfeng City, and only about a hundred people were included in magic apprentices and low-level wizards. But now the tower is bustling like a market, with a total of more than five hundred people.

Although most of them are rookies below level 5, they made rapid progress. Hugo rebuilt eight factions, set up a magic association, and even asked the mysterious lady to descend miracles and raise the Wizard Tower one level."

Hearing the miracle, Powell looked up in shock and looked at the Wizards Tower near the square in the city center. The towering tower body was still surrounded by clouds and fog, but its height did rise a lot.

For each level of the Wizard Tower, the internal space will be expanded ten times, and its power will also be greatly increased. It is of great benefit to wizards who learn to practice in it.

This will inevitably attract more advanced wizards, just as famous universities can always obtain better students and the best professors. Even external donations and investments are more, and the output is naturally richer.

Alas...this attraction is irresistible.

Powell asked, "So you want to stay?"

Johnson was stunned, but shook his head again: "There is no shortage of wizards in Hanfeng City. If you want to stay, you either have to be particularly outstanding or just spend money to sponsor."

"You didn't say just now that someone advised you to switch to Hanfeng City? You can't ask for help?" Powell felt ashamed of the critical moment, and he should seize it if he had the chance.

Johnson was even more angry, "Those guys just said that they were not qualified to recommend. Now the Magic Association even had an auditor's quota, and the official members also implemented an internal elimination system, which was very cruel.

Several wizards who despise me were also deeply afraid of "internal elimination". They ran away after chatting for a few words. They said they should go to work on the project quickly. If they fail to complete it, they will be expelled by the association."

Speaking of this, Johnson finally regained some confidence and shouted, "I don't want to join any magic association. I'm busy with everything to achieve results every day, and I'm so tired.

How free I am now, I do whatever I want, go wherever I want, and it’s good to make some money casually, and it’s free!”

This was so sour, and Dudu even complained with contempt: "The wizards in the entire Northland want to come to Hanfeng City for academic exchanges. Even if they cannot join the formal magic association, it is better to be on the periphery.

Only those who are too weak in strength will say they will not join, and they will not say that they can enter. Alas... I pity my smart magic pet, if I meet a fool master who can't stand in a team, I will waste my whole life."

Johnson probably got used to it. He was filled with poisonous chicken soup by his own demon. He was not annoyed and just sighed. Powell heard it next to him and shook his head, thinking that the master and servant were helpless.

The two arrived at Hanfeng City overnight, purchased the goods that day, and then returned to Banshee Castle in the afternoon. They came and they were going to make a lot of money soon, but they were in a bad mood.

Along the way, Yuyu heads south, stops at multiple supply points, passes through the Dustmur Town and enters the territory of Banshee Castle. The passenger carriage stops here, and the two have to change their means of transportation to continue their journey.

Just this change...

The tax officer of Banshee Castle stepped up to stop the two of them, stared at the wooden suitcase they were carrying, and sneered:

"According to the latest laws of the Buche family, in order to protect the industry of Banshee Castle, all incoming goods must be subject to punitive tariffs at the value of the goods."

What the hell is tariffs?
Chapter completed!