Still, Keel was amazed when the big bags of coins turned into a few gold and silver coins.
"This, uh, guest. Is there anything we can do for you?"
The old man who was sitting behind the table looked at Keir waiting behind with a money bag in his hand, looked at him, and asked softly.
Kiel recovered from counting the number of treasures in his dream, hesitated and looked around. It was only then that he realized that although there were many merchants around, most of them did not come to exchange money at this time. After all, there were villages and towns along the way every day, and money could be exchanged anywhere, and there was no need to be here in Thor Village.
The previous merchant had too much change and had to lighten the burden, so he changed the money.
And Keir himself didn't have this need. He stood behind with a money bag in his hand, just to get a closer look at their work process and to satisfy his own curiosity to explore the society of another world.
After thinking about it, he shook the money bag in his hand up and down, and the copper and iron coins inside made a loud collision sound.
Seeing this, he knew what to do: "Well, unlike the one just now, I have a little less commonly used copper coins in my purse, and I'll change it for a small amount of change."
He looked at the old man: "I don't know, if you exchange money, how will the fee be calculated?"
Keir understands that there are so many procedures for exchanging money, and after calculation, there must be a lot of labor costs.
The old man looked at the long sword with a slightly glowing scabbard on his waist and hips. The young man in a full suit of armor and a hood nodded slightly and said, "One percent of the fee. However, this fee is only charged here in our village. half of it, and the other half must be handed over to the gods for use.”
After finishing speaking, the old man waved his hand towards the tapestry on the wall.
Kiel smiled slightly, reached out and took out a silver coin from the inner pocket of his clothes, and put it on the table in front of the old man with a snap.
"Please exchange this silver coin for a copper coin!"
"It's easy, wait a minute."
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After a while, Keel tied the re-inflated money bag firmly to his belt and walked out of the money exchange.
In the passage outside the room, the flow of people is less, so it is not as crowded as before. Most of the people who were still wandering in the passage bought some small commodities made in the village.
There were two other rooms, and Keel went over to have a look.
One of them has a more serious atmosphere, a large wooden board is hung on the wall, and some large papers are pasted on it, and some things are written and drawn. Some stewards in the caravan who can take care of things are gathering in front of the board, looking at the information on it, and talking softly with the people next to them.
Interestingly, on the other side of the room, there are many display shelves, on which some display products are neatly placed.
Neat bundles of ropes, square baked bread and firm and dense wheat cakes, neatly arranged iron nails and iron buckles, a whole stomp of dried hay, an obedient sheep, a large bale of wool, Sun-dried hard jerky and other common trade goods.
Keir found it interesting, so he came in for a stroll, then joined the crowd and looked up at the things on the big wooden board.
It turned out that the paper pasted on the wooden board showed in detail the quantity and status of various commodities in the village, so that the caravans who stayed here could choose the commodities they wanted to buy.
Of course, a small amount of money on the painting can also be used by the merchant to paste the information of the surplus goods to be sold in his hand, so as to show it to other merchants present.
This is different from verbal explanations. The product news posted has been confirmed by the village before dark, and there will be no too false product news.
At least the scale and quantity of the goods are fine. As for the quality, each merchant has to judge for himself.
Keir listened for a while, and was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the most popular commodity at this time turned out to be the surplus sheep sold in the village. The merchants present were talking with each other, discussing whether the number of sheep they bought would be enough for the next trip through the Strange Wind Grassland.
Grinding his teeth secretly, Kilpin came up with the meaning of these merchants. It turned out that after being protected by Kendall's army today, although they were not attacked by harpies all afternoon, most merchants did not feel that the next few days During the journey, the army will not be attacked.
They even whispered in secret, thinking that the army would even suffer large-scale revenge from monsters.
Merchants who often take this trade route know how rampant the harpies are on the Strange Wind Grassland. After all, they are monsters that can be killed by successive knight lords. Not only do they have the upper hand here, but they are also numerous. amazing.
Therefore, many merchants felt that this trip through the strange wind grassland should be the same as before, buying some sheep belts in the caravan, and when they met the harpies, they drove the sheep out and dedicated them to the monsters, so that the monsters got food, They won't play the idea of humans in the caravan.
After all, although those harpy monsters are powerful and cunning, they can't speak the common language, and they look more like beasts. They don't have much wisdom. They only need food, not money or goods.
Spending a small amount of money to buy a safe, these businessmen feel that there is no problem.
After all, the extra money for buying sheep can be directly added to the transportation cost of the goods. As long as everyone raises prices because of this, the people at the next stop on the commercial road will have to hold their noses to accept the increased prices.
nothing wrong.
Anyway, no matter how the caravans following the army disliked them, Kiel himself felt that they would give the monsters a good look.
I wanted to leave here directly, but when Kiel scanned the surrounding merchants, he saw a person and was stunned for a moment.
That person was a clerk in charge of logistics in the army. He didn't have much dealings with Kiel, but he was familiar with him and hadn't spoken to him.
There was nothing wrong with seeing this person at first, after all, he can come over for a stroll, and it is normal for other people to come here to buy something out of curiosity or need.
But at this moment, the clerk in charge of the army's logistics was not wearing the uniform clothes of the Kendall Government Affairs Office, but was wearing a somewhat inappropriate businessman's robe, holding a money bag and staring at the price of sheep on the wooden board, as if Thinking about something.
This person is accompanied by a town guard in ordinary clothes, even without the armor of the guards, Kiel has 'trained' with this person, so he is still a little familiar.
"What are these two people doing?" Keir was a little puzzled, but after thinking about it, he guessed the mission of this person.
"It's probably the baron or someone else. He's preparing to do both. While seeing whether the army can deal with the infestation of the raging monsters in the local area, he will buy some sheep dedicated to the monsters as food in a low-key manner, and prepare for when the situation is not good."
He shook his head, and although he didn't like it, he understood that there was nothing wrong with it. Moreover, the other party acted in a low-key manner, which also means that the higher-ups will first use the military's tough way to see.
Keir pretended not to recognize him and walked out of here.
When he was leaving here, he vaguely heard the clerk asking the villagers waiting for the transaction to buy ten sheep.
Buy a little first and see the situation.
If it is not enough, you can buy more in the next village.
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There was a faint pungent smell from the last opened room.
Kiel smelled it before he went in, and the people passing by also covered their noses, some people went in, and some people came out.
Of course, this is not a place for people to excrete. On the contrary, people who enter this room have sick faces. This is a medical center that uses herbs to treat diseases.
Said to be a medical clinic, there is only one middle-aged man in charge of treatment, and several young men and women are helping. Stacks of local herbs soaked in jars lined one side of the room, and that was where the pungent smell came from.
At the same time, there are some adobe chairs or adobe beds for people to sit or lie in the room.
Several caravan buddies or guards who were not in good health were sitting obediently at the side waiting for treatment.
Keir himself was not sick or injured, and he had a healthy face and strong steps. After entering, he was noticed by several locals here. Although several young people frowned, they still didn't say anything, leaving Kiel in line.
While queuing up, Keir looked at how the treatment was done here.
Of course, he knew at a glance that the middle-aged man in charge here was not a priest of the church. Although he was wearing a robe, there was no emblem of any **** on the robe.
After all, no matter which church it is, church personnel are required to display the emblem of the **** they believe in and serve in a conspicuous position.
At this time, a caravan guy rubbing his legs was receiving treatment from a middle-aged man.
The man first asked what was wrong with his body.
The guy whose leg was stepped on by the horse had a bad face. It seemed that talking about it at this time reminded him of the horror of monster attacks during the day. I don't know whether he is more afraid of being trampled and broken by a horse, or being caught and eaten by a monster.
The middle-aged doctor said: "Take off your pants first, I have to see your trampled wound."
The guy was a little awkward, after all, there were two female villagers in the room at this time, but he was immediately urged by the middle-aged doctor, he hesitated, and he did it anyway.
The caravan boy unbuttoned his leather belt, then took off his laundered baggy trousers, which he was wearing nothing else, to reveal the furry thing.
The two female villagers chuckled for a while, and then the middle-aged doctor turned their heads and glared at them.
After taking off all the clothes, the guy no longer felt ashamed, but faintly excited, but he just straightened his waist, and immediately gave a strange cry. It turned out that the middle-aged doctor directly lifted his injured leg and used his hands Pressed on the swollen place.
"It hurts so much, please be gentle, whoops! Whoops!"
Probably to save face, this guy only barked twice, and then stopped barking.
The middle-aged doctor pressed on other parts of the injured leg, but he didn't hear the sound, so he raised his head and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't say anything, I will press your leg, if it hurts, just scream, and if it doesn't hurt, tell me, please?"
Then the guy immediately cried out, unable to bear it anymore.
Keel is showing his teeth in a smile, it's too funny for this guy.
Soon, the middle-aged doctor judged the guy's injury, and then asked people to wait for a while before turning around and ordering other villagers who helped.
He pointed to a young man in the village: "Bring the wooden plywood that was made earlier, and the bundled string."
Then he instructed another person: "Go and get a piece of cordyceps root, the one that has soaked for the longest time at the bottom of the jar, squeeze out the water, and grind it into a paste."
He then said to a female villager: "Bring a piece of soft leather the size of a palm, boil it in hot water, let it cool and wait for the ointment."
Then he said to the caravan guy: "Don't put on your pants, just sit aside and wait for a while, and they will call you for treatment when they are ready."
The man hugged his trousers and belt, nodded and bowed, and kept thanking him: "Thank you, doctor. The price of the treatment is not expensive, right? I don't have much money on me, that's all I have. The steward of our caravan didn't send out until he talked about Cavin collar in the south." The money this time."
The clerk showed the middle-aged doctor the money in his pocket, and the doctor stretched his head to look at it, then nodded: "It won't cost you much, it's enough."
"That's good, that's good."
Afterwards, the next caravan guard who covered his head stepped forward to treat him.
"What's the matter, covering your head? Is it an injury or a headache?" asked the middle-aged doctor.
The guard put down his palm, pointed to a spot on his forehead and said, "Here, my head hurts and swells. I haven't been able to sleep well for the past two days." The guard spoke slowly and in a low voice, obviously mentally exhausted by the illness.
The middle-aged doctor went up to take a closer look, touched it with his fingers, and carefully judged the guard's headache: "There is no wound, and it doesn't hurt to press it, right?"
"Yes, it hurts inside, and it's bloated. Huh, huh. Here we go again."
After finishing speaking, the guard gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly.
The middle-aged doctor propped his chin with his hands, thought carefully for a while, and muttered to himself in a low voice: "There are many reasons for headaches, but the pain and swelling are rare. And the physical condition is good. Although the mental condition is not good, but It's just the appearance of being tormented by pain for a long time."
After thinking for a while, he suddenly slapped his thigh: "Yes!"
Turning around, he immediately told an idle villager: "Find a handful of dried rainbow mushrooms and grind them into powder for me."
Then it was over, and he didn't tell anyone else what to do next.
The guard held his head in doubt: "Is this gone? Can that rainbow mushroom cure my headache? Rainbow mushroom? I remember this thing seems to be poisonous."
The middle-aged doctor snorted and smiled, very confident: "Of course it is poisonous, and what I want is its toxicity."
Seeing the guard put his other hand on the sword hilt at his waist, the middle-aged doctor immediately said, "Do you know the reason for your headache? Huh?"
The guard's eyes were a little confused, and he didn't put his hand on the hilt of the weapon. He asked for advice in a low voice: "Just tell me, if I know why I have a headache, I won't feel so uncomfortable these days. I'm about to be beaten by this Sick to death, you know? I haven't slept for three days."
The guard's eye circles were indeed gloomy and blue, as if he hadn't slept for several days.
The middle-aged doctor nodded to answer this question: "You guy, did you just drink the water in the low-lying areas of the grassland where water accumulates in order to save trouble when you walked through the northern region with a lot of rainfall a few days ago?"
As soon as the middle-aged doctor said this, the caravan guard immediately changed his face: "Yes, yes. How do you know that I did not fetch water from the well in the village a few days ago, but after the water bag was empty, Just drink the stagnant water in the grass. Could it be this reason?"
"That's the reason. Because of you, you drank the water in the low-lying areas of the grassland, and the water is not clean and has parasites!"
The middle-aged doctor pointed to the man's headache: "Headache? Swelling? That's because parasites made a nest inside!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone else in the room was startled, and they all looked at the shocked caravan guard.
The boss of the guard opened his mouth, it seemed that the surprise at this moment made his headache no longer.
"This, this, this, this, how come? How come! Doctor, is there any help? Do I have to go to the priest? But is there a priest around? The nearest town is two days away, will the bug kill my body? Brain eaten? Am I going to die?"
"Quiet, quiet, you're fine, it's killing you. Relax, relax."
The middle-aged doctor immediately comforted the guard: "It's not fatal, you won't die. You will be fine after taking the medicine."
"Really?" The guard looked suspicious.
"Really." The middle-aged doctor looked affirmative.
He explained: "Although the parasite got into the brain, it's not fatal. Think about it, these days, you have nothing else to do except headache."
The guard thought about it, although he couldn't sleep for the past two days, the headache didn't hinder him from other things. He was harassed by harpies during the day, and he directed the caravan to move immediately, and his reaction was still sharp.
The guard calmed down and let out a breath.
"This is caused by drinking the unclean grassland water. Think about it, the livestock on the grassland usually eat and drink on the grassland, and the parasite eggs in the feces will fall on the grass leaves and be wiped out by the rain. If you rush, it will all be mixed in the low-lying water."
The doctor nodded heavily at the guard: "That's it, do you still drink? Do you dare to drink again in the future?"
The guard opened his mouth and wanted to vomit, and he screamed strangely: "Don't drink, don't drink, I will only drink well water honestly in the future. By the way, is the well water okay?"
"The well water is fine, it has been purified by the earth, and the water deep in the soil is the cleanest. Let me tell you, I use something slightly poisonous like rainbow mushroom to treat it, so that the poison of this mushroom can enter your head .”
Seeing the strange expression on the caravan guard's face, he explained: "You are young and strong, and this bit of toxicity won't do anything to you. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com As long as you grasp the weight, you can only dance and talk nonsense. The poison will soon be detoxified by your own body. However, those small parasites can't stand the toxicity that affects the brain. They either die in your brain, or actively pass through the holes in your head Find a way out."
His words frightened the other people present, and everyone shuddered at the thought of parasites of unknown appearance gradually emerging from their mouths and noses.
So was Kiel, who wasn't afraid of getting punched, or stabbed.
But when he thought of the parasites wriggling and living in his body, he felt sick and scared.
I was really scared, but fortunately, he kept hygiene and safety in mind, and as long as the situation allowed, he never drank wild water.
Of course, unlike ordinary guards in caravans, they have chaplains in their army. This kind of parasite parasites on the body is nothing more than a small problem for those priests.
Compared with broken legs and hands, they are minor illnesses that can be easily solved.
So Kendall's army has marched all the way to the present, although it has traveled a long, long way, but not a single soldier has lost non-combat personnel due to illness or acclimatization.
As far as medical conditions are concerned, the other world is really far beyond his original world. Even the most advanced medical treatment before time travel cannot achieve the level of medical treatment in this world.
After all, even if Kiel didn't see it with his own eyes, in the heroic stories narrated by bards, those heroes were constantly injured, let alone a parasite with a broken leg, but only a head, or even a boarding soul. I can find a way to heal my severed hand.
Resurrection and rebirth are the classic climax of the story, and he would be ashamed to come out for any important hero who hadn't died once.