The detailed circumstances of those years are unknown even to the descendants of old Siran.
What they know is that the once obscure rcenary Deputy Captain has now grown into the highest banner of the human race within the entire Blue Dragon Kingdom. Those ordinary rcenaries of the past have also made significant contributions to the rise of the Blue Dragon Kingdom and now hold high positions.
In the past, a small and ordinary rcenary that anyone in the Progressive Association might have looked down upon.
But now, the small rcenary who ca from Long Shangzao has risen to prominence and beco a figure they look up to.
Old Siran is not very interested in the identity of the mysterious leader of the Progressive Association or past events.
Currently, he is more concerned with
whether they can gain so advantage in the upcoming war and whether the Progressive Association can obtain sothing from this process.
Even as an old-fashioned magic research teacher with a human identity, old Siran agrees with the ideology of the Progressive Association, which is one reason why he agreed to join the association.
If he could learn about the impending outbreak of war and make so preparations in advance, such as contributing war materials, preparing to claim ritorious achievents, and deploying human armies to the borders, it might strengthen the Progressive Association's voice in the governnt.
"Hake, get ready, I'm going out."
Thinking of this, old Siran imdiately stopped delaying, stood up, and walked up the stairs to prepare for his outing while loudly calling out to the door.
"Yes, sir."
Hake is one of the servants in old Siran's household, a Bronze Level Extraordinary. After their hotown was destroyed by a refugee crisis, he fled with his daughter to the Blue Dragon Kingdom.
At that ti, Hake's daughter fell seriously ill due to the jolts of the journey.
Standing on the street in worn and torn clothes, Hake begged everyone he t for help. Old Siran happened to pass by then, and he couldn't bear it, so he took them ho and asked his students to help get scarce official dicine, curing Hake's daughter.
In gratitude for old Siran's kindness, Hake willingly beca his servant, and old Siran, unable to refuse, finally accepted.
A mont later, old Siran, dressed in formal wear, ca hurriedly downstairs from the attic with a black briefcase in hand,
at this ti, Hake had already called for a human-pulled cart outside,
these human-pulled carts are mostly driven by young refugees who co here from Central Earth World with nothing but physical strength and sign contracts with the city's official public transport agency. The official transportation agency provides free human-pulled carts, and these young refugees earn a service fee by picking up passengers. Every day, each cart driver has to pay a fixed part of their earnings to the transportation bureau. After ten years, the cart belongs to the driver.
Walking out of the courtyard gate, the human-pulled cart awaited outside.
The cart driver was a thin and hunched young man, his back bent like an elderly man with kyphosis. Seeing old Siran co out, his face was full of a pleasing expression.
In Central Earth World, this young man might have kneeled beside the pathway for any noble within the territory. Even when coming to this new realm of the Blue Dragon Kingdom, the servile nature cultivated previously isn't sothing easily eradicated.
Of course, there might also be a hope within him for extra silver coins from a generous patron.
Old Siran nodded.
"Let's go."
"Alright, let's head off."
With the gentle rumble of cart wheels on the cent road, the cart smoothly headed down the street and disappeared at the end of the courtyard community.
...
anwhile,
at the Border Great Wall.
The imnse walls spanned the front like a series of mountains, connecting with the Glacier Mountain Range on both sides, sealing the sole bottleneck connecting the Kawa Great Forest region with Central Earth World.
In recent days, the heavy troops of various countries stationed at the gates have levied hefty taxes on traveling rchants, causing grievances among local rchants.
Inside the Great Wall, emaciated and ravenous refugees clad in tattered clothes leaned crookedly against the wall's edge, their eyes vacant and desolate, filling the atmosphere with despair.
Flies buzzed along the roadsides, and the air reeked of putrid decay.
Noble entourages, leading their squads, pinched their noses as they selected the strong and capable young refugees and young won, binding them like livestock and taking them away in a row.
The elderly, weak, sick, and disabled were left to rot along the roadsides.
Passersby rchants witnessing the scene sighed with faint pity.
If only they could cross the Border Great Wall and enter the Blue Dragon Kingdom, they would receive organized aid from the kingdom, not rot away inside the Great Wall and turn into a pile of bones.
At the city gate, soldiers, and thugs on either side were shouting insults at passing rchants, wielding whips until so battered rchant handed silver yuan over, at which point they stopped.
Beside them, another soldier or thug boasted about how much silver yuan they had gained from these fat sheep today.
The silent line of rchants passed through the city gate, each forced to shed a lot of money, except for a few arrogantly backed by Duke or Count tokens, who were exempt from the toll.
In silence, a smoldering anger filled the hearts of the traveling rchants.
Compared to the conditions within the Blue Dragon Kingdom, this place was nothing short of Hell.
When will the Blue Dragon Kingdom's army break this wall and tear these hideous creatures apart?
So of the more radical rchants even harbored this thought.
While these traveling rchants bled through the Border Great Wall, within the City Lord's Mansion, the bloated City Lord, belly filled with fat, laughed joyfully at the boxes of silver coins and gold coins spread across the entire hall.
"Ha ha ha, surely this is the quickest ans to wealth—those cowardly guys fear attacking that savage Beastman Tribe down south and dare not do this; hmph hmph, I can't wait to see their reactions when I get back!"
"Indeed, those stupid fools, even after we supplied them with so much, they lost even the last Pioneer City outside. Just a re bunch of Beastn, truly useless!"
"This gain is truly astonishing! It's hard to imagine those Beastn are so rich; I say we should join forces with other top-level nobles from other countries and send troops to seize the wealth of the Beastn!"
"Exactly, just a bunch of Beastn, after all. Wasn't the Beastman Royal Court easily destroyed by the tens of thousands of troops sent last ti?"
In the City Lord's Mansion, the fatty-bodied nobles engaged in lively discussions.
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