Succubus' Manor

Chapter 192

Chi Yan finally took some time to go for a walk on the street with Kleist.

In all fairness, the holy city is not bad. After all, it is an old city with a long history and a royal city, so it has the largest population and the most rules.

Except for some alleys with feces, there is nothing on the streets.

However, after going to the street, Chi Yan found that there were not many people on the street. Occasionally, he could see a few old people and women, but they all lowered their heads and walked in a hurry.

Chi Yan walked into a cloth shop, and there were not many people in the shop. The boss was sitting inside watching the customers walk around and leave.

Now the price of cloth has risen, but people's income has not increased, and even dropped a lot, making his business more difficult.

It wasn't until Chi Yan and Kleist came in that the boss's eyes lit up, and he stood up quickly - after all, Chi Yan was wearing good materials, and the boss has a pair of eyes to know people by clothes, respecting clothes first and then respecting people, where is it? It's all reasonable.

"Guests, take your time, I have all kinds of cloth in my store!"

Chi Yan went in and turned around. In addition to the linen, there were also cotton cloths. Chi Yan asked, "How much is the cotton cloth?"

Boss: "That volume costs three hundred copper coins."

Chi Yan was shocked: "Three hundred?"

In the future, the boss, Chi Yan, would not buy it if he thought it was too expensive, and explained: "Guests, everything is going up in price now, and three hundred is really not much. Those animal skin robes will cost five hundred copper coins to go up."

Chi Yan asked, "Where's the linen?"

The boss said again: "The linen is cheap, one hundred pieces."

Chi Yan thought about the price of Stettin. A roll of similar linen only costs 150 copper coins, and cotton cloth costs between [-] and [-] coins.

The prices in the holy city are indeed terrible.

After all, many people don't necessarily have a hundred copper coins in their monthly income.

So Chi Yan took Kleist to the bakery again.

The bakery sometimes bakes black bread for people, and the materials are provided by the other party, as long as they pay a processing fee.

But it's not cheap, Chi Yan went to ask, and the processing fee for one roast is five copper coins.

If you buy it directly, a piece of black bread that can last one person for five days costs [-] copper coins.

The owner of the bakery also said to Chi Yan: "Guest, it's not that we are too expensive, but that we need money for our staff. If we don't increase the price, my buddy will starve to death."

"Wheat flour is getting more expensive every day."

Chi Yan asked strangely: "Don't the merchants come here to sell food?"

The boss smiled: "Sell it, but don't sell it to us. The holy courtyard and the palace both want it. Big merchants don't want to do business with us, but small merchants are willing to sell it to us, but the price will go up."

Chi Yan: "Is there no food-producing city nearby?"

Boss: "You are from out of town. I don't know. There are only two cities near us that produce grain. It takes three days to make a horse-drawn carriage, and not only our side needs it, but also other cities. Food is in short supply right now."

Chi Yan didn't expect that the battle between the Holy Court and the royal family could make prices like this.

"What about the ones you can't afford?" Chi Yan asked.

The boss saw how many large pieces of bread Chi Yan had bought, and then said: "What can I do, go hungry, scrape together some money to buy bread, and boil it with more water when it's boiled, drink it into your stomach, And feel fuller."

Chi Yan and Kleist went to the oil workshop again. The oil sold here is sesame oil. The price was originally high, and only the rich could afford it. Now it has also risen to a terrible price.

A can of sesame oil that used to cost [-] coins now costs [-] copper coins.

So Chi Yan paid for two more cans, only to hear from the owner of the oil workshop that prices had been rising since the beginning of the year, and the price was getting more and more outrageous.

Now the business is not doing well, the boss is ready to return to the countryside after selling the last batch of oil.

"If this continues, my old capital will be lost."

The oil yield of sesame is low, and only the rich can afford the oil itself.

And rich people don't look down on soybean oil - they think that beans are eaten by livestock, so the oil extracted from soybeans is not worthy for them to eat.

From buying oil to leaving, Chi Yan chatted with the boss for so long, but he didn't see the second customer.

For the last stop, Chi Yan went to the grain store.

The price of food is still outrageous, but there are more customers than the previous few stores.

After all, the clothes can barely be worn if they are torn, and the bread needs to be processed. It is better to cook the grain directly, so that it can be eaten anyway.

Oil?It has nothing to do with ordinary civilians.

There is only food, which everyone needs to eat, no matter how expensive it is, they have to buy it.

Wheat, which could have been bought for ten copper coins, now costs more than 20 to nearly thirty, and the shells have not been removed, and there are stones in it.

People can only buy a little, the grain store is impatient, and the attitude of the guys is not good.

"If the Holy Court and the royal family don't fight to a conclusion, the prices will only get higher and higher." Chi Yan told Kleist on the way back.

Kleist smiled: "The other prices haven't increased."

Entertainment activities are not priced.

There are very few entertainment activities here, only Huanghe gambling.

There are only two types of Huang, female prostitutes and male prostitutes.

There are many bets, the most popular of which is gladiatorial.

Some slave owners specially raised gladiators for nobles to bet and have fun.

There are no such small places in Stettin, but this industry is very popular in the Holy City, and many commoners have lost their fortunes gambling.

Also got rich overnight.

Chi Yan: "Shall we go and see?"

Kleist has no problem.

It just so happened that it was noon now, and when they passed by, the first round had just ended, and each person had to pay ten copper coins to enter, which seemed much cheaper compared to other prices.

It was just because the general environment was not good and the arena was not full of people. Chi Yan took a rough look and found that one-third of the seats were enough.

Waiting in the stands, there are little boys selling snacks - there are very few types of snacks, and the most popular one is barbecue sausage.

The meat is stuffed into the clean intestines, then fried and roasted, sprinkled with a little salt and spices, the taste is not bad.

Chi Yan ordered two, and then ate them with Kleist.

The gladiatorial fight was very primitive, and there was no announcement or introduction. When the time came, two middle-aged gladiators came out from the doors on both sides. The trousers are no different, revealing a whole body of lean muscles. Although gladiators are slaves, they are treated better than ordinary slaves. Slave owners rely on them to make money, so they must be raised to be stronger.

Ordinary slaves may not be able to eat meat twice in their lives, they can eat it every three to five times.

But there is also a price. The game with the highest stakes is the life and death game, and whoever dies will lose.

Chi Yan and the others were looking at an ordinary field. Whoever was knocked down and couldn't get up would count as the loser.

It's just because the medical conditions are too poor, so if the internal organs are injured, or the bones are broken and the internal organs are punctured, there is no cure.

Chi Yan: "...It's the first time I've watched it."

Kleist: "Me too."

So the two bumpkins watched the gladiatorial fight together.

Gladiators don't say hello, but for the sake of effect, they will provoke each other and show off their force, usually by raising their arms and waving them a few times, as if saying that I can blow your head off with one punch.

The process of showing off force was only a short while, and then the fight began.

There is no systematic style of play, and sometimes it even looks very obscene.

For example, dig out the opponent's eggs, poke the opponent's eyes with fingers, bite the opponent's ear, and attack the vulnerable parts of the person.

The viewers were very excited:

"Hit him! Kick him hard!"

"Didn't you have enough to eat yesterday?! Get up!"

"Is your fist a display?!"

Chi Yan looked over and didn't think such a scene was very passionate and exciting.

Both gladiators had no expression on their faces, they had numerous scars on their bodies, and one had lost one ear.

They attacked each other, which made Chi Yan feel a little sad.

Kleist put his arm around Chi Yan's shoulder: "This is their original fate."

Chi Yan: "I know, if I don't come to see it, I won't feel it."

If he didn't watch it, he would only think "Gladiator? A special product of the times."

But after reading it, he will feel sympathy.

Kleist: "The one sitting over there is the owner of the gladiator."

Chi Yan followed Kleist's gaze and saw a middle-aged man sitting at the end of the stands. He was not the slave owner that Chi Yan was used to. On the contrary, he looked gentle and refined, just looking at his appearance. It is easy to make people feel good.

He was talking to someone, and when he saw Chi Yan's gaze, he smiled at Chi Yan.

Chi Yan asked softly, "What do you mean?"

Kleist rubbed Chi Yan's shoulder: "The master of the gladiator has a good relationship with many nobles."

Chi Yan: "I understand."

Maintain a friendly relationship with a gladiator's master, and maybe the other party will become his source of information.

Chi Yan also smiled at the other party.

Sure enough, after a while, the slave owner came over, sat next to Chi Yan, and asked with a smile, "Where did the guest come from?"

Chi Yan raised his eyebrows: "You can see that I'm an outsider?"

The slave owner smiled and said, "There are not many people as conspicuous as you in the holy city."

Chi Yan smiled a little shyly, like a young man who has never seen the big world, he cleared his throat: "I came to see my relatives, and this is the first time I have watched a wrestling."

Slave owner: "What is this? Small fight, have you placed your bet?"

Chi Yan shook his head: "I don't really understand this."

The slave owner looked at Kleist.

Kleist reported his name.

The slave owner smiled and said, "It's good for the guest to call me Yaheng."

Then the slave owner turned to Chi Yan again.

Chi Yan: "Kadi."

Slave owner: "Mr. Cardy, if you are interested, tomorrow there will be a gladiatorial fight of the highest level, all of which are masters. At that time, all the nobles and gentlemen in the city will come."

Chi Yan's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Slave owner: "Don't dare to deceive the guests, maybe even the Duke will come."

Chi Yan: "Then I will definitely come tomorrow, morning or afternoon?"

Slave master: "Morning."

Chi Yan nodded, and got an admission ticket directly from the slave owner.

It's made of parchment, cost a lot of money, and has wax seals on it.

It seems that good-looking boys are not too lucky.