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But since the world has become so cold and indifferent, if he doesn't support this sincere seller, who else can?!
To conceal Pope Brad's situation, Hope once again found a corner and cast a disguise spell on herself before striding towards the herbal stall that everyone avoided, her eyes revealing an unprecedented anticipation:
Turner, here comes Hope!
……
Daytime is when Turner is most relaxed.
Although business was almost nonexistent, he had already memorized all the passing customers: these were all potential big clients for the night. As long as he occasionally shouted out the efficacy of the medicine when they passed by, they would quietly come to his door when night fell.
Just like those adventurers who have seen too many adult films, they always think that the level in the films is the level of normal people, and they are often not satisfied with their own conditions.
This also provides Turner with ample business opportunities.
He didn't know who didn't need to buy herbs, but he could tell who did from their faces.
After all, no one would put on a righteous and shameless stance when considering their own lower body.
Oh, there's one character who seems to be an unexpected surprise.
Turner suddenly shuddered, remembering the important client who had visited yesterday. A feeling of admiration and respect welled up within him: at such an advanced age, the client was still working so hard, so what right did he have not to strive?!
However, he probably wouldn't be able to see that person anytime soon. Turner shook his head, a strong sense of confidence in his herbal products playing on his lips: after all, it was a month's supply...
"Tern".
A familiar voice rang out from not far away.
Herb dealer Turner's body stiffened abruptly. He turned around in disbelief and saw a familiar figure smiling and waving at him without any attempt to hide it as he walked towards him.
A look of deep horror appeared in Turner's eyes.
That silver demon, oh no, that priest… he's come knocking again after just one day?!
Is the magazine still not empty?!
Turner's eyes widened in bewilderment. His confidence as the King of Herbs was crumbling. He was already defying the odds by openly displaying third-rate herbs in broad daylight, but what was even more outrageous was that a priest had brazenly and openly visited his herb shop for two consecutive days!
I'm sure that in a few days, strange rumors about the priest at the church will be circulating throughout this whole street...
Wait, he found out!!!
Turner's eyes widened suddenly as he realized he had fallen into a misconception: Who said that the priest bought it only for his own use? How could one person possibly consume such a large quantity of herbs?
"So... all the clergy in the entire Holy Church enjoy praying right under the goddess's nose?!"
Turner's hands began to tremble, not from fear, but from excitement.
He almost missed out on such a huge market!
"Father, what do you need this time?" Turner asked, his enthusiasm growing as he looked at Hope, who was walking briskly towards him.
“Tern, I trust your judgment. This time it’s about the same as last time.” Hope stepped forward, lowering his voice as he spoke, referring to the Pope’s illness.
"Do you have any herbs that can stimulate flesh, make it swell, or... reshape severed limbs? Price is not an issue!"
Turner was stunned for a moment, then slapped his head hard.
He really neglected his duty. Last time he only gave some herbs to enhance the "software," and almost forgot that some people's "hardware" was not good enough!
"Yes! Your Honor, yes, yes!"
Turner immediately pulled out his most prized herb: "This is a legendary herb that only dragons can withstand. Its medicinal power is so strong that it can completely revitalize flesh and blood..."
"Great! This is exactly the herb I need!"
Upon hearing the words "flesh and blood activation and regeneration," Hope's eyes immediately lit up. Wasn't this the kind of drug that the Astrid scholars had mentioned?
"I bought it!"
He tossed down a gold coin, then, clutching the red herb with its bluish-purple veins, Hope left excitedly without even packing his bag.
The herbalist, Turner, was left standing there stunned. He hadn't even finished speaking when he said that the normal dosage of Dragon Blood Grass was only one leaf. Otherwise, the medicinal power might overflow and cause the body to swell uncontrollably.
However, since the other party was probably also doing a "group purchase," and considering that the other party had purchased more than one person's worth of goods yesterday, Turner felt relieved.
"Sigh, to actually do something like wholesaling third-rate herbs to the priests at the Holy Church..." With a sigh, Turner made the sign of the cross with a sense of guilt.
"May the goddess forgive me—"
……
On the edge of the cathedral, in a working-class neighborhood.
"Fellow citizens, please cast your precious vote for the great and glorious Duke Thanaus."
"Grand Duke Thanaus is kind and just, and he cares deeply about the lives of poor children. There are many orphanages in the capital that were built with his funding. The 'Blood Cross' that you have all heard of is a charitable association headed by Grand Duke Thanaus, which has been helping the kingdom cultivate outstanding bloodlines over the years..."
"Thank you all for your votes. I, Grand Duke Dane, on behalf of Thanaus, thank you all for your objective and fair support!"
A warm, sunny voice drifted across a newly set-up podium. Dane, with short, golden hair fluttering in the wind and dressed in exquisite aristocratic attire, smiled as he surveyed the sea of people below.
Thanks to the good reputation he had built up in the plebeian district during this period, and the reputation that Thanaus had cultivated over the years, his side of the podium, which was scattered throughout the plebeian district, attracted the most people.
After the speech ended, countless noble children, people he could only look up to in humility, gathered around him affectionately.
The "Greatest Noble of the Year" selection is both a silent competition among nobles and a social occasion for young noble successors to get closer to each other.
Although the selection only brings fame, it is actually the people's assessment and affirmation of the contributions made by the nobles to the kingdom. Even if they are not selected as the greatest nobles, just being nominated can indirectly increase their merits.
For several dukes, this is an even greater opportunity... to obtain the position of Grand Duke.
Chapter 182 Your Holiness the Pope, It's Time to Take Your Medicine
It should be understood that merit, especially the title itself, is earned through gradual accumulation.
Normally, only outstanding offspring from noble families who have earned enough merit on the frontier battlefield can add another achievement to the already established ranks of dukes and earls.
Grand Duke Thanaus was able to ascend to the position of Grand Duke only after accompanying the old king on his campaigns and completing the great task of establishing the kingdom.
Now that the country has been established for over a hundred years, Prince Ota will likely ascend to the throne once he has chosen his queen!
Several of the current dukes are now potential candidates for promotion...
Therefore, for this selection, each noble family sent their sons to show their sincerity to the people of the capital.
"As expected, this year's selection will probably be Grand Duke Thanaus again. His Blood Cross's charitable ideals are comparable to the selfless impartiality of the Artifact Saint!"
Standing beside Dane, one of the earl's sons made a deliberate compliment.
All the noble representatives present were potential rivals, but not Dane, who stood before them. In fact, they even subtly sought to get closer to him and bask in the glory of Grand Duke Thanaus.
“That’s right…” A duke’s eldest son immediately chimed in: “Grand Duke Thanaus’s achievements need no further proof. I think none of the nobles present are worthy of the title of Grand Duke!”
Disdainful glances were cast one after another. The person who spoke was the eldest son of Duke Clyde. The Clyde family could be said to be one of the dukes who were closest to the title of Grand Duke at present, and also the one who most wanted to become Grand Duke. Now, in order to win over Dane, he said such insincere words.
"Hehe." Dane squinted, quite enjoying the feeling, and was just about to say something polite.
"No one is good enough for him?"
"Isn't that a bit too absolute?" A cold and arrogant voice came from not far away.
Everyone was taken aback and turned to look at the figure standing out from the crowd... Tang Ke, dressed in somewhat rough cloth, and a somewhat familiar-looking girl stood behind him.
"Tonker, and Jenny?" Dane asked, slightly puzzled.
He wouldn't forget these two fellow trainees from the same Hero Candidate Training Camp so quickly, especially since one of them was the Duke's second son.
"Duke Moss's second son...Tunk?" A murmur arose from the crowd, clearly indicating that some heirs of high-ranking noble families had no recollection of Tunk, who was merely the second son.
"Tang Ke, what do you mean?" Upon learning the other party's identity, some nobles immediately turned cold and questioned him with unfriendly expressions.
"What do you mean? Isn't my meaning obvious enough?"
Raising his head, Tonks tapped his chin on the words "Greatest Noble of the Year" engraved on the podium, and calmly said:
“My father, Moss, is of ducal caliber!”
"This year's greatest nobleman is none other than Duke Moss!"
……
A cold, desolate wind swept by, and the nobles looked at each other in bewilderment.
"What did he just say?"
"I don't know, it seems to be a sentence structure I don't understand."
"The words 'great' and 'Moss' are probably not something a normal human would put together, right?"
The crowd looked around, then burst into unprecedented laughter—
"Hahaha! Tonk, you mean you're going to represent Duke Moss in this year's greatest nobleman election? Hahaha, that's hilarious!"
"That's the infamous Duke Moss, the gluttonous, lazy, womanizing, sharp-tongued, stingy, and gambling bastard!!! Look at his name, where does it even begin to describe the word 'great'? Hahahaha!"
"Tunk, I admit that if there were a poll for the worst noble in the capital, Duke Moss would undoubtedly be number one!"
"Tanker." Dane, standing at the podium, also wore a fake smile.
"The selection of nobles is no joke. You can't put two completely unrelated terms together, like Mino the hero and the enemy of mankind, or Duke Moss and a great nobleman... It's the simplest of principles, do you understand?"
Dane’s tone was quite sincere, which made it sound particularly grating. Many of the nobles present heard the sarcasm in his words and chuckled.
However, Tang Ke, the person involved, seemed completely unaware of this.
“I understand, Dane.” Tonk looked at Dane with a sigh.
"I originally thought that after Mino, you were the one who understood and supported me the most! But unfortunately, in this situation, we are natural rivals! I will definitely beat you in this election!"
Dane's lips twitched. Who understands and supports you? Can't you hear the sarcasm in my words?
Although he was on friendly terms with the other nobles, Dane had no intention of giving up the competition for the sole position of the greatest noble, as it concerned his and Thanaus's long-term plans, something that couldn't be compared to the childish games these nobles were playing.
It seems that Tang Ke really only came to make a declaration of resistance, and before leaving, he only left behind a pretentious remark that sounded like ancient script.
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate Mozi's poverty!!!"
The nobles were completely baffled: Duke Moss wasn't poor at all; in fact, he was one of the wealthiest...
"Tunk, Tunk!"
Jenny's hurried voice followed Tom's retreating footsteps. Dressed in adventurer's attire, she looked at her companion, still immersed in the fighting spirit, and said with a strange expression:
"You don't actually intend to help your father get nominated for the greatest nobleman, do you?"