At noon, the clouds in the sky completely dissipated, and the sun shone to the mortal world with all its might, not only dispelling darkness, but also warming the wounded heart.

The people who were busy in the yard of the Stone Fort looked much more relaxed, and occasionally they could hear a laugh or two.

"Greda, come here and get me a glass of water." Mage Miller attacked a busy warrior.

The soldier nodded and trotted towards the castle. After a while, he came over with a bowl of clear water.

"Your water, Master Mage."

"Thanks."

After Miller thanked, he signaled Roland to take the water bowl.

Roland did as he did. He looked at the shaking water in the bowl and couldn't understand what Miller meant. Behind him, Weiss was also bothered.

Attracted by the topic of humanity, she hid behind Roland, her big eyes waiting for Miller to answer Roland's questions.

Miller smiled and reached out to pick up a small pebble as big as a thumb tip from the ground: "Alchemist Aldarin once said that our world is made up of rocks. Although I do not fully recognize this sentence, because there are countless complex things such as qi, water, life, etc. in this world, it is undeniable that the main body of the world is indeed rocks."

Roland nodded in agreement: "That's right."

Miller threw the stone in his hand into the water bowl: "The stone represents this world. The clear water in the bowl represents the sea of ​​chaos."

Looking at the water rippling in the bowl, Roland thought: "The world is immersed in the sea of ​​chaos..."

"Yes, that's it!" Miller snapped his fingers, but because he tried too hard, he could not help but take a deep breath. He continued, "Countless wise men have said the same thing. I am too weak and my vision is too narrow to verify the truth or falsehood of this sentence. But since all the sages said this, even if it is not the truth, they must be not far from the truth."

Roland reached out and picked up the stone from the water bowl and played with it: "What is the Chaos Sea?

Miller stretched out his hand, took the stone from Roland's hand, put it in his palm and threw it: "The Sea of ​​Chaos is like an endless ocean, boundless, endless, endless, omnipresent, it contains everything, it nurtures the world. The Sea of ​​Chaos is filled with primitive, violent, and chaotic forces, which we call the power of Chaos. There are some forces, very, very subtle forces, absorbed by the stones, just like water stains on the surface of this small stone."

Roland understood a little. Weiss simply said it, and she spoke timidly: "Uncle Mage, are you saying that magic power is water stains on the surface of a stone?"

"That's right, little girl." Miller looked at Weiss with a smile. Compared to Roland, who mastered the terrifying flame spell, the shy girl made him feel relaxed.

Unfortunately, Roland is not Weiss, he is not so easy to pass on.

"Mr. Miller, according to you, mana is the result of the power of chaos running through the world. If that is the case, does it mean that all things in the world, whether they are living or dead, whether they are animals, plants, or rocks, have mana?"

Miller 'hehe smile', lay flat on the reeds, closed his eyes, and said lazily: "The problem is a good problem, but you seem to have forgotten our agreement."

"All right."

The other party was reluctant to answer, and Roland couldn't force it. He thought about it and asked again: "Then can I ask a few questions related to common sense in life?"

"Oh, of course. Ask casually. Before I run out of my patience, I will definitely be unreserved as long as I know. If you can help me find a platform and let me put my legs apart, my patience will definitely be more sufficient."

"no problem."

Roland looked around and found a wooden pier in the corner of the wall. He moved the pier over, adjusted the height, and found some hay to mat it on it. Then he carefully lifted Miller's broken leg and gently placed it on the pier.

Miller nodded with satisfaction: "Hiss~~ I feel much more comfortable now, otherwise I will always feel blood coming out of the wound. Now, you can ask."

Roland seized the opportunity and asked, "I want to know how much it costs to satisfy an ordinary family of three in Turin to eat for a day?"

"Huh?" Miller opened his eyes and looked at Roland: "Young man, tsk tsk~ You have a talent for asking questions, and you can always grasp the key points."

"Hehe." Roland laughed dryly. He had lived on Earth for most of his life, so there must be such common sense.

Miller thought for a while and seemed to be organizing the language. After a few minutes, he said, "It is difficult to answer your question well, because each family has different situations, different eating habits, different requirements for food quality, and the consumption is naturally different. Let me give you the most representative example."

He pulled out a long reed pole from the haystack under him, broke one end, leaving a piece of arm-long: "In Turin, a food is popular, commonly known as 'stick'. It is as long as the arm of an adult man, and the thickness of a fist. It is generally made of tapioca flour, pickled vegetables and a little minced meat, and then steamed in a wooden cage and dried. The stick is not good. Some unscrupulous merchants even add bran and sand to the 'stick' for profit, but it is undeniable that it can easily fill its stomach. A stick like this costs about 10 to 15 pesos, which is enough to prevent the family of three from starving in a day."

"Well~10 to 15 pesos, what does pesos mean?" Roland asked.

Weis behind him was not very interested in this problem. After experiencing the initial stranger phobia, she had already begun to adapt. She grabbed Roland's neck of her clothes with one hand, but her black eyes began to look around the surroundings, full of curiosity.

Miller laughed loudly, and after laughing, he sighed again: "Young man, I now have some intuitive understanding of your past life. Vermia simply treats you as little birds in a cage. It is rare that you still have a strong curiosity about the outside world, so I naturally want to satisfy you."

He signaled Roland to find him a wooden strip. After getting the wooden strip, he wrote it on the mud: "According to the laws of the kingdom, the units of currency are pesos, marks, and kroners. Differentiated from the material of currency, it is also called copper pesos, silver marks, and gold marks. The law stipulates that 1 gold crown is equivalent to 100 silver marks and 1 silver marks, which is equivalent to 100 copper pesos. Of course, due to the wear of currency, the specific exchange ratio will fluctuate, such as a good-quality gold crown, which may be exchanged for 110 to 120 silver marks..."

Roland pricked up his ears and listened, but his eyes were staring at the pattern written by Miller on the ground... It should be called symbols. Some symbols look like English letters, some look like Chinese characters, and some are messy, as if they can't see any meaning. Anyway, he doesn't know any of these things, so he can only guess based on Miller's words.

Finally, he couldn't help but interrupt: "Forgive me for my ruthlessness... Lord Miller, are these on the ground the words of the Kingdom of Glenmay?"

Miller looked stunned: "You don't know...oh~ I forgot your past again. Although you are already a spellcaster, you shouldn't know the words of the kingdom."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, as if thinking about his words. After more than ten seconds, he spoke again: "Writing is a skill that a smart person must master. Scrolls, spell skills books, ordinary letters, king's policy documents, etc. are all written in words. If... you can pay me 8 golden kroners, I can teach you how to recognize words. Don't think it's expensive, this is a very fair price."

"8 golden crowns..." Roland was stunned. His pocket was empty, without a penny.

From Miller's description, he has a basic understanding of Jin Kron's purchasing power

Similar to the Chinese on Earth, a family of three will cost about 50 to 100 RMB if they want to have enough food in a day. In this way, in terms of food purchasing power alone, one gold crown should be at least equivalent to more than 30,000 RMB on Earth.

Now, a basic literacy skill actually costs 8 gold kroners, which is a fair price. If you convert it into RMB, it is 240,000, which is enough to buy a Passat. You know, the pension that Hrud gave to a fallen warrior was only 14 gold kroners!
Chapter completed!