Sam, who came to the Demon Tribe's leased land carrying large and small bags, breathed in the fresh air greedily.

It’s good to live in a place ruled by demons, where there is an atmosphere of freedom everywhere.

The most important thing is that unlike the royal capital and the place previously ruled by Doug, which were full of starving people and beggars, there is not a single poor person to be seen here.

As an alchemist and a progressive member of the capital, Sam came to the consulate in the concession with his own book "On Liberty" and was ready to recommend himself. When he was in the capital, he once shouted "peace, not war" with the heroic Prime Minister Codick.

At that time, he was praised by Prime Minister Cordic. Although it was just a compliment with his eyes, Sam felt that he was different from those vulgar people.

Sam believed that the great and wise demons would definitely be impressed by his "On Freedom" and that he would definitely become a great man like Prime Minister Kotick.

"Hello, I want to see the consul here. I am a student of Prime Minister Kotick, and I hope you can make some concessions."

After that, Sam also handed over an introduction of his identity, which was somewhat similar to a resume.

But the human guard standing at the door threw the stack of waste paper back without even looking at it, and pointed to the bulletin board next to the consulate.

In the most conspicuous place on the bulletin board were written a few bright big words: No humans or dogs allowed.

Sam immediately explained: "I am not one of those ordinary humans. I am a professional, and I have spoken for the demons in the capital. I am not the lowly human described above."

"What level?"

The human guard at the door still had a cold tone, as if it was colder than the winter wind.

"Two, second level."

Sam's momentum waned, but the human guard at the door rang a bell and called a green-skinned demon, told him about Sam's situation, and the demon led Sam into the consulate.

Sam was a little excited. Was his chance finally coming? However, Sam was not taken to a study or a living room, but directly to a restaurant. In the restaurant, a demon was eating and drinking lavishly. Most of the dishes on the table were thrown away after being eaten.

"What's your specialty?"

The mountain of demons asked Sam as they ate.

Sam immediately pulled out a stack of papers from his backpack and began to talk.

The above is Sam's summary based on Cordick's speech, which mainly talks about the harm of war.

When he finally talked about how war only brought the grim smiles of the vested interests, and was about to continue talking about how the demons should maintain peace and fight against old Lars, the mountain-like demon rudely interrupted Sam's conversation and asked directly: "Can you make strengthening potions?"

Sam immediately asked nervously, "Which strengthening potion do you want?"

After the servant pulled Sam aside to explain, Sam said in a daze: "No, it won't."

This kind of potion is completely illegal and is basically only made by those unscrupulous pharmacists in the black market. Regular alchemists and pharmacists like Sam can only make supplements and cannot make that kind of powerful medicine.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sam was thrown out roughly. Even though Sam was still shouting about peace and freedom, the guards were dismissive.

Sam was shivering in the cold and dry streets of the North during the winter. As this was the leased territory of the demons, there was no professional guild that could provide accommodation at a low price. The inn charged a very high price because it saw that Sam was a foreigner.

Just when Sam was planning to find another place to spend the night, he saw a demon and a few humans chasing people away on the street.

"The consul has a kind heart and cannot bear to see the poor."

As the demons spoke, they kicked the humans who were shivering in the cold wind and drove them away.

Finally, after most of his money was robbed by the demons on the road in the name of human tax, Sam found a place where homeless people gathered and barely spent the night. Then he left in a hurry. After all, he only had the travel expenses he had hidden away.

After returning to the old house left by his parents, Sam looked at the liberal theory he had carefully written and angrily slammed the table.

Sam felt that he had been deceived. The demons did not seem to be as peace-loving as he had imagined. Otherwise, why did the demons not take his theory of freedom seriously at all?

Moreover, the leased land was full of discrimination. The demons in the royal capital repeatedly emphasized that they were discriminated against by humans, but in fact Sam discovered that he had encountered all the cases of discrimination mentioned by the demons in the royal capital in just two days in the leased land.

This made Sam suspect that the group of demons in the royal capital were simply imposing on humans what they had done.

But life must go on. After a trip to the Demon's leased land, Sam's property was directly reduced, and he even had the idea of ​​escaping to Gray Collar to find his parents.

"No, no, no matter what, we can't go to the Demon Governor's territory."

Just as Sam was thinking this, the bell outside the door rang. It turned out that the soldiers of Doug's army informed Governor Doug that a new currency had been issued. From today on, all transactions in the territory must be conducted with this currency, otherwise all property would be confiscated.

At the same time, the soldiers also explained that this was to fight against the free currency issued by the Gray Collars. Every exchange was a support for Governor Doug and a blow to the evil old Lars forces.

Sam was somewhat reluctant. After all, the Dougcoin issued by Doug was paper money. Who would be willing to exchange a pile of gold and silver for waste paper?

After hesitating for a while, Sam followed his mother's instructions and only changed part of it.

After using it for two days, Sam found that the purchasing power of this banknote seemed to be stronger, and many people frantically took their gold and silver to exchange for this banknote.

"After all, it is the Governor's reputation that guarantees it."

"The Governor has said that there will be no over-issuance!"

Amidst these assurances, in order to support Governor Doug's cause of freedom, Sam exchanged all his money into paper Doug coins, then bought alchemical materials and food, and stayed at home to start making the potions on the previous order.

However, two weeks later, when Sam came to the bar in the town, he saw people in the bar drinking desperately. Sam was puzzled and asked, "Brother, what day is today? Why are everyone drinking so fast?"

The burly man in front of Sam finished his drink and then said, "If you don't drink quickly, the price might go up later!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the bartender preparing to change the sign of 700,000 Doug coins to 900,000. Seeing this, the strong man immediately hurried to pay the bill.

Sam was stunned as he touched the 20,000 Doug coins in his pocket. This was a huge sum of money two weeks ago, but now he couldn't even afford a glass of wine.

Sam immediately realized something was wrong and rushed to the post office, but found that he could not even afford the Doug coins to send a letter. Even a piece of bread cost nearly 500,000 Doug coins, and the price was still rising.

And just like that, Sam went bankrupt.

With nowhere else to go, Sam prepared to flee with the remaining food and alchemical materials to find his parents.

However, on the way to escape, Sam encountered the demons and Doug's soldiers who were conscripting men.

"Wait, wait! I'm a professional, I don't need to join the army!"

Sam immediately shouted at the soldiers and demons, but he didn't expect that the soldiers and demons became even more excited after hearing it.

"Professional, that means he has a lot of money, right? He doesn't look like a combat professional."

The soldiers slowly approached Sam as they talked. As Sam slowly retreated, they became more certain that Sam was not a combat professional. They immediately rushed forward and snatched the package from Sam's hand.

"Wait! That's the last bit of food I have. I know how to make potions. Please don't take my food anymore!"

Sam cried in despair, but the soldiers tore the package apart while discussing where to bury Sam.

At this moment, Sam heard a muffled sound, followed by more noises. The demons with the soldiers fell down along with the soldiers. Sam saw bright flowers of blood exploding on the opponent's chest.

The flower was so perfect that Sam's resentment seemed to pour out with the blooming flower.

"Are you OK?"

A man who looked like a farmer and holding a strange fire stick came to Sam.

Seeing that Sam was still in a daze, the farmer-like uncle stretched out his hand and introduced himself: "Leighton, Lars Resistance."

Sam, who originally hated the so-called resistance army, now grabbed Leighton's arm madly.

"You want to fight against the demons and Doug, right? I want to join, I want to join you!"

Faced with a loaf of bread worth 500,000 Doug coins, Sam forgot what he had said in the capital and chose to join the war.

A few days later, when Isa arrived at the Leiden camp, some new resistance recruits were being trained on how to use firearms.

"Didn't Gray Collar only bring in bolt-action muskets?"

Isa listened to the sounds coming from the shooting range with an incredible look on her face.

"A new soldier came a few days ago. He pulled the bolt so fast that it made a phantom. The current speed is the limit of the musket, not his."

Leighton explained.

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