madnovel Chapter 264 1 Gold Coin
Chapter 264 1 Gold Coin
Cody's voice was strong and carried far across the bustling square.
Several freemen who were picking out pottery jars nearby looked up first, followed by several Thorn Soldiers who had just come out of the granary.
Then, even the owner of the bakery across the street peeked out from behind the counter.
An elderly man carrying a book squeezed through the crowd, stared intently at the notice, and then looked at it with disdain.
"Using Iridium-based crops as prizes? That's ridiculous!"
Someone nearby chimed in.
"Exactly! What are Iridium crops? They're treasures that even noble lords wouldn't dare eat. These days, scammers have so many tricks up their sleeves!"
A murmur arose from the crowd, and the old man pushed forward again, squinting as he read the notice from beginning to end once more.
He suddenly froze, pointing to the storm cloud pattern at the top of the notice, his voice trembling.
"Wait, that's the Chiffon family crest! Chiffon! It's that Chiffon family crest!"
The noise suddenly quieted down considerably.
Which chiffon cake?
"Which chiffon cake could it be! It's the chiffon cake that sent a magician to cure the plague! That Viscount Richard!"
The old man poked his finger at the notice, so excited that the books in his arms fell to the ground.
"My son contracted that damned black snake plague before, and it was the magician from Chiffon who cured him!"
The whispers in the crowd turned into another sound.
"If it was organized by Chiffon, then this competition and the Iridium crop are real!?"
"Iridium crops! Iridium crops that can propel you to extraordinary status with just one bite! My God!"
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Cody had to raise his voice to drown out the noise.
"This is a large-scale entertainment competition specially organized by Viscount Chiffon. What the notice says is exactly what it says! There's no deception!"
Someone shouted, "Sir, is it true that winning the competition will reward us with Iridium crops?"
"able!"
Cody replied decisively:
"Superhumans compete against superhumans, and ordinary people compete against ordinary people. Each group wins its own championship and receives an Iridium crop!"
These words caused the entire audience to erupt in cheers!
it is true!
Ordinary people rarely even see crops from the Silver Star, let alone crops from the Iridium Star. If they were to eat one, they would have it for life!
Some people clenched their fists and pushed forward, some turned around and shouted the names of their relatives across the street, and some ran away, probably to go home and tell someone.
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Darian, who was overseeing the loading and unloading of grain at the other end of the square, was also alerted.
Worried that someone might be causing trouble at the Chiffon Shop, he led a squad of Thorn Soldiers straight toward the shop.
The onlookers recognized their lord and quickly made way for him.
Cody immediately dropped his casual demeanor as he had been shouting at passersby, stood up straight, and gave a military salute with his right fist pounding his chest.
"Your Excellency, Baron."
Darian walked over to the notice with his hands behind his back, carefully read it from beginning to end, and remained silent for nearly half a minute.
The nearly ten types of competitions listed in the announcement made his head spin.
He initially thought that Chiffon was just organizing a competition, but he didn't expect it to be such a mess.
"Iridium-based crops will be given as prizes, with one crop each for the extraordinary and ordinary groups."
He turned his head and glanced in the direction of the granary, where two million kilograms of wheat that had just been transported from Qifeng were piled up, and he felt a deep sense of emotion.
As expected of Lord Richard!
In fact, competitive events are very common. Some large territories hold them occasionally, and some even regularly.
However, the requirements are quite strict, the participants are all main force members of their respective knight orders, and the rewards are not that generous.
Chiffon even brought out Iridium crops; one can only say that Lord Richard's wealth is truly impressive.
They just finished the opening ceremony and now they're organizing a whole bunch of competitions.
Speaking of which...
Could it be that cucumber?
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"What are the competition rules for the Extraordinary Group?"
When faced with the Thorn Baron's question, Cody's tone was respectful but not humble.
"Your Excellency, it is a real combat duel. Any extraordinary person under the age of twenty can participate, regardless of level, whether they are a soldier, mercenary, or adventurer, and regardless of their background."
Darian's eyes lit up.
It's interesting that there are no level restrictions!
Normally, only family heirs who grow up eating life crops from time to time have a chance to reach advanced extraordinary status.
Almost everyone else at the age of twenty is at the intermediate level of extraordinary ability.
There happen to be a few promising young talents in the Thorn Army, the oldest being nineteen and the youngest just seventeen. They are all intermediate-level extraordinary individuals with a solid foundation, and they might just be able to bring back a ranking.
Thorn Territory is just an insignificant little territory in the North, but if the soldiers of the Thorn Army can win an award on the Chiffon Grand Stage, even if it's just in the top ten, they can still get some exposure!
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While Darian was still pondering, someone in the crowd couldn't help but continue to ask Cody questions.
"Excuse me, what are those other competitions for?"
Competitive games involve fighting, which inexperienced people certainly wouldn't consider. But there's a whole host of other competitions, and if you make it into the top ten, you'll get at least one gold coin.
One gold coin!
That's enough to buy over 3,000 kilograms of grain!
Many people earn only one or a few silver coins a month. How many years would it take to save up a single gold coin without eating or drinking?
Hey!
If we had that much food, we wouldn't have to do anything all day but cook wheat porridge at home and eat one pot after another!
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When asked by passersby, Cody chuckled, turned around, and started swiping down the notice line by line with his finger.
"Hey! I don't need to explain cooking, knife forging, fishing, beauty pageants, and dancing too much, right?"
"As for the eating contest, is there even a question? It's obviously about who can eat the most!"
The crowd laughed.
Cody grinned and continued:
"The 'Whip-Endurance King' competition is all about whose butt can withstand the whip. With healing potions and Chiffon Magician guarding the scene, no one's guaranteed to die!"
Everyone burst into laughter!
How fresh!
It's usually not people who make mistakes, disobey noblemen, or are serfs who get whipped.
It's actually being treated as a competition now!
However, Master Chiffon has a magician who can cure diseases, so even if his butt is beaten up, he is not afraid. It all depends on who can withstand it!
Several young people were shoving each other, pointing at each other's buttocks and laughing.
A passerby glanced at Darian subconsciously, then unconsciously rubbed his backside...
A woman covered her mouth and chuckled, "Why organize a competition like this?"
Upon hearing this, Cody chuckled.
At first, none of the sergeant majors in the servants understood, but then the lord said this:
"Enduring many lashes without backing down demonstrates their strong will and proves the indomitable spirit of the people of the North!"
The laughter gradually subsided, and the young people exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with something restless.
This competition is great...
I can't forge knives, and my cooking skills are terrible. My only advantage is my appearance, and if all else fails, I have a butt!
Most importantly, the top 100 finishers in each event will receive a silver coin, and accommodation and meals will be provided during the competition.
As long as you grit your teeth and suffer a bit, a silver coin is easy to earn, right?
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The news spread like wildfire throughout the North within days.
Grey Valley Territory.
Baron Ashvale was painting a landscape of chiffon collar in his study when he heard the butler's report, and it took him several seconds to catch his breath.
He took off his gloves, took the copy of the notice and read it himself, his gaze lingering longest on the beauty pageant and dance competition.
He turned his head and glanced at the newly hung Qifeng City planning map on the wall behind him. It was a hand-drawn map he had made from memory after returning from the Qifeng City opening ceremony.
"That Viscount Richard," he put down the scissors and murmured, "just how much trouble does he intend to wreak in the North?"
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Blackthorn Collar.
Baron Blackthorn had just returned from the training grounds, still in his armor, when he read the notice and immediately summoned several young knights who were training on the field.
"You guys under twenty, pack your things, get ready to go to Chiffon Cake."
A young knight scratched his head and asked the lord what he was going to do. Baron Blackthorn pointed to the extraordinary group competition instructions on the handwritten notice.
"Go get beaten up, or beat someone else up."
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Frost collar.
Lucy sat in her study, reviewing a handwritten letter Richard had sent via a caravan. The letter contained only one sentence:
My Rose, the Big Eater, and the Whip-Endurance King want to borrow your Frost City to host their preliminary rounds. You can decide on the venue fee.
She stared at it for a while, then burst out laughing.
This is really interesting!
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Run Wolf Territory.
Griffin sat upright behind his desk, a notice that had been copied countless times lying in front of him, his brows slightly furrowed.
He then picked up a quill, dipped it in ink, and began writing a letter to Richard.
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