Time travel game, starting from Kingdom Come: Deliverance

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Cleanliness, free of dust and dirt.

Even among nobles, only the highest nobles have similar skin. This is a little trick to tell if someone is a noble. Nobles don't necessarily have good skin, but those with good skin are definitely nobles.

Not to mention its physique, Radji secretly estimated how heavy the armor was while walking in Mojiang, and finally concluded that it was heavier than any other armor he had ever seen.

A physique capable of wearing such a suit of armor is something that ordinary families couldn't produce.

Even a minor nobleman couldn't possibly develop such a physique.

As for the glass bead that Mo Jiang casually gave to the guard earlier, Radji dared to swear that he had never seen anything like it, even when he was by the king's side.

All these factors combined mean that even if Mojang hadn't said it, Radji would have considered him a nobleman, and a high-ranking one at that.

Radji silently observed Mojiang without saying a word; he had that much patience.

"Please give me two plates."

Mo Jiang took out two plastic resealable bags containing salt and sugar. He had temporarily packed the salt and sugar in unlabeled transparent resealable bags before setting off, considering that the packaging of the salt and sugar might reveal information.

Sugar and salt were poured into a dish, and immediately a servant placed it in front of Radji.

Radji reached out and gently touched the objects, then held them up to his face for a closer look. He immediately recognized what they were.

"This is sugar, and salt too?!?"

So white, like sugar and salt as fine as sand.

"Hehe, it seems Lord Radji is quite satisfied with my things."

Mo Jiang smiled, knowing he had succeeded in the first step. "I wonder if Lord Radji would be interested in obtaining more sugar, more salt, or even more things you've never seen before?"

4. Shinra's unique noble class – Bandit Knight

Faced with sugar and salt that he had never seen before and that even overturned Radji's previous understanding, the castle count quickly recovered.

He shifted his gaze from the two small, snow-white piles to the owner of the goods, saying, "Until now, I still don't know the identity of this distinguished guest."

Asking about the price directly will make you seem very eager to buy, putting you at a disadvantage in the transaction.

Mo Jiang smiled slightly, not caring about such a little trick, and replied, "Just call me Mo Jiang. Mo is my surname, and Jiang is my given name."

An unfamiliar name, both in its tone and its structure, feels unfamiliar.

But Radji was not surprised by this. When he saw Mojang's appearance, he knew that the other party was definitely not from Bohemia.

“You look like you’ve traveled a long way.”

Radji's words were tinged with doubt, as he intended to probe Mo Jiang's background, but Mo Jiang had no intention of scheming against him.

He pointed to two dishes containing sugar and salt. "Perhaps His Majesty Wenceslaus would like this gift, don't you think?"

Wenceslaus IV, Holy Roman Emperor and King of Bohemia, was the eldest son of Charles IV.

He was also the monarch to whom Radji served.

When His Majesty the King was mentioned, Radji straightened his back slightly. "You want to give these to His Majesty Wenceslaus?"

“This quantity is too small and does not do justice to His Majesty’s dignity. I will bring five pounds tomorrow.”

In medieval Bohemia, even the salt consumed by nobles was of poor quality, and as for sugar, most nobles could only taste sweetness through honey.

Five pounds of sugar and salt would certainly qualify as a gift for the king.

"Five pounds each, five pounds per month."

As he spoke, he placed a bag of sugar and salt in a sealed plastic bag on the table. "This is my money for purchasing, how about it?"

"What do you want?"

Radjit had just recovered from the shock of receiving five pounds of sugar and salt every month when he heard Mojang's words. He immediately began to ponder what Skaritz could possibly have that was worth as much as the sugar on the table.

He quickly came to an answer: no.

Aside from the silver mine, if Mojang could really provide five pounds of sugar and salt every month, the value of the silver mine might not even be comparable.

"I'm a person who likes to make friends, and those who know me know that I'm very generous."

Mo Jiang gently pushed the sugar and salt toward Radji, "I wonder if I have the luck to become friends with you, Lord Radji?"

When he removed his hand, there were several glass beads on the table, in addition to the sugar and salt.

“I think…” Mo Jiang’s voice was low and seductive, “I might need a house in Skarlitz to display the gifts I present to His Majesty the King, and a horse for transportation.”

A house and a horse—compared to what Mojiang has to offer, this is nothing.

So Radji quickly began considering mobilizing labor to build a house for Mojiang. "How big do you want your house to be? Do you have a good location in mind?"

“There’s no need to build a new house. I’ve looked around before, and there’s an empty house on the edge of the village. Would that work?”

“No problem.” Radji readily agreed. Even if there were no people there, it would just be a matter of the original owner moving out, and at worst, they would be given full compensation. “As for the horse, it will take some time. After all, I think you need more than just a horse for transportation.”

Although Mojang didn't say it explicitly, Radji didn't think the other party wanted a drudge horse at all.

With that armor covering them from head to toe, it was impossible for anyone but a warhorse to carry them.

"Then I won't disturb your work any longer."

The deal was mostly done, and Mo Jiang turned to leave, but before he could even open the door, Radji called him back.

"Wait a moment!"

Coming to his senses, the Earl of Skarlitz looked conflicted, and after a long pause, he finally asked the question that had been on his mind, "Are you... an alchemist?"

Mo Jiang smiled silently. "Whether it is or not, it doesn't affect my friendship with you, or my respect for His Majesty Wenceslaus, does it?"

After saying that, he pushed open the door and left.

After leaving Radji's castle, Mo Jiang looked back at the castle that would one day be engulfed in flames and shook his head silently.

Afterwards, he quietly returned to the wooden house where he had first appeared, the thought of going back echoing in his mind. He pushed open the door and disappeared from the spot.

When Mo Jiang reappeared, he was already in his room at home.

As he removed his armor, he reflected on his previous conversation with Radji.

Radji was the royal magistrate of Wenceslaus IV, a "squire of the king," a low-ranking but powerful position.

As for why Wenceslaus IV appointed Raddy as the lord of Skalitz, it was most likely because there was a silver mine there, and the king needed to send someone to keep an eye on it.

At the same time, Radji was adept at making money for Wenceslaus IV.

Radji was not a law-abiding traditional feudal nobleman; he was often described as a distinctive type of nobleman in the Holy Roman Empire of his time—a bandit knight.

This profession mainly involves activities such as robbing caravans, collecting protection money, and kidnapping.

Mojang was even certain that Radji had considered it more than once when he saw what he had.

After removing my armor, I turned on my computer and casually picked up a pen to write and draw in my notebook.

"Yes, Kingdom Come: Deliverance, set in 1403, is a game that leans towards realism."

"So what can I get in that place?"

As he spoke, he wrote down what came to mind: "Armor and bows and arrows? No need. Order them from Taobao or find a mechanical processing major at the vocational school next door. The stuff they make will be much better than medieval stuff."

"Horses? That's feasible. The Hanfu Society has a few sets of horse armor. We just want to try and see if we can bring living creatures with us through time."

Mo Jiang had already tried traveling with non-living things. Before pushing open the door and returning here, he casually picked up a dry branch in his hand.

At this moment, the withered branch was carelessly tossed onto the ground; it was a withered branch from 15th-century Bohemia.

"Silver? The purity is probably not high enough, and silver isn't worth much anyway."

"gold……"

Thinking of gold, Mo Jiang paused, pen in hand, cap resting on his chin. "The international gold price is already over seven hundred. Even if there are problems with the purity of the gold, its value is still high enough."

In the 15th century, it wasn't difficult to sell products made in modern industrialized society at the price of gold; the difficulty lay in the purity of the gold and the ease of reselling it.

Selling in small quantities is not a problem, as long as the discounted price is acceptable.

As the computer fully booted up, Mo Jiang's thoughts shifted to the computer.

Upon opening the game called "Kingdom Come: Deliverance," Mo Jiang quickly found what he was looking for in his save file.

One of the skills in Henry's skill list.

"Alchemy, the only game in this realistic genre that involves the supernatural."

5. Methods to make big money not only lie in the Criminal Law, but also in history books.

The next day, the ringing of my cell phone woke me from my sweet morning dream.

Picking up her phone, she opened her sleepy eyes and saw the call coming in. Mo Jiang answered with a very unfriendly tone, "Do you know I'm at home reflecting on my actions and don't have to work until 8 a.m.?"

"President, something terrible has happened!" A panicked voice came from the other end of the phone. "I just received a notice that the student council is coming to audit the club's accounts next week!"

The words "check the accounts" instantly shattered the sleepiness in his mind. Mo Jiang suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze no longer hazy, and sat up straight on the bed.

"What did they say?"

"They didn't say anything, just gave me a notice that the school will be auditing the Hanfu Club's accounts starting next week, a very thorough audit. Club president, there's a shortfall in our accounts..."

Upon hearing this news, Mo Jiang knew that it must have been at the principal's behest.

Yesterday, the principal's attempt to get someone out of the police station nearly caused him to have high blood pressure, and today the principal sent people to check the Hanfu club's accounts.

The Hanfu club has sponsors, and there are more than one sponsor. The funds are all raised from outside the school. Of course, the official purpose of these funds is to "promote traditional culture". On the side, when needed, the club can perform for the sponsors to attract more people. Most sponsors prefer that the club wear ethereal Hanfu.

These were all clearly stated in the contract at the time of sponsorship.

It's not uncommon for boys to be asked to perform like Spartan warriors, but it's rare.

Almost every president has set aside a significant portion of this sponsorship to build armor.

The Hanfu Society's accounts have a shortfall, and it's not just a small shortfall.

The research on the style of Hanfu and the ethereal and beautiful costumes worn by the female members all represent a considerable expense.

Furthermore, getting club members involved means that milk tea and barbecue are a must, and the bills are paid from the club's own funds.

But these expenses are nothing compared to the twenty suits of armor in the guild.

This was a minefield planted from the very beginning of the Hanfu Society, when the initial president created the first suit of armor.

As the number of people wearing armor in the Hanfu community increases, this potential problem grows bigger and bigger.

This account cannot withstand scrutiny; if it is, we're doomed.

The guaranteed minimum is a crime of misappropriation of funds and embezzlement. Once investigated, the relevant personnel will face administrative, civil, and criminal penalties.

As the president, he was the first to bear the responsibility.

I've only been in charge for a short time and haven't started misappropriating funds yet, so theoretically I can't find any trouble with him.

However, every accountant, and the previous presidents, inevitably caused problems.

Moreover, the principal was looking for trouble; the entire club's accounts were in error, which gave him a perfect excuse to disband the Hanfu club.

Mo Jiang took a deep breath to calm himself down. "Ah Long, how big is the shortfall in the club's accounts? Are you confident you can cover it up by falsifying the accounts?"

"No, President," Ah Long's voice was almost choked with tears. "I can't do fake accounts."

"You, an accounting major, can't even do tax adjustments (fake accounts)? What kind of accounting did you study?!" Every year, the Hanfu club has an accounting major, just to make the accounts look good enough.

The Hanfu Society has always kept two sets of bills: one for external use and one for internal use. The internal bills are only visible to the president and the accountant.

"The gap is too big. Even if we adjust the expenditures and income, we still can't make up for it."

“Listen, Ah Long,” Mo Jiang’s voice deepened, “tell me how much of the hole needs to be filled?”

The person on the other end of the phone said a number, a five-digit number.

"I'll fill this hole; I'll definitely fill it by next week. The billing is your responsibility. Make sure no one notices anything amiss with the accounts. Can you manage that?"

“No problem.” Ah Long’s voice carried a certain determination. “I’ve asked my roommates to call all the classes this week. I don’t need the usual fees. I’ll just adjust the income and expenses in the account this week.”

Ah Long knew very well that if this matter were exposed, he, as the accountant, would not have a good ending either.

"Okay, keep this to yourself for the next few days. Don't panic. I can handle this."

After reassuring Ah Long once again, Mo Jiang hung up the phone.

Mo Jiang knew the pressure A Long was under. The Hanfu Club's accounts were handled by the club president and the accountant together. If they were found out, the others might be fine, but the club president and the accountant would be finished.