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Feudal Trader

What if an option trader from a South America country was transmigrated to a fantastical world? And if this period was ruled not by the political and military strong, but the most magical proficients? What if gods and goddess were not only worshiped but also provided gifts and blessings to their people, as well as curses? These questions baffled the mind of Rufus, our trader daydreamer, his nerd background and vast tabletop RPG experience always induced him into thinking of new worlds and how they could develop. However, this time, the conceptual world that inhabits his thoughts is his new home. “Should I be happy? Angry? Why was I chosen to do that?” Follow our trader into his new pavement job of introducing modern concepts to a fantastical feudal country.

LazyBarbarian · Fantasy
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57 Chs

Rescue Mission

Before starting our rescue mission, I was embarrassed, but I told Lady Mystral that my riding skills were subpar. However, she was caring enough to request a more easily manageable warhorse from the stable master. We were going to leave with 30 soldiers. I didn't have an accurate grasp of the garrison of the city, but I could avoid the question, "Is it alright to leave the city with so many people?"

"Our forces are composed of two hundred men; fifty of them are full-time guards; the others were conscripts that were working temporarily and took turns between farm jobs and protecting the law."

I thought that organization to be awfully not only ineffective but counterproductive, inducing the opposite of the overspecialization issue. This is another mental note that I should address in the future. Being too generalist is nice from an individual perspective, but highly detrimental to economic growth.

"Sir Rufus, I have another question for you."