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Chapter 34: Advantages of Era 034_1 Chapter 34: Advantages of Era 034_1 “First, let’s have breakfast…”

Casio glanced at the white petals on the ground and then strolled along the Camphor road. A fragrant aroma wafted over from a distance.

On the north side of Banner Street, there were many breakfast shops on either side of the street.

The cast iron gates were already up, and the shop owners and their helpers were preparing hot food, such as grilled meat sandwiches, oatmeal porridge, sausages, and bacon, among other things. Some bakeries by the side of the breakfast shops had also already opened, with customers coming and going.

The air was permeated with the fresh aroma of baked bread.

The physical exertion of practicing Secret Martial Art meant that Casio naturally had a big appetite. He ordered a bowl of oatmeal porridge, three grilled sausages, and two grilled meat-and-vegetable sandwiches, which he finished in a few bites.

Next to a camphor tree, under the scattered golden spots, Casio held a stack of newspapers in his left hand, wrapping his freshly cooked Fried Fish Chips. In his right hand, he held a cup of hot milk.

“It smells quite good…” He lowered his head to look at the golden fries. Just as he was about to eat, Casio suddenly realized.

His wound had not healed, so it would be best not to eat seafood.

Despite the disappointment, he had no choice. He threw his head back to finish his milk, then headed towards the distant pharmacy.

On his way, passing by Purple Lake Park, Casio left the Fried Fish Chips on a black bench. If the park janitors didn’t clean it, a tramp would probably take it.

“Ding, ding, ding…”

A series of clear bell sounds came from ahead. It turned out to be a postman riding a bicycle with a wind hat on. He wore a striking blue uniform, and slung across his waist was a diagonal bag, which was greenish-blue.

The bag contained mail from afar.

“Ding ding ding…” Casio and the postman passed by each other.

He spent a full ten thousand Federal Coins that morning. Indeed, practicing martial arts required a significant amount of money. If he were truly poor, without any financial support, he probably wouldn’t even be able to get started.

At half-past eleven, Casio carried two large bags over his shoulders back to Jessica’s apartment. Each bag was swollen, almost the size of a child, weighing about fifty kilos.

Without some strength, it would be impossible to carry these bags that far.

After closing the door with a creak, Casio put down the bags.

Thump! Thump!

Unrolling the tops of the bags, he took out several packets of medicinal materials wrapped in newspaper. Strong medicinal scents immediately wafted throughout the room. Half an hour later, Casio finally stood up straight.

To his right were large pieces of packaged medicine bags, each representing the amount of medicinal bath needed for one use. On his left were piles of medicinal materials of varying sizes mixed together.

Those were for making medicinal paste, which could be stored for a long time.

They were generally stored in bottles for convenience of carrying.

In terms of training methods, of course, daily medicinal baths are most effective, provided you have money. Because medicinal baths inevitably waste herbs, and the number of wasted herbs are quite significant.

On the other hand, medicinal paste is not wasteful, can be carried around, and prepared in advance. The only drawback is that the effectiveness of training is not as high. Which one to choose is entirely up to individuals from the Wind Elephant Gate.

The Gate typically only provides the medicinal paste dosage for each month.

Of course, times are different now. The Hong Li Federation of seventy years ago and the Hong Li Federation of today are clearly not the same.

With the rapid technological advancement, many previously rare and valuable medicinal materials have now become commonplace. Moreover, with the revolutionary development of transportation and corresponding tools, the cost of transporting medicinal materials has greatly reduced. The sources of medicinal materials have expanded from a single country to the entire Hong Li Federation, or even all countries along the shipping routes.

Casio glanced at the seventy or eighty bags of medicinal bath ingredients lying at his feet and nodded with satisfaction. They should last about three months.

Even the son of the Gate Master of the Wind Elephant couldn’t dare to dream of having a medicinal bath every day. After all, the production of the medicinal bath must contain specific ingredients, which are tied to the rarest herbs. One of these herbs is the Orchid Heart Grass, which used to be produced in only two places in North Flow Country.

Conversely, seventy years later, the Star Blue Empire in Star Blue Continent had a province that was full of this medicinal herb. Round after round of ships transported it to the Hong Li Federation, the price was low if not cheap.

The price of Orchid Heart Grass was even cheaper than other medicinal materials.

Such was the advantage of time.

Starting from twelve o’clock, continuing to one-thirty in the afternoon, Casio was preparing medicinal paste needed for Elephant Soul Secret Technique. The intense burned and medicinal smells slowly floated into the sky from the window.

Luckily, he lived on the top floor of Jessica’s apartment, with no neighbors above, otherwise, Casio would have been likely reported for it.

The smell of boiling medicine was too strong. He couldn’t stand it himself.

“Never mind three to four months, even if it is six months to a year, it would be enough.” Casio put two diamond-shape glass bottles the size of an average human’s head in the cabinet, filled with black medicinal paste.

This medicinal paste couldn’t be used as of now; it needed to be sealed and fermented for a week. When it emits a smell like river silt, it can be used by applying. By then, Casio would distribute this large amount into many small bottles for emergency use. For now, they would be stored here.

He walked briskly into the living room, putting all these medicinal materials back into the large bag, and finally, put the bag in a cool and dry place.

After finishing all this, Casio took a cold shower.

Five minutes later, in front of the mirror, he looked at his right forearm. All the scabs on the wound had fallen off, only a white line was left, which was the new skin growing out.

As he practiced Secret Martial Art, his healing ability seemed to be much stronger than average people, at least his minor injuries healed faster.

After drying his body and getting dressed.

Pulling the curtain to one side, a black rope was tied up. The medicinal smell in the room was too strong, and it probably wouldn’t disperse even in an afternoon.

When he opened the door, Casio picked up the black wide-brimmed hat from the coat rack, then he turned the cold metal handle and walked out.

Descending down the stairs and turning right, he arrived at Camphor road. Some vendors were moving their stalls, after lunch and before dinner they would return.

Casio glanced at the buildings opposite. Most of them were grey-white Victorian-style buildings. There were pointed gables above the bay windows, and the surface was decorated with carved or lace contours.

The walls were red brick, with a lot of decorative carvings at the edges.

All along the way, the exterior of the residences here were installed with iron railings, each with a metal decorative plate on the shoulders of the railings.

Inside were decorated trees with colored ribbons.

Naturally, the owners of these residences were not poor, nor were they wealthy merchants like the Hudson family. They were the middle class, those with decent jobs, financially well-off, the elites of society.

At least in Baichuan City, they were considered elites in their respective industries.

Stopping a horse carriage casually along the roadside, Casio left Banner Street. About ten minutes later, he reached a crossroad platform.

He paid the fare and stepped down from the horse carriage.