A carriage was shaking on a spacious stone path. It was winter, and there was a thick layer of snow on both sides of the road. Fortunately, the snow on the stone path was only a thin layer, which allowed the carriage to move forward smoothly.

The driver who was driving the car was reluctant to swaying the horse whip in the air. A gust of cold wind blew towards him, making his face stiffer than the stones on the ground.

"Brother, I don't understand why you have to come to Sweden." The coachman complained, "It's cold and desolate. It's much more comfortable to find a city in the Almany Federation."

A man's voice came from the car: "Desolate? Look at the road beneath you. Even if there are four carriages in parallel, there are more than four carriages on the side of the road. There is snow on the side of the road, but there are not on the road, which means that there are many cars and horses coming and going here. If you look closely, this stone path is arc-shaped, obviously higher than the surrounding area, and there are drainage ditches on both sides, so there is no water accumulation on the road. Which city in Almany has seen such a road? I think even the Ile-de-France is a rural town compared to this place."

These two are brothers. The one who drove the carriage was his younger brother, named Balar; the one who sat in the carriage was his older brother, named Ural. Not long ago, they were still doing stealing chickens and dogs in Almani. However, Ural knew that this kind of business was not a long time. After having a small savings, he discussed with his younger brother for a while, and finally decided to wash his hands and do a serious business.

Balar looked around for a while: "It's true. When did these pirates have such technology and financial resources?"

"Don't underestimate them. One-third of the sulfamides circulating on the market are from Sweden. Although the formula of this thing is public, only skilled alchemists can successfully make it. Most of the alchemists are liars. After the island Republic disappeared, only Sweden now has a formal alchemist academy. Now major chambers of commerce around the world are rushing to ask for graduates from the academies, and the annual salary is at least thirty Nomisma!"

"So much?" Baral stuck out his tongue, "If we were to get this salary, what kind of thing should we steal!"

"This is still the price now. The Black Death is spreading more and more widely. I heard that there are patients in the Tianfang Empire. The demand for sulfonamide will only increase in the future. I calculated roughly and found that our savings are enough for us to graduate from the college. By then, we will no longer be thieves, but serious alchemists!"

"Brother, do you want to go to school? Can the school accept us?" said Baral. "When the Island Republic was still there, the Alchemy Academy heard that it was very difficult to enter, and many alchemists were turned away."

"No problem, I've already inquired about it. Foreigners can enter the school by just giving money. The Alchemy Academy in the Island Republic is used to communicate with alchemists who have entered the industry. Even if we enter, we can't learn anything. This is taught in Sweden from the basics. We may not be able to enter the advanced and intermediate classes, but as long as we graduate from the junior class, it's okay to create a sulfonamide."

Balar suddenly felt energetic: "If you can really get thirty nomisma every year, you can freeze for a few years! I can also endure hardships. Brother, please sit firmly, I will speed up!"

If you have a goal, you will have motivation. Looking back on the days when you were frightened when you were a thief, and imagine the bright future after becoming an alchemist. Balar's hand whip became powerful.

Just as the carriage was galloping, a girl's energetic voice suddenly came from the bushes on the side of the road: "Where do you want to escape? Give up the loss!"

Just hearing this sentence, the girl seemed to be fighting someone. But Balar and Ural did not hear any other people's voices, nor did they hear the collision of weapons. Only a sheep was bleating. Soon, the sheep rushed out of the bushes by the roadside, and then the girl rushed out of the bushes, hugged the sheep's back, and fought with it.

Baral hurriedly stopped the horse. He saw the girl use this pounce to turn the sheep to the ground, but soon the sheep pulled the girl up again. The girl was unwilling to give up, gritting her teeth, and using the strength to feed her breasts, turning the sheep to the ground again. But the sheep was not willing to give up, and screaming "bleat", using the strength to eat grass, and then turned the body back. Both sides just overturned and got up, rolling like a ball on the road.

Balar was stunned for a moment and didn't know whether this group of northern barbarians were strong or Ferra was unbearable. If the people were strong, even such a little girl dared to go out to hunt alone. If Ferra was unbearable, who could deal with a sheep so hard?

Ural poked his head out of the carriage, and when he saw it, he couldn't help but whistle: "This sheep is good, I saved money for dinner tonight. Balar, do it!"

Balar nodded and took out a flying knife from the back of the seat. As the sheep stood up again, he quickly threw the flying knife towards the sheep's head. Although the flying knife was small, Balar was a "self-level" magician, protected by Aresga. With the help of magic, the flying knife was completely penetrated into the sheep's head. The sheep's body immediately fell to the ground and could no longer get up.

Unexpectedly, the girl exclaimed: "My sheep!" She lay on the sheep and grabbed the sheep's head for a long time. After confirming that the sheep was no longer saved, she stood up angrily and shouted at Balar and Ural: "Why do you want to kill my sheep?"

"Your sheep? How do you prove it?" Ural shrugged, "It stood by the roadside, neither in the sheep pen, nor on its neck, nor on its neck, and did not even listen to you. Now that he has been killed by us, isn't that ours?"

"Of course it's my sheep!" The girl raised a sheep's hooves to show to Ural, "Look, my name is written on it! You pay me money!"

"I'm illiterate, get out of here." Balar pushed the girl away, carried the sheep and put it on the carriage. The girl ran over to stop it, but Balar pushed it casually and the girl fell to the ground.

By the time the girl got up, Balar had already loaded the sheep onto the carriage and left with a whip.

"You are robbing!" The girl hid her feet angrily behind the carriage, "If you have the ability, go to Gotland and wait! After I get the crowbar, I will definitely use swordsmanship to knock you down and beg for mercy!"

Baral couldn't help laughing: "Brother, she said she would beat us until she knelt down and beg for mercy."

"Don't pay attention to her." Ural lifted the hoof of the sheep loaded on the carriage and looked at the words on it carefully, "It really is the words. Although I can't understand what it is written, it is probably the girl's sheep."

"Then what should we do? Return it to her?" asked Balal. He still remembered that Ural said he wanted to wash his hands not long ago.

But Ural shook his head: "No, just treat it as the last vote. After that, you have to be a good person."
Chapter completed!