Renard didn't expect the other party to agree so happily, in fact, he was ready to bleed.

However, the real situation was far beyond expectations, and he just drew a big pie, and he easily got the support of the other party.

Unlikely!

Then he quickly remembered his oath, which was the most important thing in the world, and although he never scoffed at it, it did not prevent others from treating it as a treasure.

Well, if the other party can really pull himself at a critical moment, then it is okay for him to open up a piece of land for the other party to use as a station, anyway, the surrounding area of Fort Saint-Brieux is full of wasteland.

What if he breaks his promise? What will the ancestors of his Duncan family do about him?

Some people may think that it is unbelievable to gain the friendship of a powerful mercenary group with a single piece of land, in fact, Renard still feels that he is at a loss, after all, each nobleman's fief is limited.

If he really classified a certain part of the territory as the garrison of the Blood Knight Mercenary Regiment, it would be equivalent to the other party having absolute control over the land, which would remain unchanged for generations.

Think about it, what is more valuable than a piece of land that has belonged to you for generations?

Compared with the previous indifference, old Walker can now be described as enthusiastic, serving tea and pouring water, and very diligent.

Finally, he rubbed his hands together and asked cautiously: "If you don't mind, I want to know how much land you are going to carve out, don't get me wrong, I just want to have an explanation with the head of the group." ”

Renard touched his chin and thought for a long time, then pointed his finger at the water and drew a large circle on the table: "There is a mound on the west side of Fort Saint-Brieu, about twenty acres in area, what do you think of it?" ”

That mound was where he had been assassinated, and he had observed it, a route for adventurers and caravans, and the place where the natives were most numerous.

"It seems to be a little far from Fort Saint-Brieu. Old Walker laughed and said, "And it's a little smaller." ”

Renard took a deep breath and then spoke his opinion: "Far away, I don't think so, it's only five kilometers from here, less than ten kilometers from the Ambrizette Mountains, it's just right, and it's condescending, it's only fitting to set up a mercenary camp. ”

He took a sip of tea and continued: "And you are just setting up a camp, twenty acres is more than enough, don't expect too much, that is not good." ”

Without waiting for old Walker to retort, Renard added again: "It's a necessary route for caravanserans, and it's very convenient to trade back and forth, isn't it?"

"But......," said old Walker, wanted to say something.

Renard immediately raised his hand to interrupt him: "If you are willing to pay a high transaction tax, I don't mind opening up a piece of land around Fort Saint-Brieu, of course, the area will be smaller, about five or six acres." ”

Old Walker immediately closed his mouth when he heard this, and his eyes were rolling, obviously calculating the gains and losses.

Renard was not in a hurry, took a sip of tea gently, and quietly waited for the answer.

After a long time, Old Walker looked embarrassed, and obviously wanted to struggle for a while: "If Young Master Gilbert gets the position of heir, we may be able to get more." ”

Hearing this, Renard's face instantly became gloomy, and he asked in a stern tone, "Are you threatening me?"

Old Walker immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly defended: "No, no, no!

Renard didn't bother to listen to the other party's explanation, and said bluntly: "The pressure you have to face to help Gilbert is not the same as helping me, you know, I am the only legitimate heir to Fort St. Brieu, he is just a mongrel." ”

Old Walker nodded hurriedly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, somehow, when he just faced the angry Renard, he suddenly thought of the appearance of the regiment commander when he was angry, the same domineering inviolable.

After a long time, Renard suppressed the anger in his heart: "Now let's talk about what your Blood Knight Mercenary Group can give me." ”

His attitude is very obvious, this is the final price, and there is no way to change it.

Old Walker sighed a little helplessly: "It depends on what you need." ”

Renard pondered for a moment, and the answer quickly came to his mind: "Money and people, this may be all you can offer." ”

Old Walker tilted his head undeniably, and continued: "There must always be a ceiling, after all, we can't make a losing deal." ”

"Two hundred gold coins. Renard held up two fingers: "Then you will provide me with two hundred gold coins free of charge, as for the manpower, I heard that the daughter of your head is very beautiful." ”

Without waiting for old Walker to be angry, he hurriedly changed his words: "I'm just asking." ”

"Well, that's for now. Renard got up and stretched hard, "That day may be far away, but it's just enough time for us to slowly cultivate friendship, isn't it?" ”

Old Walker owes himself: "The Blood Knight Mercenary Group is very willing to make such a deal, but in the process of cooperating with others in the past, we often lose all our money, I just hope that this time it will not." ”

"Rest assured, I have confidence in myself, and you should have faith in me too. Renard tilted his head like a haughty goose.

Seeing this, Old Walker secretly pouted, and only felt that it was better not to waste this investment.

After the negotiation, Renard left the store with a figure-eight step.

Old Walker, on the other hand, quickly packed up his things, closed the shop, and hurried to the city of plenty overnight, which was a large deal after all, and although it had not yet been implemented, it was not something he could call the shots on his own.

When Renard returned to the castle, the sun had just set, and there were no dogs around him, and he felt uncomfortable, and he really felt alone.

Fortunately, there was a beautiful woman Serena to accompany him, which calmed his lonely heart a little.

Dinner was as simple as ever, grilled steak, smoked sausages, mashed potatoes, vegetable salad, plus a glass of inferior wine.

Because he had been so busy lately that he had forgotten about teaching the cook, and now that he was leaving, his ambition to improve the food at Fort Saint-Brieu could only be put on hold for the time being.

After dinner, it was completely dark, and the otherwise noisy castle of Saint-Brieux fell into complete silence.

Because of poverty and backwardness, there are no entertainment facilities here, so burying one's head in making babies has become the only entertainment project.

Renard was waiting restlessly, wondering if the girl would be too shy to come.

However, he underestimated the openness of the world, and likewise underestimated Serena's audacity.

Late at night, Serena appeared in his room in a sexy black silk nightgown, and under the flickering candlelight, she faded away from her usual shyness and became beautiful and seductive.