Moshan carefully folded Edmure's signature and two apologies stamped with the family crest and put them in his pocket.

Duke Horst's old face, which had always been very calm, was slightly distorted.

Bachelor Weiman was very unhappy in his heart, he thought that he could be confused, but what he didn't expect was: Magic Mountain is literate!

Aristocratic literacy isn't a big deal, but Magic Mountain is an exception!

The illiterate nature of the Magic Mountain is as well known as his huge size!

But what dumbfounded Master Weiman was that the Magic Mountain knew every word he wrote, and proposed to change some of the words.

With two bandits standing behind him, Maester Weyman had to change some wording to make it more embarrassing for Sir Edmure!

Master Weiman glanced apologetically at his young master, Edmure, who was a good boy, but this time the loss was really a bit big.

Why do you want to take the initiative to provoke the Demon Mountain?

Maester Weiman grumbled inwardly.

Master Weiman put away the pen and paper, and with a light tap on the table with one hand, the magic mountain spoke: "Master Weiman, wait a minute!"

"Yes, Sir Gregor!" Weiman complied. He was unwavering in his adherence to the Duke of Horst's policy of 'doing as Sir Gregor asks him to do'.

"Duke Horst, Sir Edmure, the thousand horses you gave me were out of guilt for my humiliation, not out of immorality, didn't I?"

"Yes!" said Duke Horst.

"Hmph!" said Count Edmuel.

"Master Weyman, write it!"

"Write what?"

"The gift of a thousand horses to the Klegon cavalry by the Tully family was out of Count Edmu's guilt for humiliating my Magic Mountain, not forced by my Magic Mountain. Magic Mountain said. This kind of shameless remark is already very reasonable for Magic Mountain.

Master Weiman glanced at Edmure in embarrassment, and then at Duke Horst.

Edmure's face was decadent, without brilliance, and he did not speak or say anything, and Duke Horst nodded.

Soon, under the guidance of the Magic Mountain, a statement was written by Count Edmuthully, the same embarrassing in triplicate, and the same humiliating words were politely expressed by the Magic Mountain, and he said that this statement would also be sent to the king along with Edmus's apology.

Edmure's eyes were numb, and he looked unfocused at somewhere on the table.

The army of the vassals outside Riverrun had been ordered to withdraw, as it was requested by Lord Demon Mountain. But Edmure knew that his vassals were only a few miles away, and had not really withdrawn.

At this point, Edmure wanted to die, but if he just died, he wouldn't be able to swallow it.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret!

Magic Mountain folded the two declarations from Count Edmu again and put them in his underwear pocket, and gently pressed them with his hands.

Duke Horst and Master Weyman looked at the Magic Mountain, and the Magic Mountain felt that the Master Weiman and the Duke of Horst were a bit like two poor schoolchildren waiting for the teacher to say that class was over. He looked at Edmure again, and Edmure was like a broken jar that had been broken by his teacher. Anyway, that's it for Lao Tzu's grades, teacher, you look at it, please parents stand on the blackboard and write a review, whatever you want. Who is afraid of whom, is the turtle still afraid of the hammer?

"Bernie!" said the Magic Mountain.

"Yes, sir!"

"Go and get the bag of food that Sir Edmure has returned to us. ”

"Yes, Lord Moshan. ”

Duke Horst and Master Weiman are already accustomed to seeing Magic Mountain's subordinates also call him 'Lord Magic Mountain', things gather by like, people are divided into groups, and people who know etiquette and humility will not gather around a scum like Magic Mountain.

It's just, what else is going to happen to the Magic Mountain?

They can only wait!

Man is the butcher's knife, I am the fish! This feeling must not be next time!

Horst looked at Edmure and hoped that Edmure would learn from this tragic incident. Edmure was speechless at Duke Khorst's gaze. Duke Horst's expectations were like a scoop of cold water, and he himself was like a dead pig.

There is no reaction to the pig scalded to death in cold water!

Bernie brought a food bag.

After Edmure drove away the Demon Mountain in the Knee Stack, he threw the loot aside and reveled, not even checking the food bags of the Demon Mountain and the others. He and the children of the nobility were more concerned with wine and prostitutes.

Duke Horst and Master Weyman looked at this ordinary food bag, Magic Mountain is going to use this to ask for food?But think about it, what kind of person is Magic Mountain? He didn't kill Edmu Earl Duke Horst already wants to thank him.

"It's salt!" Magic Mountain stretched out his finger and dipped it in the salt, putting it to his lips and licking it, "It's delicious salt, Lord Duke, you can give it a try." ”

The Devil Mountain shoved the salt in front of the duke.

The Magic Mountain didn't open his mouth to ask for food!

The Duke breathed a sigh of relief, he smiled, looked at the bag of salt, and was stunned: the salt was very fine and very white. He stretched out his finger to try it, and the salt grains slipped from his fingers, as fine as sand and as white as snow.

It was a salt that the Duke had never seen before, as fine as a work of art.

"Bachelor, you can give it a try, too!" said Magic Mountain.

Bachelor Weiman's expression was already surprised, this bachelor was an honest man, and his emotions were all on his face. Magic Mountain knew that the Tully family was basically a good person, except for Lysa Tully. In this world of ice and fire, good people are destined to live short!

Master Weiman also slowly inserted his finger into the salt bag, and when his finger was raised, the salt grains slipped from between his fingers like sand, each one as white as snow. The bachelor and the duke tasted a little of this salt, and the mouth was salty and fragrant, without the faint bitterness and astringency of the salt to which they were accustomed to eating.

"Snow salt, unique to the West. Lord Duke, give us the right to salt. Or, Castle Rock and Rushing City team up, and everyone makes money together. Snow salt has no yellow particles and fine dregs in it, and there are no coarse particles like mineral salt, which is used to make vegetables and soups, which are delicious, and there will no longer be a faint bitterness and astringency in the vegetables and soups!"

"How to cooperate?" said Duke Horst at once expressed great interest.

Doing business is much more cost-effective than being directly robbed of a few thousand stones of grain by the Magic Mountain.

"You come to our western realm to buy snow salt, and then sell it to the nobles and people of the Riverlands. ”

"You made the snow salt?"

"Yes, Duke Tywin has already sold snow salt across the Narrow Sea. Duke, you have a lot of salt pools in the Riverlands, and we can also work together to produce snow salt. ”

"How to cooperate?"

Duke Horst tasted the snow salt again, and it tasted delicious without any bitterness.

"You are out of the salt pool, the technicians and miners are out of the west, and the sales profit of snow salt in the river is sixty percent in Rushing City and forty percent in the west. ”

"We're not going to work with Westside in the snow salt business. Edmure suddenly chimed in, "No business will cooperate." ”

Magic Mountain laughed: "The Riverside Avenue is the largest trade route between the Riverlands and Lanniport in the west, and Lanniport has long been the most important port for the export of grain, wine and fruits from the Riverlands. ”

"We'll go Seagull Town. Edmure said.

"Oh, well!" said the Magic Mountain, "Duke Horst, this bag of snow salt has been given to your old man. I had to talk to him about business and make money together, but since Count Edmuel disagrees, then we will talk about ransom according to the ancient rules of thousands of years between nobles. ”

"What ransom issue?" Edmure asked indignantly. In fact, he is not stupid enough to end the entanglement with the Magic Mountain in the form of business cooperation. This is a kind of business negotiation technique, saying that if you don't cooperate, you can only prescribe conditions that are more in line with your own interests in the future.

Edmure was moved at first sight of the snow salt, as a young nobleman who was very particular about food, he had never seen such a delicate and clear salt as beautiful jade.

"Duke Horst is in my hands, Sir Edmure, how many golden dragons do you want to redeem your father?" Magic Mountain said coldly, "I'll give you a reference price, I captured the heir of the Chariot family, Sir Adushalot, and they paid a thousand gold dragons to ransom Sir Adu." ”

Edmure chuckled in his heart, talking about business with a scumbag like Magic Mountain, any roundabout is superfluous! Looking at the momentum in Magic Mountain's eyes, the occasion for talking about business has become a ransom negotiation!

Ransom the city lord of Rushing City in Rushing City, this is really ridiculous! Only a scumbag like Magic Mountain can say and think about it!

Edmure has the heart to eat.

Facing the forced gaze of the magic mountain, he knew that he had to make an offer!

Must offer!

If you don't eat a toast, then let's have a drink at the penalty bar first!

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