Thirty tonnes of unsalable grapes were sold from the farm in Hillsbrad to a nearby winery for one hundred and eighty gold coins, and after a process of maceration, separation, juice and fermentation, the thirty tons of grapes were turned into fifteen tons of new wine, which were packed in three hundred large roasted oak barrels, which were then wholesaled to the merchants waiting outside the winery at a price of one gold and thirty-five silver coins each.

    Normally, small merchants would buy one or two barrels of wine, load them in their wagons, and transport them to taverns in nearby towns to sell, but this time, the three hundred barrels of new wine and some old wine were all bought by some whimsical fellow.

    This guy from the south wanted to transport them all to the capital of the kingdom of Lordaeron in order to make a huge difference, and he hired nearly a hundred wagons and huge convoys to transport the goods all the way to Dalaran.

    Although the city of Lordaeron can be reached by land from the Guò Silver Pine Forest, the path in the forest is not easy to follow, the distance is much farther away, and it leads to the territory of Guò Gilness, a country with high tariffs on alcohol in transit.

    Lordamere Lake became the best choice for freight, and the whimsical southern merchant transported hundreds of barrels of his wine to the Laran wharf, rented an expensive warehouse, and wandered around the wharf, hoping to find a merchant ship large enough to hire the owner to help him deliver the goods for a few dozen gold coins.

    Dalaran Pier is full of flat-bottomed boats, most of which don't even have cabins, let alone large warehouses that can hold dozens of tons of cargo.

     Lake Lordamir is thriving. The merchant had thought that this place was like his hometown, with the port full of three-masted galleons...... But it didn't matter much, and he began to contact the small boat owners. It is hoped that a fleet will be formed to transport his cargo.

    However, the shipowners refused to negotiate with the merchants - Lordaeron, which had lost its king, was thrown into chaos, and many desperate people started businesses on the lake that did not require capital, and the shipowners were now only willing to sail in the waters of Dalaran to deliver some necessities and tools to the seven islands.

    A handful of shipowners who were willing to take the risk offered high prices that were unaffordable for merchants - even when the number of ships heading north could be greatly increased.

    The merchant and his goods were trapped in Dalaran, and as the days passed, he could not wait any longer. He had to sell off his inventory and return the gold coins in order to pay the increasingly terrible interest on the loan.

    Dalaran is a huge and bustling city. Naturally, he could digest a huge amount of liquor, but the merchant from the south had just arrived, and he had not yet established a business reputation and sales channels, even if he had lowered the price to the point where he could barely maintain the cost. His wine is also rarely appreciated...... Local wine merchants have their own sources of goods, and Dalaran, which is adjacent to Hillsbrad, doesn't need to worry about supply.

    While the merchant was busy selling his goods to the tavern owners in the city, and it took a day to sell a barrel or two of old wine, a three-masted merchant ship sailed into the harbor in the evening.

    In the merchant's hometown, a ship of more than two hundred tons could only be called a small boat, but when he stood in the harbor and looked up at the black hole of the gun of the sailing ship named Roca, he felt as if she were bigger than a thousand-ton warship—and when the people on board landed in the dinghy, he could not wait to jump on the pontoon and wave at them.

    "Let's let, human. ”

    Goblin with a three-cornered hat jumps off the ship. A human boy and a dwarf followed him, "Hammer, go to the blacksmith and buy some weapons." I heard it when I came here, and it's not very quiet in the north...... Although I don't think anyone would dare to provoke our twelve-door cuties. ”

    "Captain, I don't call it a hammer. ”

    The dwarf's big bearded mouth moved, and in a dull voice, he said, "My name is ......"

    "Whatever you call the hammer, go!"

    Sinbad straightened the brim of his hat, in his opinion. Anyway, the dwarf always had the word 'hammer' in his name, and he waved his hand at the human boy behind him. "Tom, let's inquire where the hapless ones are selling cheap goods, and I'm going to let the ship's lady know how wise it is to hire me...... Whether it's sailing, artillery battles, or trading, my experience points are full of stars. ”

    "Mr. Captain, my name is William......"

    " Shut up, Charlie. ”

    " is the captain. ”

    ……

    The captain of the other side was actually a goblin, and the merchant from the south hesitated, knowing that the first rule of doing business in an unfamiliar place was to never cooperate with a goblin...... He followed behind the goblin to take another look.

    Sinbad walked around the cargo docks, fishing gear, timber, improvised tools and coarse crystal ore, all of which were not suitable for trafficking to Lordaeron, but there were some good iron ores, but unfortunately they were too few in quantity.

    "Sir, are you going to Lordaeron?"

    The merchant finally couldn't hold it anymore and came up to ask Sinbad, and after seeing the latter nod, he said: "I have a lot of wine, nearly four hundred barrels, maybe we can cooperate ......"

    He was no longer willing to sell his goods, but wanted to hire the three-masted galleon in the port.

    Sinbad looked the merchant up and down a few times, he beckoned to William, who bent down and whispered, and then raised his voice again, "Go Charles, I'm going to go with this gentleman to see his goods, and come to me as soon as I'm done." ”

    The young man glanced at the merchant, nodded, and ran away.

    Leaving the noisy cargo dock, Sinbad followed the merchant to the warehouse area a little farther away, and when he saw the large barrels piled up in the warehouse, he walked up and put his ear close to the barrels, knocking and sniffing, as if inspecting the goods.

    "I want to hire your ship, Mr. Captain, to deliver me and my cargo safely to the city of Lordaeron, and I will pay you a hundred gold coins, thirty in advance, and seventy in the future. ”

    The merchant brought a small wooden barrel to the table, unscrewed the lid and poured two glasses of wine, and handed one of them to the goblin, "I see your ship, which can sail at ten knots when the wind is downwind...... It only takes less than three days to earn a hundred gold coins, which is a good deal. ”

    "I'm sorry, the boat isn't mine, I'm just a poor old goblin. ”

    Sinbad drank the wine from his glass, and without giving a positive answer, he began to talk about his past adventures, "I used to have my own ship, I sailed everywhere, and I dreamed of building a fleet of my own...... Misfortune struck, and I got into trouble with the trade kings of Zangar, and all four of my galleons were sunk in a battle of no honor. ”

    Noticing the dust gathering in the warehouse, Sinbad smiled, and he stretched out the hook in his hand and shook it at the merchant, "My hand was also lost in that battle. ”

    The merchant didn't want to listen to the goblin in front of him, he just wanted to make a deal quickly, and if he set off now, he still had to make money.

    Just as he was about to add the shipping fee to one hundred and twenty gold coins, William knocked on the door of the warehouse. (To be continued)

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