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In the distance, a beautiful medium-sized sloop was moored in the sea, and Ingvar stood at the bow, pulling the bumping horn of the bow and raising his head to look out onto the shore.

There were a lot of people gathered on the shore, but there was no noise at all, and everyone was busy in an orderly and orderly manner.

From time to time, naked slaves carried baskets of cassava and dried meat from the cliffs, some of which contained fresh fruit, which Thor had ordered to be picked overnight in the forest.

Since no one in the tribe had experience in long-distance sailing, and the limited number of people who could handle the ship were Paladin and Ingvar, Morey probably knew a little, but could not command the ship, so the task of sailing to Worms fell on the dwarf Ingvar.

When Barria was first captured, Ingvar often led people to practice manoeuvring the ship offshore, so he can now command it.

Saul summoned Pompeii, Kaziba, Tula, Bertha and others to discuss it last night, and immediately decided who to go to Worms.

Naturally, Kratos was going without a doubt, and as the strongest warrior in the tribe or even in the entire Desert, there was no reason why Thor should not take him with him.

The rest of the people made Thor feel entangled, there were still a lot of affairs to be arranged in the tribe, and there were few people who could handle things, simply put, there was a serious shortage of talents, and there were only a few people with leadership skills.

Therefore, in order to ensure the normal development of the tribe, Thor naturally cannot destroy the existing operation, so Diana must not go, and as the other most important person in the Agricultural Bureau, Morey's stay has also become a problem.

On the one hand, he was the one who knew Wotan and Worms best, but on the other hand, he was equally indispensable to the Sothians of Cliff Point, and he was responsible for a large number of things.

In terms of defense, the Sothians have swept away most of the savage tribes around the tribe, and there are dwarves and dire wolves in the tribe, and although the other civilians are untrained, the barbarians have always been soldiers and do not need to worry too much.

But there must always be a leader who can command, arrange patrols, and guard to protect the day-to-day security, so that Blacktooth and Pompeii are also excluded.

Although Bertha strongly requested to go to Worms with Brother Thor, Diana really lacked helpers around her, and taking Morey was already the limit, and Thor really couldn't take anyone else, so she had to refuse.

The little girl was sullen all night, but it was Diana who pulled her back to talk about the work to be done tomorrow, which distracted Bertha.

In the end, Thor decided to take only Kratos and Morey, as well as twenty-five wolf cavalry warriors and twenty slaves, to Worms.

The hustle and bustle on the beach is preparing for Saul's voyage.

Fearing that Ingvar would get lost at sea or encounter a storm or other disaster, Diana specially instructed to prepare food for the double route, which Thor was very touched by when the tribe was overstocked.

"Whew-huh-" Several more slaves came down from the hillside carrying things, the first two dragging a large rectangular iron box, and the next few carrying four large wooden boxes.

"Okay, let me see—" Thor stepped forward, Blacktooth stopped a few slaves, and opened the first large iron box, which was filled with golden light, and round gold coins with rose motifs lay quietly in the box, quiet but seductive, as if to arouse the desire for shiny things that lurked in the depths of the human heart.

Nodding, Thor, who confirmed that it was correct, waved his hand again, motioned for Blacktooth to close the box, and then beckoned the two slaves to lift the box again with great vigor and came to a small wooden boat parked on the shore.

Seven small wooden boats were plying the galleons and the shores of Cliff Point, and the slaves on board were constantly carrying all the supplies they needed, and Thor promised that the twenty slaves who followed him to Worms would be redeemed from their masters at the expense of the Agricultural Bureau upon their return, and they would be promoted to the rank of freemen.

The slaves were motivated, and because the sea under the cliff was mostly sandy, there was no harbor for sailing ships, and there were many reefs in the depths, it was only at night when the tide rose that the sea did not cross the beach to keep the sailing ships close to the shore.

During the day, Thor had to use the small boats that were originally equipped on galleons for pirates to raid and harass, albeit at a slower pace, to avoid the danger of running aground.

"Lord Thor, that's all the soap the tribe makes. Diana went to four large wooden boxes, which had been made overnight, to hold the most important soaps.

"Uh-huh" Thor stroked the boxes lightly, he knew that there were eight hundred pieces of soap here, which was the most important material for the voyage besides the five hundred golden roses, and the most important purpose of the trip.

"Have you figured out how much each piece will sell for?" Diana was a little worried, if the soap could not be sold, or could not be sold for money, how much food could be bought back with five hundred gold coins alone, I am afraid it would be difficult to support the long-term development of the tribe.

Thor frowned, looked at Morey, who was standing beside him, and said slowly: "If 5 silver roses are together, these 800 pieces of soap can be sold for 200 golden roses - I don't know how much grain this can be exchanged for?"

Morey crossed his hands over his chest, the sea breeze blowing his not-so-long yellow beard, squinted his eyes and whispered to Saul:

"It's been a long time since I've heard from Worms, and I don't know what the grain market is there right now. The wrinkles on his forehead were squeezed into thin lines of varying shades, protruding like layers of cliffs on a mountain cliff.

The old man recalled: "But according to the previous years, a ton of wheat should be about a golden rose. ”

"Can you only buy a ton of golden roses?" Thor smiled bitterly, slightly disappointed in his heart, he thought he could buy a little more.

Although it sounds like a lot, Morey's words still make Thor feel troublesome, according to his inference, if the wheat here is similar to his previous life, the barbarians in the tribe now have to eat at least 500 catties a year.

In other words, one golden rose is only enough for four people to eat for a year, which is still the minimum, and the entire tribe has nearly two thousand people.

A year's worth of wheat in the tribe alone would have eaten up all the treasure he had received from Barya, a full five hundred gold coins!

This is only food, if you count the meat that the dire wolves need, Thor couldn't imagine it, he forced himself to calm down, and tried to ask Morey again:

"How much does the meat cost?"

Morey seemed to have guessed Saul's thoughts, and I don't know if he laughed bitterly at Saul, sighed and told him:

"Lord Thor, meat is going to be more expensive, a ton of pork used to sell for 10 golden roses in Worms......"

Thor's face turned completely black, it is not easy to make money, a dire wolf can eat at least nearly 1 ton of meat a year, and there may be close to 200 in the tribe to raise him soon......

He hardly dared to calculate that if he bought food from Worms alone, he would be able to impoverish the entire tribe in a year.

"Nome, it's almost ready—" Blacktooth finally interrupted Thor's imagination, and he got up to look back to see that the other small wooden boats had already headed towards the sailboat with the last of the people and food, and only one small boat was still waiting for him to get aboard with Morey and Kratos.

"Well, then I'm leaving......" his gaze swept over Diana, Blacktooth, Kaziba, Tula, Bertha, Pompeii, and Paladin, and without giving them time to hold back or give up, Thor resolutely turned and walked towards the small wooden boat.

He knew that he couldn't hesitate, the future of these people in front of him and even the future of all the clansmen living on the cliff corner had been pinned on him, in order to survive, he couldn't hesitate for a moment, he could only go all the way.

Straddling the side of the wooden boat and stepping on the middle of the boat, the two slaves rowed desperately with their oars, and Thor looked at the shore that was gradually getting smaller and turned into a black line, and couldn't help muttering:

"Let's hope those dire wolves don't get seasick......"