The residential area in the southwest of the city of Solburg has been empty due to years of war, and the outpost directly occupied five or six stone houses next to each other as barracks after entering Solburg. 77dus

A mansion left by a fugitive Provençal merchant was arranged by the baggage officer Spencer to Yate as a commander's barracks, and the mansion that had been looted countless times was empty, but Spencer didn't know where to get some reclining chairs and exquisite furniture to send here to arrange, and was so messed up by Spencer, it still feels like a rich businessman's life here.

Art was lying on a chaise longue in front of the fireplace, chatting with the caravan steward with a wine glass, a rare leisurely time.

"Sarthe, have you delivered anything for Viscount Berrion?" Art shook the delicious wine in his glass and gently touched it with Salter's.

"My lord, the man who delivered the things has returned, and Lord Berrion has sent a message back to say that he appreciates your generosity, and that he will remember the name Atwood Wells." Salter, who was sitting on the wooden chair, replied with a relaxed face, he was also busy enough during this time, and it would be good to be able to sit down and rest in his busy schedule.

"In addition, Lord Berrion has promised to ask the court of Provence for permission to trade in southern goods on our behalf when the war has eased a little, so that you can rest assured." With that, Salter leaned forward slightly.

"Well, your caravan will have to contact Viscount Berion more in the future, and if Viscount Berion needs the caravan to do anything, even if it is a little loss of money, you must do your best. The Viscount of Berrion has become an upstart in the court of Provence, and whether we can gain a foothold in the southern goods market of Provence after the end of the war depends on the help of the Viscount of Berion.

"My lord, I understand this truth, and I will manage my relationship with Lord Berion with my heart. There is one more thing you need to decide. Salter lowered his glass.

"You say."

"At the beginning of last month, the Steward of the Northern Caravan Lawrence sent a letter saying that Baron Antaas of Fort Andermatt also wanted to join us in the southern goods trade. You have been fighting in the south for the past few months, and the Baron of Antaas has sent someone to the steward of Lawrence, asking him to bring you a letter that the Baron Antaas wants to buy some southern goods from us and sell them to the eastern border of the Count of Burgundy through Fort Andermatt. ”

Art picked up his glass and stood up from the chaise longue and replied, "Cooper also told him about it in his letter, and Baron Antayas also sent someone to find him. ”

"What do you think?" Art walked over to Salter and asked.

Sarter quickly got up from his chair and replied, "I think you can consider letting Baron Antayas join us, after all, he has made it clear that he will only take the Andermatt Castle line to transport southern goods from the southeastern mountains of Burgundy to the eastern border of Burgundy, and this route does not conflict with the southern goods trade route we operate." And it's better to let your friends get a piece of the southern trade than to have the profiteers of the North make all the money from the East. However, I am afraid that Baron Antaas will not be able to successfully open up the southern goods market in the east. ”

Salter then explained: "However, Baron Antayas is also a baron of the border town, and he also has an army under his command, so he is not afraid of bandits along the way, and besides, he has found us, which means that he has found a way to open up the trade routes and markets." My lord, if Baron Antayas can really open up the trade route from the southeast to the east, then we will have an additional channel for the sale of goods from the south, which can be regarded as a mutually beneficial and win-win thing. As long as we have a firm grasp of the supply of goods from the southern trade, Baron Antayas will always be our friend. ”

Art stood in front of the fireplace and shook his glass in thought for a moment, and then said to Salter: "When you go back, tell Baron Antayas that I am willing to let my friends get a piece of the pie." Moreover, in the first six months, the money for the goods we sold to him can be paid after he sells them, and if the southern goods cannot be sold, they can be returned to us. And the price of the goods sold to Baron Antayas in the future was one percent lower than that of others. ”

After saying this, Art added, "Now that Baron Antayas should be short of money, you can tell him that I am willing to give him 20,000 pfennigh as the foundation money to open up that trade route." But in return, I have to own a fifth of the trade road, and when I make money later, I have to take a cut of it. ”

Salter's eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to put his wine glass against Art's, "My lord, a wise move!" ”

"This matter is settled, after you return north this time, you will personally go to Fort Andermatt to discuss this matter with Baron Antayas." Art commanded.

"By the way, after the capture of Thorburg this time, I recruited a group of craftsmen and workshop workers, and they were temporarily placed under the management of the baggage team. These people have been enslaved by the Lombards for several years, and they are willing to go to the valley to do things for me after I told them about the good life of the knights of the valley, and you will bring them back to the valley when you return north. Tell Cooper that these people are rare talents, and let Cooper make good use of them. ”

Salt's head should be down.

"There's one more thing I have to tell you. Recently, the people of the Dean family have been too quiet, this is very abnormal, and a wolf-like wealthy businessman like old Dean is not so easy to defeat. I suspect that the people of the Dean family are holding back the bad~" Salter had some inexplicable ominous feelings about the recent quiet of the Dean family.

"Did our Hawkeye in the Northland detect any movement in the Dean family?" Art asked.

"I haven't found out if anything has happened to the Deans, but there is news from Besançon that the situation at the court of the Count of Burgundy has been quite delicate in recent months. Rumor has it that the Marquis of Ivrea is already weakened, and that the toddler Robert is about to take over the reins of the kingdom. But secretly another voice is getting louder and louder - Robert is not the Marquis's own son, and the Marquis is also interested in paying the country to others. It was at this juncture, that Flanders, Count of Longsummer, who had been in the southeastern corner of the Duchy of Burgundy, visited Besançon and entered the court to visit his cousin, who had little affection. ”

Art clenched the glass in his hand, and it seemed that the undercurrent that Bishop Orlof had told him had begun to stir up.

Art placed the glass on the wooden table next to the chaise longue and whispered to Salter, "Tell you a secret thing." ”

Salter listened.

"Since the beginning of last autumn, the Count of Flanders has been in contact with his old relatives, and my father-in-law, Baron Galvin, is a relative of the Count of Flanders, so he is also among them. According to my father-in-law, the Count of Flanders is already supported by the court of the Duchy of Burgundy, and perhaps the rumors you have heard are true."

"Ah!! Isn't the Count of Burgundy about civil strife? ”

"In the past few months, we have just recruited a group of small merchants from all over the country who have been downtrodden by the war to enter the European trading house, and what we want is to expand the trading house as soon as the war stops.

Salter feared that the unrest would cut off the trade routes, and that the trade routes that he had worked so hard to run might be cut off again.

Art said with relief: "There are some things that we can't control, let's take advantage of the situation, and sometimes a war can also purge the original stubborn forces, and we may also be able to benefit from the war." ”

Art and Salter don't think the same way, but he thinks that the war may not be the end of a fledgling business momentum.

Seeing that Salter was still uneasy, Art changed the subject and asked, "You have been back to Provence for several months, have you found a pair of your children?" ”

At the mention of his children, Sarter's expression was noticeably softer, "Thank you for your concern, I have found my children in a small castle west of Provence." ”

"Oh, is it? Congratulations. How's that, will your ex-wife let you take the kids to the valley? Art asked.

Salter looked proud, "That old woman has often not had enough to eat since she became a farmer, Provence is at war everywhere, and his lowly peasant husband himself is dying of hunger, and he has food to feed other people's children." ”

"My ex-wife even wanted to go north with my kids back to the valley."

"Okay, you can be together as a family again."

Salter looked disdainful, "I really can't let go of my son and daughter, but I don't have any attachment to that yellow-faced woman, and now I go south and north, as long as I have money in my pocket, I'm afraid I won't find a beautiful woman?" ”

"Haha, then you'll have to pick and choose." Art said with a smile.

"It's not peaceful in the south, you bring the children back to the valley as soon as possible. I will give Cooper a command, and your son will be apprenticed to the parish school, so that he will grow up to be a better man than you. As for your daughter, arrange for her to be a little maid next to Madame, who likes children very much. ”

Of course, Salter was grateful to Art, he knew that the parish school was actually equivalent to a knight's academy, and those who could learn from it would definitely become an extraordinary person in the future, "My lord, my son is thirteen years old, and it is God's and your mercy to be able to enter the academy as an apprentice. But my daughter is only five years old, and I'm afraid I'll only be able to cause trouble for Mrs. Lottie. ”

"Scott's elf daughter is only five or six years old, and that little fellow is now the most favored maid beside Madamean, and your daughter is about the same age as Camille, and the two little ones are more interesting together. In addition, I will also let Emma take care of your daughter's food, clothing and daily life for you, so you can rest assured. ”

Salter was so moved that he bowed to Art again and again, and said a thousand words of gratitude.

"Okay, I'm one of the most powerful henchmen around me, you don't have to worry about the future, you can work harder, and I'm also for myself."

Salter immediately said, "I will do my best to do things for adults!" ”

After talking to Salter about the trivial things of how to expand the power of the European Merchant House, Art left >>

In his own barracks, he went to the nearby warehouse that was used as a temporary treatment center for wounded soldiers to visit the wounded soldiers.

In addition to the wounded of Yat's outpost, there were also many wounded from other teams of the Legion.

It's not because there are no healers and barbers in the legion to treat the wounded, but mainly because the chances of surviving under those people are too small, and they have to bloodletting, amputation and enemas at every turn.

But it's not free.

By the time Art arrived at the hospital, it was already full of wounded people. The baggage officer, Spencer, is helping the military priest Robert to cut the carrion of a prisoner of war who had been held and abused by the Lombards for months.

Seeing his own adults coming to inspect, Spencer quickly put down the bloody razor in his hand, and ran straight to Art despite the glance of the "chief knife" priest, "My lord, have you come to visit the wounded soldier again?" You are such a merciful great man. Don't worry, I'll definitely let the soldiers take good care of the guys. ”

Art looked at this heavy officer with a smile, nodded, and praised: "Spencer, I don't have to worry about you doing things." ”

Spencer was encouraged and complimented, and his face was as bright as a flower.

Art, accompanied by Spencer, walked up to Father Robert, "Father Robert, thank you for saving the lives of these warriors with the hand of God. ”

Robert picked up the sharp razor with minced flesh and said to Art: "Lord Art, I can only save these poor people who are about to cross the line of life and death as much as possible for God. It is you, the worldly aristocratic officers, who would have decided whether or not they would have come close to this line of life and death, and without the swords you handed them, these children would have bathed in the light of God and enjoyed the joy of the harvest after their hard work. ”

Another anti-war faction.

"Anyway, I have to thank you." Art said very respectfully.

Robert also knew that an officer like Art could not yet control a war, so he didn't say anything more, turned around and bowed his head to continue cleaning the shredded flesh from the wounded's shoulder.

Art was about to leave, and glanced at the wound on the plank, which always felt very familiar.

"Spencer, is this wounded soldier from that flag team?" Art asked Spencer beside him.

Spencer glanced at the dying fellow and replied, "This man is not a legionnaire, he is a prisoner of war held by the Lombards in the inner prison of Thollburg." This morning a couple of Provençal guys sent him to us, saying that this guy seems to be a wandering knight who went south from the Count of Burgundy to fight, as if he is called ~called this~ Reyek Hared, no, it should be Reyeke Harold, and those Provencal guys call him the Golden Barrel. ”

"My lord, this guy seems to have been captured by the Lombards and then imprisoned and abused, and he didn't have a piece of good meat on his body, and he was originally sent to the legion's baggage team for treatment, but it turned out to be even worse, and his Provencal subordinates heard that we could cure serious problems here, so they sent them over. I thought that this guy was a knight after all, and that he would always be able to get some money to pay for his treatment when he recovered, so I took the ......."

Art didn't hear Spencer at all, his eyes were fixed on the guy lying on the plank and being pulled by Robert's knife and knife—the tattered linen coat had been torn and ground into strips of cloth, the soles of his feet were covered with scabs and pus, his ankles and wrists were scabbed by the iron shackles, his shoulders were still broad and his body was still tall, but the protruding ribs of his chest and empty belly had emptied his majesty, and the brown beard and short lean hair had been loosely hung on his head in thick and stiff plates, sunken eye sockets and high protruding cheekbones pour out his suffering.

Art finally remembered the familiar face. Three years ago, in the Tavern of the Free Bison of Tignets, the brown-haired bearded knight who talked and threatened to bring his own weapons and armor to fight in Provence.

Art also had a silver cross in the saddle that replaced the warrior's saddle.

After a few years, Art didn't expect to meet again in this place and in this way......

"Adult~"

"Your Excellency."

"Your Excellency!"

Otto woke up Art, who was in a trance.

"Huh? Otto, what's the matter? Art came back to his senses and asked.

"My lord, Sir David wants to talk to you." Otto said.

"Sir David? Okay, I see, you ask him to go to my barracks for a while, and I'll go back right away. ”

Art turned to Spencer and said, "Spencer, this wounded man is my old friend, you must revive him!" As he spoke, he turned and left.

"Huh? Is this your friend? Spencer hadn't reacted yet.

"Okay, we'll do our best, we'll do our best." Spencer chased after Art out of the warehouse door.

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Chapter 205: Recuperation after the war