After settling down a lot of chores in the valley, Art, who had just regained his breath in the valley territory, had to go out again.

Although Art is no longer a forest hunter, he is still repeating the same things as before, except that instead of elk goats, he goes out to hunt elk and goats, but shiny silver coins and every opportunity to expand his power.

There was no way, a knight usurped the power of the baron, and fed a "huge" standing army and a large number of lords, who needed him to find "food" to fill his stomach.

The trip south to Provence was dangerous, but it was impossible for Art to go south with all his troops, and aside from the huge expenses, a small lord of the border was not authorized to enter the borders of other countries with a large number of troops, which would lead to a lot of unnecessary trouble. So to be on the safe side, Art only planned to take the eight cavalry of the Sentinel Cavalry away, and then the rest of the matter could only be guarded by the caravan.

On the southern border of Burgundy, the camp next to the outpost was piled with grain covered with felt cloth, and five or six border peasant soldiers were patrolling around the camp with spears and short swords issued by the outpost.

In the camp, Art is taking Salter and his men to count the grain that needs to be shipped to Provence this time.

Salter patted the sack of grain on the last wagon, fastened the felt rope again, and said to Art, "My lord, there are twenty-five wagons, of which we have fifteen of our own caravans, and ten wagons and coachmen. More than 27,000 pounds of grain were transported, and we were able to transport roughly 25,000 pounds of grain to Aosta, excluding the consumption of the convoy's escort attachés and accompanying troops. ”

Atte glanced at the mountains of grain piled up in the camp, nodded with satisfaction, and replied, "I have sent Felix back to Sap to tell my father-in-law to bring twenty wagons of grain from Sapp to Kitsby to assemble, so that our convoy heading south will have forty-five wagons, which should attract the attention of the Provençal magnates a little." The road from Kitsby to Aosta is the most dangerous, and it should be safer for us to take care of each other as a large convoy. ”

Saltier nodded in agreement, "My lord, if we are fortunate enough to obtain a business license from the Provençal court this time, and if I try to contact a group of former merchant friends to raise money in their hands and share their former trade routes, we should be able to take advantage of the troubled times to successfully enter the southern goods trade market of Provence." ”

"Well, I hope so. Now that Provence is affected by the war, many merchants have stopped their trading activities, and they dare not go out with a large number of coins in their hands, if we can make silver coins in their hands at this time, I think they are willing to take the risk and hand over the coins to us to do business, especially those silver coin merchants who borrow coins to collect the fruits, they will not be willing to let the silver coins in their money bags lie there so quietly. ”

"Once we have entered Kitsby and joined my father-in-law's convoy, you leave the caravan with a few able-bodied guards and go on your own to contact your former merchant friends and tell them that we have the strength to make their idle coins profitable. I will get a business license from the Provençal court as soon as possible, and then ......"

When Art was discussing with Salter how to contact the Provençal merchants to collect money from them, the caravan's deputy steward Raven entered the camp and walked up to Art, "My lord, the convoy is ready, shall we leave immediately?" ”

Art stopped talking to Salter, glanced at the long line along the trade road outside the camp gate, and replied, "Give the order to go down, and the convoy heading south will leave immediately."

Laven turned around to give the order, and Art also dressed up and took Salter out of the camp, stepped on the war horse led by Matthew, and waved to Lusignan, the captain of the sentry cavalry, "From now on, the sentry cavalry team will work in pairs, with the convoy as the center, and will continue to sentry in four directions, front and back, left and right, and return immediately to warn if there is any abnormality." ”

"Yes, my lord, I've already arranged it." Lusignnan replied as he sat on horseback.

"Let's go! We caught up with the team leader. With that, he lightly clamped the horse's belly, and the war horse galloped towards the head of the convoy......

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As we traveled south, the effects of war in Provence were becoming more and more apparent.

The road from the border to Kitsby is mostly an uninhabited wasteland, but along the way the convoy has encountered three waves of bandits, but these guys who are blocking the road in the wasteland to survive are not so much bandits as savages, they don't have a decent clothes to cover their bodies at all, unkempt hair and thin bodies, holding a few miscellaneous wooden sticks and a few broken pieces of iron in their hands and can't wait to attack the grain convoy, these people are really hungry, they know that they may be killed if they rush up, but if they don't rush up, they will definitely starve to death, Hunger drove them into madness.

Art sympathized with and hated these tails that fell behind, but he was not alone now, and he could never be a Madonna who would give to the world, so he ordered Lusignan and Jafar to lead the sentry cavalry to directly annihilate the "wild men" who followed them like weed......

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With dozens of wagons and constant attacks by small bandits, Yat and his party traveled for five days before arriving near Kitsby, an important town in the north of Provence.

When Kitsby was still half a day away, the Provençal grain merchants who smelled the grain were already waiting on the trade route, hoping to take all the grain from Art at a high price.

But Art flatly refused. His purpose was to exchange this grain for the attention of the Provençal court, to obtain a license to do business from the Provençal court through the reason for transporting the grain, and then to open the southern goods of Provence, which would provide Ate with a steady stream of silver coins after the end of the war......

The grain merchants of Provence were dejected one by one after being rejected by Art, there was no way, now there is a shortage of food in the southern continent, and it is God who has food, and this "God" still has a lord with a large number of guards and cavalry friendly nobles.

In this way, they were entangled by the grain merchants all the way, and it was almost dark when Art's convoy arrived in Kitsby.

As soon as he settled in the city's inn, the lord of Kitsby sent his cronies to find Art. The purpose is not to think much at all, it is for food.

Art could ignore the pleadings of the grain merchants, but he couldn't ignore the pleas of the Lord of Kitsby.

In the middle of the night, Art had to sell six wagons of grain to the lord, so that the lord could use the grain to "help" the refugees in Kitsby who were struggling on the brink of death.

"Master, will they really take food to help the hungry refugees in the city?" Looking at the lord's cronies who had left with tears in their eyes, Matthew asked.

Salter chuckled lightly and replied, "Tomorrow morning, this grain will be the goods of the Mercy Lord's grain store, accompanied by a sky-high price that a refugee cannot afford to sell his sons and daughters." Then the lord will hold the bulging money bag and praise the cronies of the man who cried in front of us today~"

"It's not a thing!" Matthew spat out.

"Sir, why should we buy them grain? If you want me to say that I won't give them a grain of grain! ”

"Okay, Kitsby is an important place for us, I can't easily offend this city~"

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