That night, after receiving the warning of the surprise attack of the Chinese army, a cavalry team of twelve people, led by two leading knights, rushed to the monastery overnight with torches, and by the time the cavalry arrived, the battle had already ended, and even the battlefield had been almost cleaned.

However, the arrival of this cavalry still relieved the pressure on Berion, although the battle in the afternoon almost wiped out the raiding rebel bandits, but the battle damage of the border army was also not small, although the cavalry and infantry directly under the Berion army were elite, but the rebels who fought to the death also killed and injured more than 20 border troops, at this time, if there was another accident, Berion was really powerless to parry.

The next day, just after dawn, another army arrived at the monastery.

This team is not the one who has received a letter of warning to rush to help, they are the same people who surround and suppress this group of rebel bandits.

At noon the day before yesterday, when these encirclement and suppression border troops found that the encirclement was empty, they immediately began to pursue, but the two hundred troops searched for a long time in the north of the encirclement and found no trace of the rebels.

Only then did they wake up suddenly—the rebels might have moved south to raid Berion's Chinese army, and after adjusting the direction of pursuit, they found traces of a large group of men and horses moving south.

This frightened the officers, and if Berion was killed or captured, the rest would be held accountable.

Shocked into a cold sweat, the encirclement and suppression of the border army ran wildly for an afternoon and a whole night before arriving at the monastery......

Berion did not pursue the guilt, because he was in a good mood, and unexpectedly annihilated the largest group of rebels, and the hunt was basically a victory.

At noon the next day, Berrion left a leading baron with a hundred soldiers to continue clearing the mountains of the remaining bandits, and then he ordered the rest of the army to return to Vilno and the surrounding garrisons after the hunt.

The Ates, who had slept soundly all night, also followed Berion back to Vilno with their captives and heads.

Vilno was of course a city to celebrate the triumphant return of the victorious army, especially the merchant caravan and wealthy squires who had been harassed by the rebel bandits.

This includes, of course, the European comptoirs, which need to transport goods from place to place.

At the behest of Arte, Sergio, the steward of the Vilno Continental Merchant House, sent three cartloads full of wine, meat, fruits and vegetables, and more than 3,000 Pfenni worth of Provençal silver coins to the 300 frontier troops of Vilno.

Berrion was not a fool, of course he understood the intentions of the Continental Comptoir, so in the name of repaying the generosity of the Continental Comptoir, he justifiably hired the Continental Comptoir as the military transporter of the Vilno garrison, and issued a document authorizing the caravan of the Continental Comptoir to be not hindered by the checkpoints along the way when transporting military supplies for the Vilno garrison, and Berrion also specially appointed Sergio as the head of the Vilno City Trade Guild to assist in the management of Vilno and the large and small caravans and shops in the jurisdiction......

Art was also quite adept at handling things, and after the feast, he invited several high-ranking commanders of the Vilno army and a number of stewards such as the governor of the domain, the tax collector, and the magistrate to the most luxurious tavern in Vilno.

After a night of fighting, everyone naturally became a little closer to the financier behind the European trading house......

In the middle of the night, Art took Ron and Matthew and a few others out of the tavern to return to the European trading house to rest, and after a full meal, the next pastime was entertained by Serjo, and it was really inconvenient for him to participate as a viscount, because Berion, who was also a viscount, also left the tavern after a full meal so that his subordinates could open their clothes and armor to enjoy themselves......

It was late April, and Vilno, in the south, should have been warm, but there was still a chill in the bones when I came out of the warm tavern late at night.

Ron wrapped his cotton armor around his body, "Master, why don't you rest in the tavern room at this time?" ”

Tonight's glass of beer and wine had already dipped Art into a little unconscious, and he raised his hand to rub his cheek back to his senses.

"Forget it, go back to the firm, Qingjing." There were eight or nine Vilno officers and officials in the tavern tonight, and it must have been a night of tossing and turning, and Art did not want to listen to the beasts' prostitution.

Everyone rested quietly for the night in the room of the trading house.

The next day, Ron woke up early in the morning. While Sercho, the steward of the comptoir, had not returned from the tavern, he called a man from the comptoir alone, who was from Ron's hometown of Linshire.

Ron's purpose in talking to the guy alone was simple, he secretly appointed the guy as Hawkeye under the command of the guard officer, first, to find out what he had confessed through the caravan of the Continental Comptoir, and second, to be the eyes and ears of Art's installation in the Continental Merchant House in Vilno.

The appointment was paid separately, and a monthly salary of twenty pfennighes was to be paid quietly through the caravan......

When Ron was planting his ears and eyes, Art, who had simply eaten breakfast, had already gone to the Vilno Lord's Hall to bid farewell to Berrion in person, there were still a lot of things waiting for the military and civil affairs of the territory, and the European Continental Comptoir had to be sorted out one by one, so it was impossible for him to delay too much time here.

Entering the hall of the lord, Barrion's personal guards informed that Arte had come to Berion's mansion.

Berion was clearly not a quiet nobleman either, and by the time Art walked into the mansion, Berion was fully dressed.

"Lord Berrion, I am bidding farewell to you. There are so many chores in the Northland, and I have to finish my trip and return to Burgundy as soon as possible. Art said goodbye directly to Berion.

"You and I are both toilers, and when we open our eyes every day, we are either unfinished battles or endless chores. Okay, I won't force you to be a guest, it just so happens that I plan to personally escort the rebels to Aosta City to sacrifice prisoners, and by the way, I will send you off, and we can stay a few more days together in the north. ”

The rebel bandits were not worthy of Berion's personal sacrifice, but he had just learned yesterday that the vice-chancellor of Provence had personally come to Aosta to oversee the collection of taxes.

Living in a remote place for a long time is easy to be ignored by those in the center of power, so Berion will not let go of any opportunity to show it, not to mention that this time to clear out the rebel bandits is also a great feat, and it is suitable to show it to the above......

When he learned that Berion was going north to Aosta City to sacrifice prisoners, Art was of course overjoyed.

Aosta is the largest transshipment point of the European trading houses in the east of Provence, and it is one of the trading houses controlled by Salter himself.

Berrion was also resolute, having decided to go north to Aosta only last night, and this morning he had already made preparations - eight carriages and thirty attendants to escort him.

Thirty guards were all elite cavalry, and in eight carriages, in addition to prisoners and heads, there were gifts for the vice-chancellor of the court and the old friends of the powerful people of Aosta.

The five of Arte followed with him, following Berion.

The next trip will be very smooth, if Yate and a few people go north alone, they will inevitably be stripped along the way, but under the banner of Berion, all the way are open and open, and there is no need to worry about being intercepted and inspecting the fish.

Due to the fast carriages and the usual smooth roads, it took only six days for the party to reach the central city of Aosta from Vilno in the south.

On the way from Vilno to Aosta City, I also passed through two shops and warehouses under the European Merchant House, but these two places are not important, so the scale of the shops and warehouses is very small, and it is mainly responsible for the acquisition of surrounding sources, the sales of northern goods, and the reception and temporary storage of goods coming and going from the internal caravan.

Of course, Ron still planted eyeliner in the stores and warehouses of the Continental Comptoir.

Aosta City, the largest city in eastern Provence and one of the five largest cities in the Principality of Provence.

A few years ago, the war that had turned Aosta into a dead city, and Art still remembers the Lombard corpses that rotted in the city's lonely river, and it was a miracle that the city did not break out of the plague after the war.

However, at this time, Aosta no longer had the smell of corpses, although it still could not get rid of the doom of the accumulation of feces and garbage, but the smell of feces was much fresher than the stench of death.

The city of Aosta has changed hands several times after several battles between the two principalities of Provence and Lombardy, and the citizens of the city have either died or fled, and the city is almost empty.

After the war, the Provençal court spent a lot of money and money to rebuild the city and recruit citizens, but this was by no means effective in three or five years, so the city of Aosta was less than half of the pre-war city, and the industrial and commercial industries withered.

The crowd had no energy to reminisce about the past glory of this place, and after entering the city, Art and Barrion agreed to meet at a tavern in the city in the evening, and then went their separate ways.

Of course, Berion was busy reporting to the city hall of Aosta to report the prisoners of war and then personally visit the deputy minister of the court, and Art also led Ron and the others directly to the most central trading house in Aosta.

If it is changed to Provence before the war, the scale of the European commercial house is not a role, but the war has collapsed the commercial system of Provence, and at this moment, it has directly under the fleet of hundreds of carriages, more than a dozen shops and warehouses, more than 100 stewards and clerks, and an annual gross profit of more than 500,000 Fenni European commercial firms are already a commercial force that cannot be underestimated.

More importantly, during the war, the European trading houses had already attracted many down-and-out merchants and forces from Provence to join them, who either collected and purchased goods for the European trading houses, or undertook short-distance transportation of goods, or bought shares in the form of money, supplies, shops, etc., not to mention the lords along the trade routes who also hoped to get meat from the pot of the European trading houses.

In short, many people along the eastern part of Provence now depend on the European trading houses for their survival, and the European trading houses have shown their amazing vitality, even during the civil war in Burgundy in the north last year, which did not inflict heavy losses on the parties attached to it, on the contrary, all profits were the same as the previous year. Of course, there is almost nothing to be made within the European comptoir.

However, it is precisely because of this that in the city of Aosta, where many merchants gathered, the European Merchant House was able to become one of the commercial houses in the city, and the director of the European Merchant Guild, Salter, was one of the seven leaders of the Aosta Commercial Guild, although his position was the last......

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Chapter 397: European Merchant House (1)