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"That's how my uncle was, he went to England and France, and made a hundred livres back and forth, which is really enviable!"

The guard glanced at the endless stream of pedestrians and vendors, then at himself and his companions, and said enviously.

Ralph led two servants behind him, one of the grooms pulled the carriage, and the four of them lined up silently, like ordinary vendors, inconspicuous.

"Sansu!" The guard glanced at the three of them, then at the goods on the carriage, and said directly.

The basic unit of the French currency is the livre and the franc, each of which is equivalent to one pound sterling and the shilling and the shilling, which is similar in conversion units.

"This, why did the price suddenly rise?" Three silver coins, which, at the time, were the income of an average farmer in a year excluding taxes, such a huge amount that Ralph stuck out his neck and argued.

"Yes! Isn't this about human life? "I'm going to sue City Hall!" "It's too high!" ……

As soon as the others heard this number, they also became indignant and shouted in unison in response.

"What a noise!" The guard picked up his spear and waved it to the sky, "Recently, the kingdom has not been peaceful, and the increased money is all for the suppression of robbers and bandits!" ”

"Besides, for you businessmen, it is already cheap for you to accept your three su! Not satisfied! ”

The guard's face showed a hint of ruthlessness, and he scolded loudly, and as soon as the merchant saw the spear in the soldier's hand and the other guards who were about to move behind him, he hurriedly suppressed his voice, and for a while, the air immediately froze.

With that, the guard looked at Ralph playfully and held out his hand.

Seeing this, Ralph reluctantly took out three silver coins from his bosom, handed them to the guard's palm, and walked into Brest City sullenly.

The guards glanced at him sarcastically, and continued their tax-collecting business.

As the gateway and largest port of Brittany, Brest prospered in the whole of France, but for Ralph, who had already seen London's prosperity, it was no longer worth the fuss.

At his usual pace, Ralph pulled a cart of blank paper he had brought with him to a familiar store, negotiated the price, and then sold it.

In this way, although the profits are given up a lot, the profits are still considerable, and the time saved is enough for him to go to England again.

The two men followed Ralph's pace, curiously watching the environment and the crowd on the street, and then watched Ralph negotiate with the merchants.

After that, the two were taken home by Ralph, changed into high-end linen clothes, painted makeup, and transformed from buddies to two aristocrats.

"Really, that sackcloth is so uncomfortable to wear, my skin is red!"

One of the nobles, who had fair skin and delicate facial features, opened his sleeves and complained as he saw that his arm was scratched with a layer of red bumps from the linen.

The other nobleman on the side is tall and has good facial features, giving people the feeling of a military general.

"These are small things, don't worry about them!" The stout aristocrat glanced at his red arm and said angrily.

"Mr. Ralph, when can we go to see the Mayor!"

He raised his head and asked Ralph, who was slightly bent over and looked respectful.

"Dear Baron Gavin, if nothing else, you can see Mr. Mayor this afternoon, please wait a moment!"

Ralph quickly reacted and replied softly.

"That's good, now I'll trouble you and prepare some food for the two of us!"

Ralph said yes, and then consciously withdrew from the room, leaving it to the two barons.

"I don't know, this Mr. Ralph is unreliable, can he take us to meet the mayor of Brest City!"

Baron Jean rubbed his delicate arm distressedly, looked at Ralph's departing figure, and whispered.

"It should work!" Baron Gavin squinted his eyes and looked at the closed door, the corners of his mouth curled, and said:

"After all, this Mr. Ralph was recommended by His Majesty's famous Dark Blade, and if something happens, His Majesty will not spare them!"

"Well—" Baron Guise thought for a moment and laughed, "that's what you said, His Majesty will certainly not spare them!" ”

"Having said that, you say, this time we took the initiative to invite Ying to come to negotiate with the mayor, do you have a high chance of success?"

Looking at Baron Gavin who was full of confidence and held his head high, Baron Jean was still a little unconfident in his heart and wondered.

Baron Gavin turned his eyes around, looking at the various sculptures and ornaments in the room in front of him, as well as the architectural style, which was similar to his hometown in Scotland, and couldn't help but sigh and sigh in his heart.

"Sure enough, the Bretons are the same as us!"

Baron Jean's question came to his ears, and he did not answer it, but said:

"This is a rare opportunity for us to convince the mayor that the army can take Brest and reach Rennes without hindrance, and half of Brittany will be in our hands.

When the time comes, the credit of the two of us will be great, although it is impossible to be promoted to viscount, but in the eyes of His Majesty the King, it is certain! ”

Speaking of this, Baron Gavin had a look of expectation in his eyes, and so did Baron Jean on the side.

Sure enough, Mr. Ralph was very well-connected, and in the afternoon, the two of them rode in a carriage to the mayor's mansion and were received.

"The two barons have come to Brest, what are you doing?"

The mayor was a man of no smiles, with a square face, a short, curly beard on his chin, and a look of integrity throughout.

Baron Gavin didn't care about this kind of tough question, smiled, and explained lightly:

"Mr. Mayor, we are here to make you and your family prosperous!"

"What do you mean by that?" The mayor's eyes moved slightly, and then he asked stiffly.

"The co-lord of England and Scotland, the sovereign of Wales and Ireland, His Majesty the Great Edward, has asked me to come and bring you a hereditary title and domain of a baron, I don't know if Mr. Mayor is satisfied!"

Looking at the pretentious mayor, Baron Gavin was a little disgusted, he knew this kind of people very well, as long as the interests were big enough, he could break their masks, especially for a businessman like him who was desperate for nobility.

"This ......," the mayor lowered his head and was silent for a moment, so that people could not see his eyes clearly, and asked quietly:

"What do I have to do for His Majesty!"

Hearing this gentle and gentle question, Baron Gavin turned pale and said directly:

"Your Excellency the Mayor, His Majesty the King has exchanged nothing but this city with you!"

"Brest? What does His Majesty want it for? The mayor was shocked and hurriedly asked.

"Not only Brest, but all of Brittany, will be the territory of His Majesty the King!"

As he spoke, Baron Gavin raised his chin and said with a proud look on his face.

"I'm not telling a lie, in another day, tens of thousands of troops from London will go straight to Brest and take this port city!"

"Then go directly to Rennes and capture it in one fell swoop, thus occupying all of Brittany!"

"The reason why I persuaded His Excellency the Mayor to surrender is just to save time! Does His Excellency the Mayor think that Brest, which is only defended by more than 1,000 people, will not be able to withstand an army of tens of thousands? ”

Hearing this, the mayor's heart was in turmoil, and after a while, he said decisively:

"I am willing to serve His Majesty Edward!"

Baron Gavin and Baron Jean looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.