As Brochette opened the door, Étégé stood in front of the bookshelf, casually flipping through the book of the Collected Poems of Eracle III: The Splendor and Downfall of the Troubadour, the yellowed pages turning quickly and silently in his hands, and the characters of the ancient and the arcane were coherent into a three-dimensional structure. Luciana lay down on her desk, her head resting on her padded arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

Come out. Brochette motioned to Aexiu with his eyes, and when Eschu walked out of the door, he closed the door lightly, and said in a low voice: "Since the operation is completed, what are you doing here?" Do you want me to take care of your food? ”

"How's the situation going on the Gastorf side?" Eishu asked rhetorically, "And I'm a student of the Royal Academy now, if I don't stay in the academy, do I have to go back and forth between Poynbru and Ismolola every day?" ”

"That's up to you," Brochette waved his hand impatiently, "you're not a scholar, and the Academy is not obligated to help a baron with the stuff of room and board." As for Gastov, you don't need to worry about it at all, this is Poynbru, not Ryan, and it's me and not him. Now, on the matter, you have brought back eight horses from the Gato steppe, including your mounts, four stallions, a mare, and a foal, all of which have been identified by the horsemen of the Order of the Black Spear and whose pedigree can be classified as 'war beasts'. According to our previous agreement, one male and one female, 30,000 dinars. Besides, the news that you have brought back a batch of well-blooded war horses from the Gatu steppes will spread throughout the north in a few days. Let's think about how to deal with the buyers who are tempted to do this—especially the lord of this place, Aldema the Younger, who has long wanted to develop the Boimburu garrison into a cavalry force to increase his mobility, but the horse breeds in the north are too poor to carry the heavy armor cans for a long time, and he really needs a good breeder to breed, and it is best to have a pair, but," Brochette stroking his beard triumphantly, "the only adult mare already belongs to the Black Spear Knights, The remaining foals will have to wait at least a year for them to be bred. ”

Esher pondered for a moment. He should have brought twelve wild horses from the grassland, but after an ambush on the border, only five wild horses were left to reach Poimbru with him, which can be said to be a heavy loss. As for the fate of these wild horses, Esher already had a rough plan, and Ismolola's existing resources could not support so many precious ancestors, so they could only change hands on all of them.

"A stallion and a foal, I'm going to donate to Raven City. The remaining two stallions were auctioned off, and some of the proceeds were converted into supplies and some into armaments. ”

"Well, it seems that your mind is not full of the business rules of the Sarrion merchants, or have you finally learned to flatter? Throughout the history of the North—no, not even from the founding of the Pander Empire to the time it fell apart, there has never been a baron who has been so magnanimous. Brochette sarcastically said unceremoniously, "It's useless for you to tell me about these things, send someone to do it yourself." ”

"Where am I with someone?" Eshua spread out his hand, "One percent commission." ”

Brochette stared at him for a moment: "The Royal Academy is not short of that dinar. In this way, you can do one thing for me - don't put on a bad face right away, it won't be an excessive request. ”

"What exactly?" Essho asked.

At this moment, several scholars walked through the courtyard and saluted Brochette. The old man alertly withdrew the words that were about to come out of his mouth, and bowed his head perfunctorily at them. When he had dismissed the scholars, he looked around the courtyard to make sure that no one would pass by for a while. Only then did he look back at Eshyus: "Gelbold Ivanles, do you have any impression of this name?" ”

"Son of Viscount Ivanles? I've met a few times before. Eschu frowned, not knowing what Brochette meant.

"His father sent him here for further study—but from what I've observed, exile would be more appropriate. Obviously, he is also a baron with a territory, but he has no entourage, and he takes care of his daily life by himself, and does not exchange letters with other people. Sometimes when I see him, I always think I see a cruising island. ”

"To the point, what do you want me to do to pull this isolated island back to land?"

"There's no need for that, it's more withdrawn than Gelbod, there's a lot of people in the academy, and I won't interfere. But those were scholars, and they spent their days in a monotonous way between the library and their own apartments, and they didn't leave the city as often as Gelbod, mostly late at night or early in the morning—and even when they went out to hunt, the timing was too bad. ”

"So you think he's suspicious," Estheu followed Brochette's words, "and you want me to spy on him?" ”

"Judging by the current signs, it doesn't make me suspicious, but I won't deny it if you understand it so well. After all, Gregory IV's only son, Plutol, heir to the royal family of the North, is currently in my custody, and my nerves cannot be overstated. "Actually, I wanted Giger to go, after all, he was the one who first reported to me that Gelbold was out of town late at night, but I was afraid he would mess up." You help me figure out what the young man is tossing behind his back, and I will appoint a scholar who is a good merchant, who is an expert in selling at a price, and knows how to maximize profits—of course he asks for an exaggerated price, and he has to charge forty percent of the commission for such high-value goods as war horses. In this way, you can be considered to have taken advantage. ”

"I'd rather pay the commission," Eshu sighed helplessly, "but I don't seem to have the power to choose." This requires a lot of time and effort, and it is impossible to produce immediate results. ”

"What does it matter?" Brochette shrugged, "It's a big deal, I'll hold the money here first." What's more, the last thing you need right now is time – unless you tell me you've done all your theoretical studies. If you need to deal with affairs on the territory side, you can assign a courier or raven - you can write a letter to them now to let them know that you have returned to the north. Are there any doubts? ”

Essho shook his head.

"Then what the hell are you going to do, Baron." Brochette immediately waved impatiently at Estheu, returned to his abode, pushed open the door and closed it again, "Or are you going to be a doorman here?" Stay here for me until Luna wakes up? ”

Estheu ignored Brochette and turned to leave. "Wait," called Brochette, "I have never cared about etiquette, but the other nobles do not agree, and it is a great offense to them to disrespect the military when they leave, and even a baron can bear it if they are calculated. Keep that in mind. ”

"Understood...... "Eshuping raised his right hand, his thumb running from left to right across his eyebrows, "then I'll take my leave...... Uh, Dean. ”