"Do you need my help taming that head horse?" Esher said, "What is the price you offer for this?" ”

Randolph originally expected a long list of arguments, but was forcibly blocked back by Eshu's straightforwardness. Good guy, is it because Baranduk's personality is so straightforward, or is it the result of being nurtured in the North? The stage of testing each other was rudely skipped, and they went straight to the link of waiting for the price to sell. Randolph rearranged his words and spoke cautiously: "If you succeed in taming the head horse, you can take half of the horses with you, and I will pay the toll that Zakar demanded, and you don't have to pay a penny for it." If Mr. Barandoke is willing to give up, I will pay the price accordingly," he paused, intending to test the bottom line of Esthew's wishes, "I can convince Ardaryan, the Noldor Lord sitting in the carriage, to return the Wolf Axe to you. ”

"Persuasion?" Ai Xiu remained silent, "I don't think you have any say in front of her. ”

"My master has a deep friendship with the Noldor, so I can—"

"Then you don't have to drive for her all the way." Estheu interrupted Randolph with a blank expression, and he had noticed Randolph's low-pitched attitude towards the people in the carriage at the beginning of his journey, and he did not even dare to whip the two elven horses pulling the cart while driving. Even if he could really convince Aldaryan, would he want to pay for a fierce Gato Mustang? This bald business is preclusively published by Sarion. "As for the wolf axe, you don't have to worry about it. Ardaryan had promised to return the wolf's axe. ”

Can Aldaryan's promise be trusted? Randolph doesn't have a belly, who knows how long she'll call you? Of course, he would not tell Esher these words and corroborating anecdotes, and the young man should go as he wants to suffer. Randolph now needs to consider what other heavyweight chips he can come up with, and the value will be enough to impress Essho.

Randolph poured a full glass of mare's milk wine. He was already half drunk, and although his thoughts were still clear, his hand was trembling slightly. Of course, he didn't want to toast to Eshy, but just to come up with the next chips, he needed some alcohol to give himself courage and at the same time further numb his cautious nerves. He drank it all in one gulp, took a few deep breaths, and pulled out his killer weapon: "Mr. Baranduk, have you ever heard of 'Salt Mine'?" ”

Eshyu shook his head and motioned for Randolph to continue.

"Then did you know the legend of Agiaz, the 'God of Fire and Forge'?"

"I've heard a little." Essius vaguely remembered that Hephasto had mentioned a few words to him, but he did not deliberately remember them at the time, and after being reminded by Randolph, the original vague impression was re-sketched.

"Despite its name, it's not a salt mine, it's a secluded blacksmith's shop that sells 'the best weapons a mortal can make,' and the currency is not the dinar, but a beautiful blue gem. It was also the residence of Agiaz. My host visited it himself and instructed me to map the route. After that, I take care of the custody and find the right buyer. Mr. Baranduk, I dare to assert that it is the most expensive parchment in all of Pande, and there will be no second one! Lord Aldarian has coerced and seduced me along the way, but if you are willing to give up your head, I-" Randolph's alcohol-soaked face tightened in agony, and a dense wrinkle stacked in the center of his forehead, like a hill, up to the bare head of the bare head. After a few seconds, he spoke again with difficulty, his voice extremely hoarse and low: "I will pay for this map." ”

Interesting. Essho groaned, he now felt compelled to re-examine the truth of those legends. Randolph and Hephasto were not the same, one was a profit-seeking merchant and the other was a scholar with a high level of poverty, and the two had different sources of information, but there was a striking overlap in the words about the "god of fire and forge". Randolph's struggling appearance did not touch Eshy, although the map may have been as valuable as Randolph had shown, but Aeshu did not need it at the moment, because he already had a wolf axe, and even if he found the location of the salt mine, he would not have any blue gems to trade.

Seeing that Estheu was silent for a while, Randolph thought that the other party did not believe his words: "I vouch for the reputation of my master, this is not an empty talk made up at will. The demigod "Noisy" Alaric von Bloch was escorted all the way to the salt mines by his master, where he is still recuperating. Randolph's tone became more and more urgent, "Your Excellency! Lord Aldarian also wants to know his location through this map, although she can't get a Dragon's Tear Gem in exchange for it right now, but with the financial resources of the Aldaryan family, this map will inevitably change hands when she returns to the Great Eastern Forest. This is your only chance now! Randolph said with a dry mouth, and had to add a shallow layer of milk wine to his bowl to moisten his throat, and the originally somewhat excited mood ushered in a moment of relaxation. Randolph suddenly realized that he had been carried away by a Cato mustang, and that Baranduk might not be able to win the race to train the horse, and that these words should have been thrown out after the dust had settled, but for some reason he preconceived that Estheu would inevitably become the new owner of the head horse? Perhaps Baranduk is worried about this, and if the deal is to be happy for all, it must be premised on the success of taming the head horse. If he returned in vain, wouldn't Balanduk help him run errands for nothing, and let the Cato see the jokes?

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth again to try to remedy it: "Of course, whether this matter is successful or not, Your Excellency will receive a gift of fifty thousand dinars as a reward. ”

"I'll keep the head horse for myself, and the horse herd will share half with you." Eshu raised a palm and motioned for Randolph not to say anything more, "Keep the map yourself, I don't care who you sell it to." ”

"Lord Baranduk, are you sure you can tame the head horse? The leader of the wild horses in the Gato steppe was no ordinary steed, with a violent temperament, not only eating grass, but also not only raw meat, almost no different from a beast of prey. The process of taming it can be more dangerous than a real fight. Randolph couldn't hide the disappointment on his face for a while, but half a herd of Cato wild horses could also find some good seedlings to make stallions, and in time they might be able to break the monopoly of the war horse market by Cato and Daxia.

"Of course." Estheu replied lightly, as if the head horse was already in his pocket, and he had to reach for it. Randolph was speechless for a moment, he wanted to dispel Baranduke's inexplicable self-confidence, but he swallowed back the words when they came to his lips. When it comes to fighting, there are only a handful of people who can beat Baranduk. What is the outstanding record of this man since he escaped from the gladiatorial arena of Janos? After assassinating the "Whip of Order" in the royal city of Sarion, and then attacking the Fields of Fields in Pohulaban, the best proof of his personal prowess was the Wolf of Omens in the city of Boimbul in the face of the ravaging tide of the Misty Mountain tribes. Although Esher Baranduk is not yet well-known on the mainland, his deeds are revealed through the circulation of dinars and dinars under Quigfin's intelligence network throughout Pande. In this way, Randolph should have been more worried about whether Esher would use too much force and slaughter the head horse.

"In that case, then it is a certainty." "I'm going to draft a contract, Arnold!" He shouted and found no answer, only to remember that his retinue had been sent out by himself to count the manpower. Randolph chuckled dryly, hiding his embarrassment. He propped himself up on the table and staggered out of the tent. Eshyu followed him out of the tent.

Randolph quickly wrote a deed, and although the handwriting on the parchment was not very good, the terms of it were legible. The two of them confirmed it repeatedly, and there was no objection, Eixiu signed, and Randolph stamped it.

"Friend, are you done talking about your private affairs?" In the distance, Zakar's loud voice could be heard, mingled with the dense sound of horses' hooves. He had changed into a Misrond armor, and a long sword and a short bow hung from his saddle. He swaggered to Randolph's side, ignoring the murderous gaze of the Noldor Ranger not far away, "We're leaving!" ”

"Here we go! Lord Zakar," replied Randolph, "this Mr. Barandoke beside me will represent my master!" ”

"Well, I'll also see what Husardor is capable of!" Zakar clapped his hands and laughed, "Prepare horses for Husardzar!" ”