Although it was a bit unlucky, after the unpleasant bandit fire incident, Byron and the others finally made it to Djerkhara without any other trouble.

By the time he arrived in Djerkhara, Byron had been in this world for a month and a half. Even spring, more than half of it has passed.

It is indeed a great thing for ordinary people to earn this money in a month and a half, but Byron's nature is getting worse and worse.

The novelty faded, and Byron's progress was as slow as a snail compared to the strength and fame he had accumulated in the game.

The whole day was in a hurry, in order to earn a few dinars, to see the faces of the nobles everywhere, to withdraw when they met a strong enemy, and the living conditions of this era and the somewhat boring entertainment activities for modern people made Byron feel more and more irritable.

Because he could only stop and rest as soon as it got dark, and because there was no way to have a pastime, Byron's homesickness became heavier and heavier, and he missed the old days more and more.

What's more, his physical needs as a young man are getting worse and worse, and although similar services in this world can be found in bathhouses and some hotels, Byron subconsciously rejects these things.

Of course, if his soldiers went there for fun, he wouldn't stop them.

Byron also wanted to go hunting, a medieval aristocratic sport he had wanted to try a long time ago.

However, the forest belongs to the noble territory, and all the decent prey in it belongs to the noble property.

Rhodoc's rangers and hunters roamed around the hunting grounds every day to prevent poachers from entering, resulting in insufficient manpower to go to the rest of the forest to guard against robbers.

Of course, looking at the posture of the Rhodok bandits before, even if they went, it would be in vain.

So although Byron did try to hunt at the edge of the forest, he was a little disappointed because of the lack of harvest.

Arriving in Djerkhara at this time was indeed good news, even for the soldiers.

They also discovered that their boss had been in a bad mood lately, and seemed to be like a brazier that could be ignited at any moment after being humiliated and extorted 100 dinars by the robbers, and the flames were so fierce that they would burn the man who set him on fire to ashes.

Djerkhara is not as prosperous as Viruga and Suno, and if it weren't for King Griffos' trade protection order, it would have been a large velvet factory in the south of the continent.

If there is a mysterious and unique place, it is that the fishing industry is very good because of the river that can enter the sea, and the table of the poor can be filled with fresh fish.

When the soldiers entered the city, they pooled their money and went to the tavern, where they ordered a lot of ale, low-quality wine, and fried fish with condiments, and feasted and drank a lot.

John also invited Fattis, but the latter refused, because Byron had something to do and he had to accompany him, and he was really worried about the captain's strength.

The city of Djerkhara and the villages on the edge of the city have a population of less than 5,000, and more than 1,000 of them work in textile and dyeing mills.

The finest raw silk is transported by the best northern city of Kalradia to the almost southernmost city of Djerkhara, where it is woven by master craftsmen and colored with the best dyes, such velvet is the best fabric of Calradia, and the richest dress is worn by kings and top nobles.

In peacetime, this costly trade network continues, connecting the north and south ends of the continent.

Before the start of the war, sales of velvet were at an all-time high, and all the yards were in full production.

But now, business is much more sluggish.

Many dyeing mills and textile factories have been suspended, because the previous desperate production has led to a large accumulation of finished velvet products, and the nobles of the Rhodok Kingdom can no longer digest it.

Only smugglers like Byron ventured to Djerkhara to make a few lucrative businesses. And domestic customers, because they know their predicament, will only push the price to a position that is a little higher than the cost.

"Sir, look at these goods, they are all styles that adults like, and the quality is very good."

When Byron and the others arrived in Djerkhara and revealed their intentions, many of the velvet merchants who had been guests of honor in the previous year approached Byron directly, and drove the wagon to invite him and Fatis to their warehouse to inspect the goods.

The merchant, dressed in his own velvet robe, led Byron into a two-hundred-square-meter warehouse, where the shelves were piled with velvet cloth except for the aisles, the result of the money spent on fashionable clothes by the old ladies of the Calradian aristocracy before the war.

Byron took a look at the velvets, and in the era in which he lived, when the market was flooded with chemical fiber products and cotton fabrics, few people had ever seen velvet in such good condition.

If these velvets are brought to the Celestial Empire, they can be sold at a high price together with the high-quality products of those silk origins.

The patterns on it are relatively simple, but the colors are very bright, which is suitable for the nobles to take back and draw their family crests with gold and silver threads.

Byron tried to touch it, and it was very good to the touch, and without force, his hand could slide from one end of the cloth to the other without hurting his skin at all. Even Fatis, a mature and steady son of the aristocracy, praised him several times in a row.

However, because of overproduction and the sudden outbreak of war, such high-quality beautiful velvet could only be hoarded in warehouses, dragging merchants to bankruptcy, and then the workers would lose their jobs. Unlike the peasants who worked in the towns and villages, who lost their jobs in the workshops, these workers and the merchants, who feared bankruptcy, could flood the consuls' tables and cause the aristocracy to protest against the king.

This is what the nobles of the main battle of the Swadia Kingdom want to see the most.

The current continent of Calradia is in the late Middle Ages, and the town economy has basically replaced the castle-village and knightly fiefdom system, and the citizens are still very troubled in this situation.

"Five thousand dinars! Sir, take all these five thousand dinars, and don't let these precious goods ruin me! ”

It could be seen that the merchant had been forced to a certain extent, had lost his basic demeanor, his beard and hair were disheveled, and his face was a little haggard.

And this price is even more terrifyingly low, and Byron doesn't know if he can get it back. However, it is estimated that the situation of the other velvet merchants in the city is not much better. Otherwise, they would not have caught Byron and not let go.

At the same time, Byron also felt his heartbeat rise again, but this time because of excitement. You must know that when he was in Parabun, he probably knew that the finest velvet of Djerkhara could be sold for more than 200 dinars a horse, and it was very popular. Even in Suno, or other cities where there is a sufficient stock of velvets, the price of these velvets is more than 100 dinars.

Of course, because of the need to satisfy various interest groups, Byron actually can't earn so much, but now such a low price can make him five times or even ten times!

"I'm sorry, friend. I like the price you offered, but it cost me a lot of money to get through the connections and deal with the robbers, and now I only get a thousand dinars. Tell me, sir, how much can you sell me at most a thousand dinars? ”

Hearing Byron's words, the other party was obviously a little disappointed. Still, he seriously considered the business.

"These two shelves."

The merchant pointed to the two shelves in the doorway, each containing about twenty velvets. Because Byron didn't have that much money, the discount was also reduced. But the good news is that the initiative is still on Byron's side.

"One thousand dinars, the carriage that fills the door!"

"You're just robbing, like those bandits."

There was a bitter smile on the other party's somewhat pale face, the carriage Byron said was the one he used to pick up Byron, although the size was not large, but it was no problem to carry fifty pieces of cloth.

If it was changed to last year, when there was no war, Byron's bargaining directly caused him to lose 3,000 dinars.

It's a pity that he can't be as beautiful as he was in the previous two years. He had been losing money since the war began, and his wife's previous profligacy had caused huge deficits. He had to close the loophole quickly, or he would have to sell his beloved property.

It was a prime property in the heart of the city, where he could invite nobles to banquets and private balls to maintain his network.

He finally accepted Byron's offer and sold Byron fifty velvets for a much lower price than the cost.

However, he really needed money, and he had to maintain his family's decent expenses, even if it was a thousand dinars, until the next dinar arrived.

The hearts of the people in the house were dripping blood, but Byron, who walked out of the house, was excited to sing.

And Fatis had already hummed the song, and did not forget to sincerely thank the merchant in the form of a nobleman, although the other party was not happy at all.