"A nobleman in the city was betrothed to the daughter of a merchant, but the girl ran away from home before the day came, and now both families are looking for her."

"But it's normal for me to say that the nobleman is almost 40 years older than his future wife! But what about political marriages, you should understand, sir. ”

The captain said indifferently.

"Do you know the girl's name? I gotta say she's brave. ”

Byron asked with interest.

"Yali? Yamich? I don't remember exactly, but that's probably the name. Finding her and bringing her home will please the nobles and get a bounty. Poor boy, but what can be done. ”

The captain sighed, but Byron secretly rejoiced, and added another goal to his action this time.

He was almost certain that the runaway girl was the most famous female NPC in the game, Jamila, and netizens could make up a train of jokes about her.

Although most of them are in the category of "Jamila of XX".

However, as a hero-level character, Jamila in reality must be no worse than in the game. Fatis has proven his ability, even if not on horseback, to be able to outfight three with his grappling skills. If you get on the horse, you're a good rider.

It would be best if you could find her.

However, Byron also had a trace of doubt in his heart, because it was too coincidental. The plot of his teammates in these games actually began after he crossed over. So will Bandak, who is also in the kingdom of Rhodok, also be fired, squatting in the tavern and drinking stuffy wine? After that, by the way, I made a big belly of a merry woman.

If that were the case, then Byron would have to go to his aid and bring him over as well. He's a master of using a crossbow, and he's not so much better than the snipers of Rhodoc.

The more Byron thought about it, the better he felt, and he even had the urge to give bonuses to his soldiers. But in the end, he endured it and tightened his pockets for the money.

At the gates of Viruga, the soldiers handed over their work, reminded them a few words, and then went to drink. And the tax collector at the gate of the city immediately inspected their goods, and levied a tax of sixty dinars on Byron.

This is not a small amount of money for Byron's current net worth, but this tax is still a lot less than usual. If the smugglers had gone to great lengths to get here and were losing money due to the commodity tax, it would be even more difficult for the kingdom to attract them.

Like Paravon, Viruga's important business operations were monopolized by a few large merchants, who were also backed by aristocrats.

However, their approach was clearly more advanced than that of the merchants in Svadia, and they formed an alliance, similar to the institutions of the trading houses.

The influence of this institution was limited to the area around Viruja, but now merchants from the north had to pass through Veruga, so they effectively monopolized the kingdom's trade with the north.

Because the smugglers have spent so much effort to cross the border, they will not bring bargains, and the high-priced goods, the small traders who have been suppressed by the big merchants and aristocrats, will not be able to eat at all, and they will not be able to offer prices. In addition, they have aristocratic channels behind them, which can save costs, so it is the most cost-effective to sell them anyway.

Byron, of course, is no exception.

In fact, the merchant alliance had been waiting at the gate for a long time, and because of the backstage, he and the tax collector inspected the goods, and then invited them, the smugglers, to the big merchant's house to talk.

Byron agreed, and led the wagon into the city, through clean cobblestone streets and brick roads, to an elegant house with a huge warehouse.

"Hello gentlemen. I'm Dubin, and I'm probably one of the richest people in Viruja in terms of the number of dinars. You are welcome to my house, please come in. ”

A fat man walked out of the door and welcomed them with open hands.

Byron observed him for a moment, he was dressed in an expensive velvet coat, and a belt with gold rimmed was fastened to his belly, which was as large as a pregnant woman in six months. He also has a mustache on his face and wears a Renaissance-style red hat with a sapphire inlaid on it.

Byron felt that he was more of a comedian in appearance, and his image was very funny.

However, when he met the other party's gaze, Byron felt a little uncomfortable, as if the other party wanted to eat him.

But even if he was going to eat Byron, Byron would have to bite the bullet and come over.

Because the other party only invited a few caravan leaders to go in, Byron only brought Fatis in alone, even if there was an accident, with Fatis's strength, he could resist it.

Doberman led them to the banquet hall, where the servants served fresh bread, fried fish, smoked pork, and thick soup, and each of them had a plate of fruit in front of them, all of which were in season.

Byron was very satisfied with the food, and on the previous journey, the staple food was dry bread and simple bread rolls in the village, with dried fruits and meat and a small amount of not very clean vegetables, and Byron's desire for serious meals was not ordinarily strong. Especially the freshly cooked food, it's simply delicious!

After Byron and the others were seated, Doberman went out to see the goods, and after half a ring, Byron and the others had almost eaten, and Doberman came back with a smile on his face.

He asked the leader of each caravan to talk to the next room, and then sent him away, not even giving Byron and them time to ask for news or inquire about the situation.

After a while, it was Byron's turn. The businessman smiled the happiest when he looked at Byron, and had the best attitude.

The merchant invited the two of them into the house, asked the servant to bring them to the door, and did not immediately discuss the price of the goods, but asked Byron what they had done when they came, and what had happened after that.

If Byron answers those questions truthfully, Doberman will find out Byron's assets and weaknesses, so as to test Byron's bottom line, and then use various methods to lower the price.

Looking at the other party's smiling face, Byron's palms were a little sweaty, but he still answered his every question in an ambiguous way.

Doberman's expression was somewhat restrained, but still looked relaxed.

"Suno's olive oil, and so many good goods. It's been a while since this thing has been in Viruga, and I'm sure the rich and adults in the city will like it, and I'd like to take two jars and keep them in the kitchen myself. ”

"According to my estimate, I can recommend these oils to adults and ladies, and I believe I can sell them for 1,500 dinars!"

Hearing this price, Byron's heart was shocked, if he could get this money, then it would be in vain for him to bother to run to Rhodok. But he also knew that if Doberman told him that he could sell for 1,500, he might actually sell for 1,800 or even two thousand! But even so, he will still keep the price below 1000. And Byron is trying to stop that from happening.

"Okay, we want 1400, so you can earn a hundred."

Byron calmed down and said jokingly.

“1400？ Oh, you have such a good sense of humor. ”

Hearing Byron's words, Doberman also smiled easily.

"I've never made such a low profit in business, and I have to take a lot of the expenses into account. 850 dinars, I know the market, so you can double the earnings. ”

Doberman looked at Byron and gave a number.

"There are many shady deeds hidden in the shadows in this world, and they need a price to pass."

Before Byron could speak, Fatis sat up straight, looked at Dubin seriously, and spat out word by word.

"The price we want to pay is worth it."

Doberman put away his smile, Fatis's aura was unexpected, and he needed to think about how to deal with it.

"1200 dinars."

Byron said, looking at the other party's face.

"I'm sure you have a lot of ways to keep your profits from getting low."

"Sir, I hope you can think about my situation, and go to those customers too..."

"1200 dinars!"

"Well, I'll take a step back, 1000 dinars, and let you earn back the money you spent on the border."

"1200 dinars!"

Doberman said it several times, but Byron didn't let go of his mouth and clenched the number.

Doberman's smile disappeared completely, and his expression became serious.

"1200 dinars, you take all the oil. Otherwise, we will go to Djalkhara, where there is always someone in the king's realm who needs to spice up his feast. ”

Byron's hand clenched his thigh, and his heart beat up, he was really afraid that the other party would refuse the business in anger, and then his loss would be even greater. It is true that Djerkhara is a king's domain, but Byron does not dare to risk selling olive oil there. A lot of people's eyes are on him, and he has to make a move as soon as possible.

"Well, you're so insistent."

Doberman exhaled a long breath, his expression calmed down, and he regained his politeness just now.

"Glick, count the two gentlemen 1,200 dinars."

"It's a pleasure to work with."

Byron finally smiled and took the initiative to stretch out his hand, and the other party also symbolically shook it, got up and went to count the goods without looking back.