Spices, to put it bluntly, are ingredients used for cooking in later generations. Sichuan pepper, cloves, cinnamon, cardamom, and black pepper, which is also produced in Calradia, are expensive aristocratic luxuries, and if the spices are used too much at the banquet, the host will have face.

On the contrary, if there is only a little spice or even none, it will naturally be very face-saving.

And certain spices, such as cardamom, can be used from the skin to the core, as well as medicinal properties.

And because of the natural fragrance of spices, it can also be used to make perfumes in this era, or to cover up bad indoor smells, in short, it is very useful.

At the spice market in Tulga, Byron found a huge profit.

Taking the most expensive nutmeg as an example, the price of a bag of nutmeg in Tulga is about 800 dinars, and the nutmeg in a bag is about 10 pounds, which is almost 10 catties.

In Dehrim, the standard price of nutmeg is 1,100-1,200 dinars, which can be 100 dinars higher in Suno, and even 1,500 dinars when it is the highest in Parabun!

And what about the real cost of this thing?

Although it will not be revealed by insiders, Byron's pre-Voyage spice trade in the Age of Discovery would have cost no more than 10 dinars.

It is said that in order to maintain the huge profits of the spice trade, only one-fifth of the spices purchased each year will be put on the market, and the rest will be burned in one fire to avoid an excessive flood of spices and a depreciation of the market.

Therefore, there is no shortage of spices in the spice market, but the high spice tax and the high risk on the grassland have lowered the attractiveness of the spice trade, and it is not easy to sell the spices when they are shipped back, after all, there are really not many people who can afford to buy spices. Even the aristocracy didn't have this purchasing power.

If Byron had bought spices and brought them back, the profits might not have been as high as he thought, and it would not be easy to find the right buyer.

After a full circle in the market, Byron still hasn't put the price in the right place.

At this time, Kress also brought back a message.

Outside the city of Tulga, there is also a spice market, where merchants come from a variety of backgrounds and come from different sources of goods. Most of the time, though, they're not clean. Moreover, the quality of the things here is uneven, and it depends on luck whether you can find good goods.

However, things are cheap here!

After weighing the gains and losses for about ten seconds, Byron ignored Jamila's advice, sold the iron tools, and ran out of the city with the others.

"Gold and silver coins are forever stained with blood, so why fear that they will be dirty?"

As he was out of town, Byron spoke to Fatis and Jamila.

It takes two hours to get there on horseback from Tulga, and it is a large camp where at least a few hundred people gather every day during the peak of trade.

Some of these people were merchants and buyers, and the rest were coolies and soldiers.

And the conditions for entering this camp are very simple, no matter who you are, you only need to pay 30 dinars to enter. However, the pitiful point is that every time you enter, you have to pay such a sum of money, so people who come here will buy enough things at once.

"Welcome, welcome, need horses? I have the horses of the army of the former Nayan (Nayan: the title of lord of Kugit)..."

"Look at these lads, strong and young, and they can do a little bit of anything, take a few with them, each for 40 dinars."

"Dude, this is lancer armor, it really can't be cheaper... What the? You say there's blood on it? So what does it matter, do you want to buy it or not? ”

"What? Do you suspect it's stealing? No kidding, brother, we Kugits never do that kind of cowardly thing, we need what we need with a saber to get..."

The whole market was full of such conversations, and the smell of coagulated blood made Fatis and Jamila feel very uncomfortable, especially when they heard those conversations, and they showed disgusted expressions.

Alleyne kept as much distance as possible from the men, so as not to pick up the foul smell he imagined from them. He didn't know that although the Kuji people rarely bathed directly in the river, the Kugit herdsmen who spent their days with cattle, sheep, knives and bows were actually much cleaner than many Swadia rich peasants.

Kress didn't feel any discomfort, he was used to it. If someone who doesn't have long eyes comes over and wants to talk to her, this little girl can make them retreat with just one look.

"Jamila, this is 1000 dinars, you and Arein go buy some slaves, they don't look like Kujits."

Seeing that Jamila's eyes never left the place where the slave trade was held, Byron handed her a bag of gold coins.

He had seen the slaves before, locked behind the fence like pigs and sheep, chained hand and foot, pulled out one by one by slave traders to peddle to passers-by. The slaves' eyes wandered, but they seemed to have lost hope of escaping.

That's the real slave traders, they only sell captives or refugees who can't even pay the ransom, and once they get into their hands, they will never end well.

In addition to men, there are also many women, children and unskilled elderly people who will be "disposed of" in advance because they can't afford to sell. Salander's brothel would train boys and girls from an early age, and the sick children and old bones would give them the most pleasant way to die.

Jamila's eyes were full of sympathy, which also reminded Byron of his education before the time crossing, and of his naïve view of the world as a child.

In the end, he gave the money to Jamila and didn't tell her who to buy, everything was up to her.

Perhaps, this is not good for him, but sometimes, people can't decide something just because of the gain or loss.

Besides, 1,000 dinars is not a big number, so if you spend it, you can spend it, and there is nothing wrong with having more people. Moreover, Jamila and Fatis will also have a better impression of themselves because of this.

"Thank you, sir."

Jamila nodded, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she took the money bag with some excitement.

She walked briskly over there, like a little girl.

Alleyne sighed, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, and followed.

"John."

"What's the matter, sir?"

Byron shouted, and John, who was nearby watching a soothsayer demonstrate his "abilities," rushed over.

Now that he has become half a mercenary cavalryman, a quasi-level 5 soldier, with the blessing of the system, he can already live with Ellen in a dozen moves.

"You find two more people, go over there and take care of Ellen and them, this is not a place to live."

When Byron had finished speaking to John, he threw him a large silver coin, and then walked with Fatis to the stall with the large basket full of spices.