"Sir, can you say that again?"

"Well, Fatis, we're going south, we're going to Rhodoc..."

"Sir, I don't have a problem with you, but it's too risky."

Fatis shook his head and frowned at Byron's plan.

"Risk and profit go hand in hand. Fatis, I want to make a career, but first I have to be rich! Of course, we won't force our way across the border, so that's why I'm going to talk to you. ”

After Byron explained carefully, Fatis's expression was much softer, but still serious.

"Well, it's a bit of a different life than I imagined, but I don't hate the Rhodocs, and I don't hate the country in the south. In my eyes, they are no different from these chieftains of Swadia. ”

"If you insist, I'll go with you to Rhodok, but the roads on the border are blocked and must be passed by order of a lord."

Fatis looked at the map on the table and gestured with his hand. The blockade of the borders, as he speaks, occupies almost all the places where caravans can easily set foot.

"What if we go from the mountains? There is not suitable for the movement of the army, and the resistance should not be great. ”

Byron pondered for a moment, and pointed to the large mountainous area north of Rhodoc, which was sparsely populated and towering castles, which caravans avoided even in peacetime.

"Unfortunately, sir, this is not realistic. We weren't familiar with the place, and if we got lost, we probably wouldn't come. And whether it's the soldiers patrolling there or the savage bandits, you can easily wipe out this squad of yours. With all due respect, sir, they are just a bunch of farmers with weapons. ”

"I don't deny that."

Byron nodded, pressing his temple. He remembered how bad the soldiers had been when he had met the impostor knight.

"Then we can buy off the soldiers and nobles on the border?"

"It's not glamorous, but it does. As long as you can get the dinars, but I've heard that they have a lot of appetites, and the cost can be up to half the value of the goods. ”

Fatis remained true to his philosophy, but supported Byron's proposal.

"It doesn't matter, as long as we can cross the border, I believe we can earn that money back."

Although he didn't want his wallet to lose weight again, Byron was ready.

"Okay, but I hope you don't tell the soldiers in your team about it, leaving your country to go abroad, or the enemy country in the war, it's too demoralizing."

Later, when Byron and John talked about it, John agreed with Fatis's statement, and became even more pessimistic.

"If they knew we were going to Rhodoc, they would have fled out of fear, and they would have brought the equipment you gave them with them."

John was telling the truth, Byron had already begun to think from reality, from the soldier's point of view, about what they wanted and what they didn't want to do.

For a group of peasants and hooligans turned soldiers, it is not a good idea to suddenly tell them that they are going to take them to smuggle in enemy countries, after all, they do not get the most profits, but they have to take a lot of risks, and they may have to think about it themselves, life is the most important thing, and this sentence is the same for everyone in this era.

The following day, Byron bought 40 cans of olive oil from other oil mills in Suno, and the price was two and a half yuan, and the quality was acceptable. The olive oil in these thick yellow clay pots was loaded into the wagon, and Byron bought six pack horses from the horse dealer.

These were not cheap to carry goods and horses, and each of them was worth the price of a cow. After all, horses belong to strategic materials, and the price of military horses ridden by the army during combat is not less than 100 dinars, and the military horse captured by Byron and the equipment on his body can be sold for as little as 500 dinars in Suno.

In the kingdom of Svadia, good horses are often as expensive as full-body plate armor, and only noble lords can afford them.

Counting the previous 2 carts, Byron already had 5 carriages. Because they were filled with gas, Byron's new carriages were two horses per cart, and the price of the cart was no cheaper than that of a pack horse pulling it.

Since the number of vehicles has increased, Byron cannot always let his soldiers take care of his own chariots and horses, which will reduce the available manpower.

Byron hired three job-looking horsemen for a salary of 1 dinar a week, who had worked on the farm for half their lives, driven cattle and horses for more than ten years, and had enough experience to take care of the pack horses and wagons.

Because of the high salary, the two grooms, who were judged to be "farmers", also worked hard. Of course, Byron didn't forget to throw them a few hatcheters, which could not only defend themselves but also work.

As for the horse, Byron gave him to Phatis to ride and drive. Fatis thanked for this, and he was glad to have seen horses capable of fighting after leaving the army. And he was the only one in the team who knew how to serve this strong and delicate military horse, which was completely different from raising ordinary horses.

Of course, the way the horses came Byron was naturally fooled past...

After Byron had bought the rest of the field supplies, as well as barrels of clear water malt wine and whole bags of dry bread and preserved vegetables, Byron's cash had fallen to 400, but Byron thought it was worth it.

When it was time to rest that night, Byron invited Fatis to a bathhouse in the city to take a good bath in a large wooden barrel, which was one of the basic pleasures of life for Byron, who had lived in modern times for more than 20 years, but in this era taking hot baths was really the preserve of the rich and nobles. After all, the firewood and labor used to boil water are not a small expense.

But if you don't wash it, you can't do it, except for the two of them, the rest of the people in the team have lice on their bodies, and the sanitary condition is worrying. Byron didn't want to be like them.

However, if you ask all the soldiers to take a bath, it will probably cost you a few more silver coins, so Byron only invited Fatis, a teammate who was judged to be a [hero].

Both of them enjoyed the comfort of hot water and the refreshment of their bodies. That night, Byron rested very comfortably in the single room.

The next morning, Byron felt refreshed and fatigue vanished. He put on his shirt and knee-length robe, and with satisfaction mounted his old horse, he left Suno and headed south with his team.

The next stop is Uxhall, the largest city in the southern part of the kingdom.

There, Byron would make his final preparations and set off from there to the Rhodoc border to fulfill his plan to run a business and make money.