Manid is back, in this hot, damn weather.

The horsemen had just returned from the cold north, and they were busy on their way, and several of them were sick, and they were anxious enough to make Phatis anxious for fear of some kind of plague.

Of course, Byron knows that a small cold is still easy to treat.

It's just that the medical conditions are a little worse, and I have to be raised in semi-isolation for ten days and half a month. As for medical expenses, Byron was fully reimbursed.

And for the cavalry who participated in this run, Byron gave a suitable bonus.

Because Manid brought back, but a large amount of Saggs linen and 33,000 dinars.

After selling all the linen on a long wagon, and then cutting out the share given to Manid, Byron made 15,000 dinars, and with the principal and the money he had left, Byron now had 40,000 dinars in his hands, and was still very rich.

However, according to Manid's meaning, there is no time to run merchants in the short term, because after this period of caravan running, there is no shortage of all kinds of goods in these commercial cities of Calradia, and there is no profit to be made on the trade routes.

It is often these months of the year that make money, so Byron has no regrets. On the contrary, Manid was very happy because he had brought back from Kulau two blacksmiths who had five or six years of experience and were able to craft weapons and equipment for military purposes.

He invested 5,000 dinars to build a blacksmith shop that could produce armor and weapons, hired a few local apprentices, and if successfully completed and put into production, he could make enough weapons to arm fifty infantry and twenty sets of armor every month. They weren't professional swordmakers and armor makers, so they couldn't make the full-body plate armor that Byron had always wanted, but it was no problem to make equipment that armed ordinary soldiers.

After a period of buying and protecting caravans and clearing out bandits, Byron's popularity rose by 15 points again, and Decherim's high society began to take Byron seriously.

This time, the Golden Hand family couldn't bear it. The young man, who had been there at the last time they had met, approached Byron and asked him about the establishment of a blacksmith's shop.

"Please be seated."

Byron and Manid sat on opposite sides of the table, Manid looked at the list of goods and the profit statement of the store that Byron had invested in, while Byron was looking at the book with his legs crossed, neither of them paying attention to him. Only Fatis, who was wearing armor and accompanied by a long sword, said this casually, and then sat down on the third and last chair on the first floor.

The representative of the Golden Hand family looked around, but was embarrassed that there were no other seats in the room. He stood like this for at least ten seconds before Byron "noticed" the situation.

"Oh, look at my head, Fatis, we'll have to find a place for the guests to sit."

"That's right, sir, that's a faux pas."

Fatis patted his head and walked upstairs, then he brought down a chair of average quality, placed it in front of the representative of the golden hand, and sat back down himself.

The representative looked up and saw the upstairs door that hadn't been closed, and Alleyne, who was sitting in the room sharpening his axe. The other party also seemed to look at him, and his attitude was very arrogant, which was very in line with the attitude of many nobles when they came into contact with commoners.

The messenger sat down, and at this time he found that his chair was a little shorter than the other's, so he felt very bad.

Byron poured him a glass of wine and handed it to him, then ignored him and talked to Fatis and Manid about the recent training of the troops. How many swords, how much armor, how many horses. How many soldiers could take part in the battle, and which bandit team was routed in such and such a place.

"I know your intentions, please tell Mr. Kanade, I will not break the previous agreement, and the profits of my blacksmith shop will be shared with him, and the Kanade family and we are still in a cooperative relationship. If there is anything else, please come to us and talk about it. ”

Byron got up and made a send-off gesture.

"By the way, by the way, Mr. Golden Hand, the gang of bandits who harassed his caravan before has been killed by us, and if he likes, I can give him the head of the bandit leader."

When Byron had finished speaking, he turned and went upstairs, while Fatis got up to see off the guests.

On the way home of this young representative of the golden hand, he felt that someone was following him again.

.........

"This is an insult to us, an insult to the Golden Hand family!"

The young man stood in front of the golden hand, and his angry hands burst into bruises, he had never suffered this treatment, even a nobleman would give him a little face, where was it like today, he almost didn't say a word, he was humiliated by the other party, and then he came back.

"It's an insult to you, yes, and it makes me lose face."

Jin put down the letter in his hand, and his rough palm rubbed a few times and spread out in front of him.

"But it's precisely because you went that they did this, and he accused me of not going in person."

Golden Hand smiled, not angry.

He knew very well that if he went in person, the other party's attitude would be completely different.

He had just finished reading the letter, and the group of bandit mercenaries he had bought to settle his rivals in the wilderness was bumped into by Byron's peony mercenaries when they were threatening to raid a newly established caravan that did not know how to do it. The robber army of more than 60 people was surrounded by a large group of cavalry and infantry, and almost all the troops were wiped out in the first battle. The opponent lost only 7 infantry and 2 hussars, received a bounty, and sold all the captured prisoners.

Of course, he didn't think it was just a coincidence, he already had his spies in the city, and although he didn't have much experience and was easy to expose, he still gathered information very quickly.

The other party's caravan returned, made a lot of money, and gave a cart of linen as a gift to the Golden Hand family. Of course, this cart of flax was mixed with a dozen fingers, which naturally belonged to his mercenaries.

This young man named Byron is provoking him, but he does not completely tear his skin with him, and even maintains a certain amount of cooperation, and will also stand with them for the weaker merchant forces to demand that the other party abide by Dehrim's "business rules".

The reason why the other party treated his envoy like this today was also because the other party wanted to have a face-to-face conversation with him, and not be notified by one of his family members like a subordinate, even if this member was his own nephew.

"You're still young, and there's no harm in putting up with it a little more. You know, this von Byron had to bow his head in front of us two months ago, but now, no matter what we think, they are going to be on our footing. ”

Golden Hand stood up, wine in hand, and just smiled at his nephew's puzzled look.

"Balahid (the robber captain hired by the Golden Hand family) was beheaded by him, and Root also made peace with the kid and started stealing business with us, that fat man has always been like this, and greed will ruin him sooner or later."

"But we're not at war yet, and it's not good for us. Moreover, he needs our help in some places. Remember our family motto, "Gold is a hand, the rich are friends." "In front of the merchants, there is nothing that gold can't solve."

"Get the carriage ready, my nephew, I'm sure they'll entertain us well, and maybe they're waiting for me now."