"You said you wanted to work with us?"

Sifu looked at Roy Brando, the leader of the caravan who had dealt with the tribe many times, and his fingers with sharp nails tapped the bone staff lightly: "You want to sell our fruit pulp for the Raven Clan?" ”

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Gar, Olkash and the others, and under the scrutinizing gaze of the old leader, the orcs all lowered their heads and looked at their chests, as if they had divulged the great secrets of the tribe.

"I beg your pardon, Elder."

Roy bowed slightly, he had never spoken face-to-face with the true leader of the Stone Crow Clan before, and anyone should be respectful of a spellcaster who might be an archmage: "It's not their fault, your warriors are just too upright to see us suffer from the curse." ”

He explained to the orcs who had traveled with him to the Duru Basin, hoping to win their favor.

"Your Excellency, I have been feeling guilty since the last accident, and to be honest, I am very sympathetic to your misfortunes, and I always hope to find a way to make up for my mistakes."

Roy wiped away the non-existent tears and looked grief-stricken: "But I'm just an ordinary businessman, what can I do but pray to the gods day and night?" ”

"But today, I've found a way to repay you."

His expression changed from sadness to excitement again: "As long as you can give the fruit pulp to my caravan to sell, I, Roy Brando, would like to swear by my honor that in the near future, I will definitely bring you a great fortune to improve the current situation of the Stone Crow Clan." ”

The old chief did not answer.

In fact, Roy was not talking to a wizard, but Caesar in a lair on the top of the mountain, and Sifu connected with the Black Dragon through a psychic link, and then relayed Caesar's words through his mouth.

There was a moment of silence, and in between, Roy kept staring intently at the expression on the old orc's face, speculating on his thoughts.

"It's impossible to give you the formula, it's a secret that our Stone Crow Clan has passed down since ancient times." Said the old orc.

"The secrecy of the fart."

Roy slandered, I don't know if this damn orc clan has appeared in the wilderness for two hundred years, God knows if you stole the recipe for which evil dragon was a dependent, and you are still talking about secrets with a shy face, which is even more hypocritical than humans.

He didn't expect that he would be so close to the truth with a random guess.

Having said that, Roy also knew that it was not realistic to pry the fruit pulp recipe out of the mouths of these orcs, and the hope was quite slim, so he was not too entangled, he nodded lightly, and the lines came out of his mouth: "I understand this, I have a lot of respect for the customs and taboos of the major clans." ”

"Although I am just an ordinary merchant, I still have a lot of friends in the northern countries, as long as you can hand over the finished products to me for sale, I believe that with my hands, tons of grain will come to the Stone Crow Clan in the near future."

Such a conclusive promise seemed to make the old orc Sifu a little relieved, and he answered and said, "How many points?" ”

How many percent?

Roy was stunned, "sharing" is a rather fashionable business model in the northern countries, generally only in the economically developed southern and sea trade, while in the relatively backward northern countries, merchants sell goods for others, generally using the model of regular commissions.

He originally thought that once the Stone Crow Clan handed over the fruit pulp to him, there would be nothing to do with these stupid orcs, and the orcs had no way of knowing the situation on the market, so he could hire a professional merchant to talk nonsense at will.

At that time, he can also directly embezzle the proceeds, and these dirty and low-intelligence orcs only deserve to follow behind and drink some soup.

Unexpectedly, the word "divide" would pop out of the mouth of the short-sighted orc, and the wisdom and solidity of this old fellow were beyond imagination, causing his originally clear thoughts to be a mess and he needed to reconsider the plan.

Roy fell into a brief silence.

However, he is also one of the heirs of the big family, and he quickly sorted out the clues.

"One thing is undeniable: the pulp is indeed painstakingly brewed by the orcs."

Soon, Roy had a plan in his heart, and said tentatively: "But let me remind you that I am responsible for the transportation of goods and the sales to the northern countries, and it is not easy to build trade channels in various countries from scratch. ”

"So, I want the three to be divided, and the Stone Crow Clan to be divided into three, do you agree?"

He finished his words in one breath, mixed with many obscure words that the orcs simply couldn't understand, in order to confuse the old wizard and agree to his terms.

Unexpectedly, this old guy didn't care what he said at all, and immediately shook his head and refused: "No, the Stone Crow Clan is seventy percent." ”

"How is this possible!"

Roy seemed to be taken aback, with a frightened expression on his face: "Friend, please understand me, I am just a businessman, and it is not easy to sell foreign things to the northern countries, and those city guards and nobles in the country are vampires............ I need at least sixty percent. ”

"Seventy percent of the Stone Crow Clan, thirty percent of humans."

The old orc was unmoved, and insisted that he would never change: "If you don't agree with this, you can completely cancel this cooperation." ”

At this time, it shows the effect of Caesar's previous arrangement, if the Stone Crow Clan takes the initiative to find humans and ask for the sale of summer grass, they will definitely be suppressed to death, even if the summer grass is profitable, it will be exploited to the point that only a layer of skin remains.

As a result, he designed for the caravan to discover the fruit pulp brewed by the orcs "by coincidence", and then couldn't resist the temptation to take the initiative to speak.

No matter how clever Roy is, as long as Caesar doesn't let go, there is nothing he can do.

In the end, Roy still couldn't resist the huge benefits of summer grass, and agreed to reach an agreement with the Stone Crow Clan, the tribe would provide the finished summer grass pulp, and the caravan would be responsible for going to the northern countries to sell it, and the vested interests would be divided into forty or sixty, and the Stone Crow Clan would account for sixty percent.

"Let us, then, sign together, in the witness of the God of truth."

The old orc's words gave Roy the last glimmer of hope, and he gritted his teeth, considering that this was a no-capital business after all, even if it was only forty percent, it was better than no income, so he reluctantly signed the name of "Roy Brando" on the contract.