Thirty tonnes of unsalable grapes were sold from the farm at Hillsbride to a nearby winery for one hundred and eighty gold coins, and after a process of maceration, separation, juice and fermentation, the thirty tons of grapes were turned into fifteen tons of freshly brewed wine, which were packed in three hundred large roasted oak barrels, and then wholesaled to merchants waiting outside the winery for one gold and thirty-five silver coins each. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Normally, small merchants would buy one or two barrels of wine, load them in their own wagons, and sell them in taverns in nearby towns, but this time, the three hundred barrels of new wine and some old wine were all bought by some whimsical fellow.

The fellow from the south wanted to transport them all to the capital of the kingdom of Lordaeron in order to make a huge difference, and he hired nearly a hundred wagons and a huge convoy to transport the goods all the way to Dalaran.

Although the city of Lordaeron could be reached overland via the Silver Pine Forest, the path in the forest was not easy to follow, the distance was much farther away, and it had to pass through the territory of Gilneis, a country with high tariffs on liquor in transit.

As a result, Loch Lordamere became the best choice for freight, and the whimsical southern merchant transported hundreds of barrels of his wine to the Larans wharf, rented an expensive warehouse, and wandered around the wharf to find a merchant ship large enough to hire the owner to help him transport the goods for a few dozen gold coins.

The docks are full of flat-bottomed boats, most of which don't even have cabins, let alone large warehouses for dozens of tons of cargo.

Lake Lordanmere was so prosperous that the merchant thought that the harbor was full of three-masted galleons, just like his hometown...... But it didn't matter much, and he began to contact the small boat owners, hoping to form a fleet to transport his cargo.

However, the shipowners refused to negotiate with the merchants - Lordaeron, who had lost its king, fell into chaos, and many of the desperate people started their own businesses on the lake, and the shipowners were now only willing to sail in the waters of Dalaran to deliver some necessities and tools to the seven islands.

A handful of shipowners who were willing to take the risk offered high prices that were unaffordable for merchants—even when the number of ships heading north could increase the price of goods by a large margin.

The merchant and his goods were trapped in Dalaran, and as the days went by, he could not wait any longer, and he had to sell off his inventory and return the gold coins in order to pay the increasingly terrible interest on the loan.

Dalaran is a large and prosperous city, and naturally it is possible to digest a huge amount of liquor, but the merchant from the south has not yet established a business reputation and sales channels, and even if he lowers the price to the point of barely maintaining costs, his wine is rarely cared for...... Local wine merchants have their own sources of goods, and Dalaran, which is adjacent to Hillsbrad, doesn't need to worry about supply.

While the merchant was busy selling his goods to the tavern owners in the city, and it was hard to sell a barrel or two of old wine all day, a three-masted armed merchant ship sailed into the harbor in the evening.

In the merchant's hometown, a ship of more than two hundred tons could only be called a small boat, but when he stood in the harbor and looked up at the black muzzle of the galleon, named Roca, he felt as if she were bigger than a thousand-ton warship, and when the people on board landed in the dinghy, he could not wait to jump on the pontoon and wave at them.

"Let's go, human."

The goblin with the tricorne hat jumped off the ship, and a human boy and a dwarf followed him, "Hammer, go to the blacksmith shop and buy some weapons, I heard when I came, it's not quiet in the north...... Although I don't think anyone would dare to provoke our twelve-door cuties. ”

"Captain, I don't call it Hammer."

The dwarf's big mouth, covered in a long beard, moved, and said in a dull voice, "My name is ......"

"Whatever you call it Hammer, go!"

Sinbad straightened the brim of his hat, and in his opinion, the dwarves had to have a 'hammer' in their names anyway, and he waved his hand at the human boy behind him, "Tom, let's go and find out where the unlucky ones are selling cheap goods, and I want to let the ship's lady know how wise it is to hire me...... Whether it's sailing, artillery battles, or trading, my experience points are full of stars. ”

"Mr. Captain, my name is William......"

"Shut up, Charlie."

"Yes, Captain."

……

The captain of the other party was actually a goblin, and the merchant from the south hesitated, knowing that the first rule of doing business in an unfamiliar place was to never cooperate with a goblin...... He followed behind the goblin to take another look.

Sinbad walked around the cargo docks, fishing gear, timber, improvised tools, and rough crystal mines, all of which were not suitable for trafficking into Lordaeron, but there were some good iron ores, but they were too few in quantity.

"Sir, are you going to Lordaeron?"

The merchant finally couldn't hold back and came up to ask Sinbad, and after seeing the latter's nod, he said, "I have a lot of wine, nearly four hundred barrels, maybe we can work together......"

He was no longer willing to sell his goods, but wanted to hire the three-masted galleon in the harbor.

Sinbad glanced the merchant up and down a few times, he beckoned to William, who bent down and whispered, and then raised his voice again, "Go Charles, I'm going to go with this gentleman to see his goods, and come to me as soon as I'm done." ”

The boy glanced at the merchant, nodded, and ran away.

Leaving the noisy cargo dock, Sinbad followed the merchant to the warehouse area a little farther away, and when he saw the large barrels piled up in the warehouse, he walked up and put his ear close to the barrels, knocking and sniffing them, as if checking the goods.

"I want to hire your ship, Mr. Captain, to deliver me and my cargo safely to the city of Lordaeron, and I will pay you a hundred gold coins, thirty in advance, and seventy in the after."

The merchant brought a small wooden barrel to the table, unscrewed the lid and poured two glasses of wine, handing one of them to the goblin, "I see your ship, which can sail at ten knots when the wind is downwind...... It only takes less than three days to earn a hundred gold coins, which is a good deal. ”

"I'm sorry, but the boat isn't mine, I'm just a poor old goblin."

Sinbad drank the wine from his glass, and without giving a positive answer, began to talk about his past adventures, "I used to have my own ship, I sailed everywhere, and I dreamed of building a fleet of my own...... Misfortune struck, and I got into trouble with the trade kings of Zangar, and all four of my galleons were sunk in a battle of no honor. ”

Noticing the dust gathering in the warehouse, Sinbad smiled, and he stretched out the hook in his hand and shook it at the merchant, "My hand was also lost in that battle. ”

The merchant didn't want to listen to the goblin in front of him, he just wanted to make a deal quickly, and if he set off now, he still had to make money.

Just as he was about to add the shipping fee to one hundred and twenty gold coins, William knocked on the door of the warehouse. (To be continued.) )