In the afternoon, Harold left Maple Leaf City alone. At this point, he was empty-handed, and the two chests of gold he had brought with him had been left with York Collar, and he would find a way to transport them to the north.

Now Harold was walking in the southern suburbs of the city, and he had a little tiredness on his face.

"The Elma people are about to act, and it's White Day. For a period of time from that day onwards, no matter what happened in the Papal Territory, they would not have time to send people to help me. Harold thought silently, and a cold winter wind blew, and he had to tighten his gray cloak with his hand and quicken his pace.

He estimated that he had walked for about twenty minutes, and when he reached the edge of a forest, a carriage was already waiting for him.

Leke Bryan was sitting in the driver's seat of the carriage when he saw Harold approaching, and he immediately waved his hand.

Harold walked briskly, untied a bag from his waist and handed it to Leke Bryan.

"It's your pay. Mr. Leke Bryan, you deserve it. ”

Leke Bryan took the bag, only to find that it was much heavier than he had expected. He quickly opened the bag, and found that it was twice as much as the promised reward, and it contained a full amount of gold worth one hundred and sixty gold coins.

"Mr. Harold? This ....." Leke Bryan looked up, only to see that Harold had an extra piece of paper in his hand.

"The extra eighty gold coins are my stake in you. What exactly do you do with this money, we divide the account between 28, and I 20 and you 8. ”

Leke Bryan was a little unsteady on his feet, and he climbed out of the carriage and bowed deeply to Harold.

From fear and suspicion, to trust and worship, to now deep gratitude.

Leke Bryan understands that the path of his life has changed, and that a weed-like man like him can thrive if he is given more sunshine and rain.

"Stop, stop, don't be so exaggerated! Straighten up and sign the account-sharing agreement. Harold urged.

Leke Bryan quickly straightened his back, took the pen and paper and ink with both hands, signed his name on the agreement, and pressed the handprint.

"Mr. Harold, I ..... I don't know how to thank you enough! Is it my good fortune? ”

"Hmph." Harold chuckled. "It's not for any special reason, it's just that I look up to you. I think if you give you some opportunities, you might be able to create even more value than I expected. I'm not a saint who gives bread and milk, but I just think that supporting you will be of lasting benefit to me. ”

"I see." Leke Bryan nodded solemnly.

Harold signs his name on the agreement, and Leke peeks over, only to see that the handwriting is a bit ugly.

He also pressed his thumb on the ink, and was about to press his handprint on the agreement, when he suddenly asked, seemingly casually, "Mr. Leke Bryan, what are you going to do next?" ”

Leke Bryan immediately lifted his spirits, and he said thoughtfully, "The next step is to leave the Sarga Empire first. ”

"Oh?"

"Now that the Salga Empire is experiencing a civil war, the central government has lost control again, and there are countless careerists and profiteers who intend to take advantage of the collapse of the order of the Salga Empire for profit. The deal between the Lamir family and us in the southwest is just the tip of the iceberg, and there are many more conspiracies underneath the surface of the sea to hollow out this ancient empire! "Leke Bryan has a small capital, and his head is more active." It seems to me that in the near future, the lands of the Sarga Empire will inevitably be stained red by the blood of the riots.

"That's a good point." Harold whispered praise.

However, seeing that Harold had no intention of giving himself a halt, Leke Bryan continued: "Leave the empire and go to the small kingdom in the south. The capital of one hundred and sixty gold coins was abundant, but it was not sufficient for a large volume of goods, such as cotton, grain, timber, and the like. So all the way south, I'm supposed to be in the small batch sugar business. Because of the impact of the turmoil in the north, the rise in the price of such goods is also an inevitable trend. As long as I do a good job of trading along the way, by the time I reach the Southern Kingdom, my capital may exceed two hundred gold coins. At that time, you will use that money to choose what business to do. ”

"When you smell a storm, do you want to get out of the storm area before the storm arrives, and try to fatten yourself before you reach your new habitat? You're a very good new carnivore. Harold said softly, and he solemnly pressed his handprint on the paper.

Then, Harold took out another piece of paper from his arms and threw it to Leke Bryan, who took it steadily, he opened the note, looked at the contents, and asked with some confusion: "Mr. Harold, this is...?" Is this a recipe for several condiments? ”

"Yes! I will write to you in the future to send you these recipes, and I believe that these condiment recipes, if used properly, can bring good profits. ”

"I see!" Although Leke Bryan didn't quite understand the effect of these condiments, he trusted the judgment of the person in front of him. Carefully put the note into his arms.

He had something more long-term in mind, and he had nothing to hide from Harold.

"When I go to the small kingdom in the south, I will adapt it to the tastes of the locals. And this recipe can't be hidden, and if you want to expand production, you will inevitably need a lot of shops and workers, and they will also know the secrets of these recipes. So be sure to have an advantage in business before the secrets of these seasonings spread out. Mr. Harold's help may also be needed at that time. ”

Harold nodded his head and replied, "No problem, I'll keep in touch with you by letter." ”

Harold jumped into the carriage and he lay down on a haystack.

Leke Bryan sat in the driver's seat of the carriage.

"I remember going south there would be five three-way junctions. When I got to the fourth junction, I got out of the car and went back to College Town. You can drive the carriage directly to the Southern Kingdom. ”

"Understood, Lord Harold."

"Huh?"

"Oh no. is my esteemed partner, Mr. Harold Vaasa. ”

"Hmm. I'll leave it to you for the return of this trip, my collaborator, Leke Brian. ”

"Okay." Leke Bryan raised his horsewhip and shouted, "Ride!" ”

As the carriage headed south, Harold lay on the haystack, looking at the clear winter sky with his legs crossed.

"The storm is coming. On stormy days, sleeping is the most comfortable. But it's so good that he can't die, and the clothes are still left outside one by one and confiscated back. You'll need to pack up when you get back to College Town. ”

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Readers, you can review the prophetic poem in chapter 10!