The less than a month spent in Cecil's collar was one of the most incredible experiences in Scarface's life.

He was born in the gutter of a border village in Leslie in the south, grew up in a nest of gangsters and beggars, mingled among the lowest strata of society, he stole and cheated, he worked hard, he fought countless fights, he was beaten miserably, he learned a few tricks of stealth with a blind and down-and-out mercenary, but he failed to become a professional because of his personal talent, he used to be a thug for a long time, But then, with his strength and shadow ability, he became the "superior person" in the gutter - and became the owner of a rotten bar.

He boasted that he had seen a lot of things, whether it was the squalor and dilapidated at the bottom of society, or the glamours of the aristocracy, he did not dare to say that he had experienced it all, but he dared to say that he had seen it all—at least from afar.

But in this land, he realized that his knowledge was too shallow after all.

Rumbling machines, well-disciplined troops, energetic lords, efficient and orderly officials, everything here is incredible.

And the training he received was just as incredible.

He remembered that not long ago, he and his party had been brought to this incredible place by the former boss, and then locked up in what looked like a barracks, and everyone was anxious, wondering what the great nobles here wanted to do with such a bunch of gutter rats, so that they had to keep people in the barracks—if it weren't for the boss's appearance, these people would have been deterred on the first day.

Then, there is intensive training and ...... Educate.

Every day, a different instructor comes to instill a variety of knowledge and skills in these people, intensive physical training is only the basics, and there are people who teach them how to use swords and magical magic items - these classes are taught by people who look like soldiers, and in the afternoon, there are people who do not look like soldiers, who are said to be night school teachers to teach them reading, reading, and arithmetic, and even some simple social etiquette.

These things are hard to learn, most people don't want to learn them at all, they never think they will need to be exposed to this knowledge one day, and the ability to read and write is not necessary for gutter rats - Scarface Anton thinks so at first, but in the end, everyone learns it head-on.

Because if they don't learn, what awaits them is a punitive physical exercise that will almost train people to death.

What's even more terrifying is that Amber will personally supervise them - the majesty of the eldest sister's head makes everyone dare not rise to resist.

Day and night training, day and night studying, exercising, practicing fighting, using weapons, reading and reading, Scarface Anton and his companions suffered from the beginning, and it took less than two weeks to gradually get used to it, and after adapting, they felt that this kind of life was actually not bad - although the training intensity was very high, the lord here ensured that everyone had broth and bread to eat every day, no matter how much these people could eat after a day of training, Anton and his friends never went hungry.

There was broth, bread, eggs, and everything was full, new clothes, and the dormitories were kept warm, so to speak, the benevolent lord gave everyone the best living conditions - just ask everyone to train and study according to the rules he set, which is quite a good deal, and it is much better to wait for death hungry in the ice and snow.

So Scarface Anton and his buddies persevered, learning as much knowledge and skills as they could, and now those guys who were once useless have learned to wash their faces and wash their hands on time, learn to dress neatly, learn how to disguise their identities and get along with people, and how to observe words and colors and pass information in the process...... That's what they've always done.

Of course, the training was far from over, and their literacy skills and professional knowledge of covert operations were half-hearted, but with more than half a month of physical exercise and adequate nutrition, these people were at least superficially like that - they could stand up straight, walk steadily, and calmly pretend to be merchants, knights, mages, and apprentices, and talk to people, which was enough for the first mission.

After the mission was read out, Amber assigned the batch of personnel to act and the direction they were responsible for, and then sent them the documents from Duke Gawain Cecil one by one.

"With these documents, you are decent men who have been commissioned by the Duke to do all kinds of work in the south, and you can go in and out of various towns without fear of being cross-examined, but as for how you are going to bring people back...... That's the test for you," Amber said unhurriedly as she watched her men rummage through the documents they had obtained over and over with excitement, and stood on the stage unhurriedly, "You'll get a sum of money for your operations, and that's enough for you to get people from other noble territories by buying fake certificates, forging mercenary documents, bribing guards, etc., but remember, I'll check the rest of your money when you come back - the more you have left, the higher the reward you'll get, but the ten people with the least money left, I want you to run around Knight Street fifteen times with a pumpkin on your head! Run at noon when there are the most people! Got it?! ”

Everyone said in unison: "Understood!!" ”

Scarface Anton and the first batch of military security intelligence trainees set off with the duke's identification documents, and at the same time, a large number of merchants carrying the "alchemical potion of Cecil" had begun to move throughout the southern border, they were originally loose and free traders, operating in various places and unorganized, but under Padraic's running efforts, the merchants were bought and persuaded one by one, and in the face of the lure of profit and the coercion of the duke's fame, they signed a contract with their surnames, It has become the tentacle of Cecil's Chamber of Commerce.

It soon became apparent to the merchants that signing up to join the Chamber of Commerce was not as risky as they had imagined—Duke Cecil was not just looking for an excuse to exploit the merchants, like other nobles, and he did not withhold goods or charge exorbitant extras, and President Padraic, as the Duke's representative, provided each dealer with sufficient and high-quality goods in full accordance with the standards set out in the contract, and was fair enough not to miscalculate any copper plate in the division of profits—a fantastic good thing.

Many members of the Chamber of Commerce were curious, curious about how those neatly packaged, stable quality, and huge quantities of alchemy potions were produced, but this was obviously Duke Cecil's secret, and smart merchants would not try to probe into the privacy of the great nobles, they were curious, but they still honestly fulfilled their duties as merchants, and concentrated on thinking about how to exchange these potions for sufficient profits.

The Cecil Chamber of Commerce stipulates in the contract the distribution price and sharing method of the potion, which cannot be changed at will, but as for how to sell the potion quickly, this is what small merchants who have been in business all their lives are good at thinking.

Viscount Carol in the central region of the South, the merchant Bob put the three bottles of alchemy potions as samples on the counter of the mercenary guild, and explained the origin and effect of these potions to the guild leader who had dealt with him several times, and behind him were several mercenary warriors who escorted him all the way from Kant Lead.

A merchant who had run to the mercenary's guild to sell potions had already attracted attention, and the mercenaries waiting for business in the hall with a fireplace were turning their eyes in the direction of the counter, and this was exactly what Bob wanted to see - whether the person in charge in front of him was interested in the potions or not, he had managed to get the mercenaries to pay attention, and that was his original purpose.

"I've heard of this potion, it's produced by the pioneer in the south, right?" After listening to Bob's words, the head of the guild frowned slightly, "It is said that it is a little worse than the regular alchemy potion, but the price is incredibly cheap...... Can this thing really be as good as you say? ”

"You can ask this warrior next to me," Bob leaned over and pointed to one of the mercenaries escorting him, "he's used potions." ”

"Old Golden Tooth, I can testify that this thing is a good thing!" The mercenary warrior, who looked a head taller than Bob, grinned, "See this new scar on my neck?" If it weren't for this potion, you would be able to see my name engraved on the board behind you! ”

"Rent a counter in the mercenary guild to sell medicine...... No one had done this before," the guild leader obviously trusted the mercenaries he knew, but he was still a little worried, he looked at the merchant in front of him, "You have to make sure that you really have a stable supply, and that the quality of the potions is the same as you said - most of the mercenaries are short-tempered, I don't want to wait for them to make trouble and smash your counter, and then I will have to find someone to scoop you up from the ground and pour you out." ”

"Merchants are about credibility," Bob casually pulled out a supply agreement from the Chamber of Commerce, and patted it on the counter, "See for yourself, this is the document I signed with Duke Cecil - the Duke himself signed!" You should know this emblem, right? ”

In this way, a business was negotiated.

Watching the guards he brought leave after settling the commission, Bob squinted his eyes, as if he saw that the entire mercenary guild was full of walking silver coins, and he began to look forward to the day when he saved enough money to buy his own shop in Carroll's territory, and became a merchant, according to Mr. Padraic's promise, the Cecil Chamber of Commerce would provide an additional monetary assistance to each dealer who was ready to purchase a store, and would send personnel to assist as the case may be—Bob knew very well, The person who came to help was actually the Duke's eyeliner, who came to stare at him, but what was the problem?

From the day he became a member of Cecil's Chamber of Commerce, Bob the Merchant knew that he was running the Duke's estate, and that he would even be a part of the Duke's estate, and what nobleman would not send someone to keep an eye on his estate?

As long as there are solid gold and silver coins, there is nothing wrong with becoming a noble eagle dog.