"I think it's a good job as a corpse collector. First, almost all the inhabitants of the city were far away from the corpse collectors, and regarded them as unclean people and messengers of souls.

As long as they appeared pushing the cart, no one wanted to approach, and even when they heard the creaking of the wheels, everyone avoided it. ”

"Second, corpse collectors are the only profession in the city that can hang out freely during the night curfew. The sheriff never interrogated them, let alone searched. The corpse truck may seem simple, but it can actually hide a lot of things. ”

"Third, the corpse collector can freely enter and exit the city gate with a cart. The guards never asked why they were going in and out. There is no such condition for someone else. ”

To sum up, Powell suggested to his friend Johnson: "If we use arcane to disguise ourselves as corpse collectors, we can save a lot of trouble."

In addition, the corpse collector also has a special job, which is to contain patients with malignant diseases in the territory. For example, no one dares to approach a person who has leprosy.

According to the rules of the Buchi family, the corpse collector was responsible for transporting patients with serious diseases reported from all over the country to the border by horse-drawn cart to wait for death. There are no inspections required along the way.

As long as you get a wagon to collect the corpses, you don't have to walk ten days from the Banshee Citadel to Fog Town. We don't have to be so tired. ”

In the quiet night, in front of the oil lamp in the hotel room, Powell made a plan, and Johnson nodded again and again, "Yes, why didn't I think of it, your idea is good." We bought too little this time, and we didn't make a lot of money.

I've kept an eye out for the spell shops in Coldwind City, where they are extremely well stocked. Now because the trade route is cut off, a bottle of high-grade spell casting materials is transported to the Banshee Castle, and the price is directly increased by seven or eight times, or even more than ten times. The profits are too high.

It's a pity that we don't have enough money. If you can buy tens of thousands of gold coins at one time and transport them in a horse-drawn cart, you will definitely make a fortune. ”

Dudu was originally gnawing on the magic gem on the table, but when he heard the discussion between the two, he sneered and said, "You can all think of such a simple way, but others can't think of it?" When your wagon hits the road, I'm afraid you'll find it full of corpse collectors. ”

Johnson was stunned again, and had to admit that this was extremely likely. Ten times the profit will stimulate people's infinite creativity, and by the way, break through all the bottom limits.

Powell continued: "So we have to move fast and make enough money all at once before anyone else does." And we've got to get enough money. ”

"You're going to borrow loan sharks again?" Johnson is still terrified when he thinks about the daily interest rate of his previous loan. "My illusion hut can't mortgage tens of thousands of gold coins."

Powell lowered his voice again and said in a deep voice: "So we have to privately pull people into the shares, the nobles in the city are rich, and the wizards are even more generous." Not to mention tens of thousands of gold coins, hundreds of thousands can be raised.

We have a proven track record of successful shipments and they will definitely trust us. And the more people you pull, the more stable the business will be. Everybody has to come and make it easy for us.

Now that the Buchi family is blocking the trade routes and preventing everyone from getting rich, there are too many people in the city who secretly complain. As long as we are willing to come forward, there must be people who are willing to cooperate.

Maybe we'll be lucky enough to get millions of gold coins in payment. Running back and forth, ten times the profit is tens of millions of income. As long as we can earn a little bit of it, we'll send it. ”

Tens of millions, I can't think of it!

Powell has built a beautiful money-making scenario that makes Johnson breathe and stop. The two looked at each other, as intoxicated as lovers, so excited that their flesh trembled, and they couldn't control themselves.

It's just that......

Dudu muttered beside him, "You have scraped together all your savings, embezzled the funds for the operation, and mortgaged the loan sharks, but you raised 1,500 gold coins, and only made 6,000 gold coins from changing hands."

This blink of an eye thinks about tens of millions of business, how should I evaluate your brains? Or do you have no brains. ”

Shut up!

The two of them scolded Dudu angrily at the same time, and they were boiling with enthusiasm, and they didn't like to listen to depressing words. They clenched their fists for a while, rubbed their hands for a while, and continued to discuss the details with red faces, and they really wanted to do a big deal.

"I'll go to the Wizard's Tara Shares, and ask a few nobles by the way. Wizards must be willing to source better magical materials, and this is what they must. ”

"I'm going to find the corpse collector, and the disguise must be done sufficiently, and there must be no flaws. Strive to earn enough gold coins at a time that we can't spend for several years, and our lives will be easy in the future. ”

It was Johnson who pulled the shares, and this matter tested the lip service of PPT. Powell was a secret agent, and he was in charge of liaising with the corpse collectors. After the two finished the division of labor, they did what they said, and went out with confidence the next day.

Powell first went to the grain store in the city to buy more than a dozen catties of grain. Collectors are at the bottom of the extremely poor social ladder, and most grain stores are reluctant to sell food to them.

A bag of grain and a few silver coins should be exchanged for the other party's gratitude.

The corpse collectors live in a very remote area, belonging to the slums of slums. Even the villains in the city didn't bother to bully them, for fear of getting into bad luck.

After much questioning, Powell found a dilapidated house near a civilian cemetery. The black house is made entirely of wooden planks. Some planks are rotten, so they have to be nailed back like patches.

The house leaked on all sides, and there seemed to be people inside through the gaps in the wooden planks. Powell didn't find the window, he stood in the doorway and kicked it.

The doors are also made of wooden panels. There are no door hinges, so you can only move them by hand to block the doorway. This door is not tightly closed, and it is not much better than a pigsty.

Powell shouted a few times outside the door, and a hunchbacked corpse collector came out to look at him a few times, and asked timidly: "Master, what do you command?" ”

"I have something for you to do." Powell glanced into the black hole and gave up on going inside. He threw the sack of grain on the ground and said, "Take this sack of oats first, as my advance payment for you." ”

Seeing that Powell didn't mean to come in, the hunchbacked corpse collector also breathed a sigh of relief. The other corpse collectors in the room quickly packed up the wheat bread they had just eaten and replaced it with their usual batter.

The hunchbacked collector did not refuse, and dragged the bag of oats into the house very neatly. He looked up at Powell and smiled, revealing his toothless mouth and said, "Master, what do you want us to do?" ”

"Help me get some cargo from the north and deal with the searches along the way. I know that you have a carriage for transporting patients with serious diseases, and you can run around the country unhindered. Just run once, and I'll pay you ten gold coins. ”

This reward is unimaginable compared to the ordinary income of the corpse collector, but the hunchbacked corpse collector smiled without thinking: "Master, now there are interception checkpoints everywhere in and outside the city.

We'll be happy to help, but the prepaid bag of oats isn't enough. Cows and horses can't work hungry, so you have to be more generous. ”

Powell's face turned cold, and he stared at the ugly face of the hunchbacked corpse collector in anger. But the other party did not back down in the slightest, obviously made up his mind not to slaughter nothing, and a hundred gold coins afterwards was not as good as a gold coin beforehand.

Powell had to take out two more gold coins as a deposit, and the two sides agreed on a follow-up meeting. But when he had left the hut, the hunchbacked corpse collector said to the other companions:

"This guy isn't a good guy, I smell that 'vicious dog' smell of him on him."