Class is everywhere, even if it is the same class, there are also high and low. The middle-aged people who came over, although they were wearing aristocratic robes, were a little old, and even some parts had faintly turned white, obviously worn for a long time, and they were reluctant to throw them away. In a situation like this, either he is a very simple nobleman, or he is a broken nobleman. From the perspective of the living habits and class pride of the aristocracy, it is obvious that the latter is more likely.

However, even the dilapidated aristocracy is not an object that ordinary businessmen can offend. Seeing the middle-aged man coming over, Jetra greeted him, bent down humbly, and smiled flatteringly: "Your Excellency, Gui'an." I am Jadedra, the head of this caravan, and I am glad to serve you. ”

With a humble demeanor and humble language, a slightly satisfied smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged nobleman who still looked old: "Well, you look good." I heard that a caravan from outside the city had good furs for sale, so I came to see it. ”

Jetra does have good furs for sale here, there should be customers coming to the door, it should be a good thing, but he can only sigh in his heart, he has been a businessman since he was a child, and he has already practiced the ability to observe faces, and he knows that such a nobleman is the most difficult, not to mention putting on a shelf, buying things is also desperate to reduce the price to death, it is good to sell at the cost price, and some even let the seller give him the goods.

Jetra bent down to talk to the middle-aged nobleman, not at all as arrogant as when he talked to Chen Xiansong yesterday. There is no way to do this, even if this declining nobleman does not have much money, even if Jetra is richer than him, but the merchants have no status, no matter how much money they have, they dare not speak out loud in front of the nobles.

Chen Xiansong looked at the situation and shook his head slightly, he took a few water bags to the cage. Hand it to the poor female slaves who were sweating in the sun. When he arrived in the city, there should be an association of soul thinkers here, but Chen Xiansong didn't dare to 'report' casually, in case the president here was a person from Riccardo, wouldn't he be in the mouth of a tiger again.

"You really don't get tired of doing this kind of thing." Mo Li ran to Chen Xiansong's side again at some point, he looked at the female slaves in the cage, and showed a look of disgust: "These people are very dirty and ugly, but you can look at them directly for nothing, without any contempt." Do they remind you of the painful days when you didn't become a flower man before? That's why you're so nice to them. ”

"You seem to be interested in everything I do?" Chen Xiansong did not answer him, but asked the other party. Did he want to explain to a person in the feudal era what humanistic care was! He felt that there was no way to change this world, so it was not too difficult to do something small and good within his ability.

An inexplicable expression appeared on Morley's honest face: "Father said that anyone is good at something. We are not like soul-contemplators, who can observe through observation. Drawing inferences from others has taught you a lot. Therefore, whenever we encounter something we don't understand, we must ask more. ”

"Your father was very insightful." Chen Xiansong was a little surprised: "This is not like the idea that ordinary people should have. ”

"This is a family motto passed down from our ancestors." Speaking of this, Morley is very proud: "He was a big man hundreds of years ago, but he is a deep thinker." Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of what Chen Xiansong had said when he first woke up. Rolled his eyes: "He's not an imposter like you. ”

Chen Xiansong laughed, there was no need for him to fight with such a little ghost. Morley seemed to see Chen Xiansong's perfunctory and was a little unhappy. At this time, Jaedra seemed to have negotiated a deal with the middle-aged nobleman, and he shouted, "Morley." Take a few men and bring a cart of furs to Lord Geralt's house. ”

Mo Li answered, he walked a few steps, suddenly turned around, and said to Chen Xiansong: "You also come along, just eat and don't work, just like the waste, I heard that the flower men are lazy people, you better move too, otherwise you will become fat, and you will not be able to sell for any money." ”

"I'm in charge of teaching you how to write, but I'm not idle." Although Chen Xiansong said this, he still followed.

The man who escorted the fur cart with them, as well as four mercenaries. The strength of these mercenaries is average, and there are more than 100 mercenary guards in Chen Xiansong's house, so the strength of a mercenary can be roughly judged according to their temperament, expression, and equipment. The person at the forefront is the declining middle-aged aristocrat, Geralt.

Geralt's home wasn't far from where they were stationed, just a few corners away. It is a marble school with a large area, and although it is a little dilapidated, it can still be seen from the appearance of its former glory.

Geralt told them to wait outside the gate, and he made his way to the house, and not long after, he came out, followed by two mercenaries and three elderly maids. He handed over the cloth bag he was carrying, "You're the youngest son of Lord Gedra, yes, you look smart." In this bag, there are six gold coins and seventeen silver coins, you have to count them all. ”

Morley bent down to take the purse from Geralt's hand, then opened it and counted them one by one in front of Geralt. Seeing his action, Morley's face was a little ugly. It didn't take long for Morley to finish counting, and he had a strange look on his face: "Your Excellency, no, there are only five gold coins and seven silver coins. ”

"You must have miscounted." Geralt's expression was a little gloomy. The two mercenary guards behind him had slowly placed their hands on the hilt of their swords.

"Oh, I'll count them then." After speaking, the honest Morley once again counted the coins in his bag in front of Geralt. Geralt's expression became more somber, and Molly didn't realize it. On the contrary, the four mercenaries beside him sensed that something was wrong, and their expressions were a little uneasy.

After Morley finished counting them one by one, the expression on his face was very tangled: "Your Excellency, I counted it again, and there is indeed nothing wrong, it is ......"

Syllable! Chen Xiansong slapped Morley's hand on the back of the head.

"What are you doing!" Morley turned his head, looked at Chen Xiansong, and shouted angrily.

"Your Excellency!" Chen Xiansong ignored Molly, but smiled at Geralt and said, "Please move the fur into the house, do you need our help?" ”

"That's not necessary. The home of the nobility is not a place for you traveling merchants. Geralt looked at Chen Xiansong with a smile: "It seems that there are still smart people in your caravan, looking at your appearance, white and tender, you don't look like a merchant who travels from south to north." And the temperament is also good, what did you do before? ”

"I used to work in the Soul Thinkers Association." Chen Xiansong smiled slightly, and in Geralt's surprised eyes, he slapped the back of Morley's head again, slapping the young man's next sentence into his stomach, and then said slowly: "I did a good job, but I accidentally did something wrong, and then the association kicked it out, because I can read and count." So he was hired to take charge of the accounts in the caravan. This kid didn't learn the calculations well, and he made a mistake, Your Excellency, you have a lot of adults, don't be like him. ”

"You're smart and capable. Are you interested in coming to work with me? Geralt stared at Chen Xiansong with interest.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, but I owe the caravan more than two hundred gold coins. Haven't paid it off yet. Chen Xiansong had a 'pity' expression on his face: "Your Excellency also knows the truth." The rules of the association are relatively strict, and it took me more than 300 gold coins to buy back one of my lives, which is now temporarily owned by the caravan. ”

"That's a shame." Geralt shook his head, most nobles like to recruit capable talents. It's just that now his family is in decline, and his savings are not much. More than two hundred gold coins, he couldn't make up for a while, and now he had to cheat and give less money even to buy some furs. Most importantly. He felt that Chen Xiansong was not worth more than two hundred gold coins.

The maids took all the furs from the car, and Geralt didn't say anything more, but turned and left. Two mercenaries slowly closed the gate of the wall. Mo Li touched the back of his head at this time, looked at Chen Xiansong, and shouted angrily: "He didn't give enough money, you actually let him go, and besides, you dare to beat me, if you don't give a reason, I will let my father throw you into the forest to feed the lone wolf." ”

"I'm a few hundred gold coins, and your father is reluctant to throw them away." Chen Xiansong laughed, he didn't care about this kid's threat: "I beat you just now to save you, if you continue to talk about it, we will all have to die here." I don't know what kind of rules the merchants should abide by in front of the nobles, but just now you seem to have provoked the other party's taboo, I know that you don't believe me to speak, but you can ask the four mercenaries next to you, they must have felt the murderous aura of the other party. ”

The four mercenaries nodded their heads again and again, and their palms were now covered in cold sweat. Although the other party is only escorted by two mercenaries, its strength is much stronger than theirs, which is an instinct that can only be found when it is often on the line of life and death, and it does not need too many explanations and reasons to observe.

Mo Li squinted, looked at the cloth bag in his hand, and clenched his fists with some annoyance: "He gave us one less gold coin, more than ten silver coins, it was his fault in the first place, and he actually wanted to kill us...... The aristocracy is so domineering? ”

"The nobles treat you like you are treating a slave girl in a cage. It's all about the strong oppressing the weak. Chen Xiansong looked at him and said slowly: "You can at least be angry, you can curse a few times in a place where the other party can't hear it, but those female slaves are even more pitiful, not to mention life and death, they can't even fill their stomachs, isn't it even worse." Don't you think you should do something to them? ”

"What did you say!" Morley felt that the other man had said a long sentence, but he couldn't understand what it meant.

"It seems that I am really not fit to preach." Chen Xiansong shook his head helplessly: "You are still a child, and it is normal that you don't understand." ”

At the same time, in the training ground of the mercenary union in Qingxi City, Bai Qianxin and Bai Min stood in the center of the field, two old men and a young man knelt in front of them, kowtowing vigorously, and on the ground between them, there was a set of milky white gorgeous armor and a milky white long sword.

"Who did you sell him to?" Bai Qianxin waved a leather whip in her hand, and it snapped: "He's sick, you guys don't even give him treatment!" If anything happens to him, none of the three of you want to live. ”

Bai Min stared at the three of them, expressionless, and Suoxi stood behind them, constantly wiping his sweat with a silk handkerchief. Cold, he felt the boundless coldness emanating from the two women in front of him, and then his own cold sweat kept coming out, and there was no sign of stopping at all. (To be continued......)