Aaron didn't know much about Zabas's identity, but his intuition told him that he was a guy who could help him.

Ambition is always linked to ability, and if he Zabas is a tiger, Aaron will subdue it for his own use. If he's a good-for-nothing guy, then he doesn't need to worry too much about anything.

In Memphis, a very dangerous area, Zabas has not made a name for himself for more than ten years, but who can guarantee that he will not make a career after having a certain amount of resources?

"Well, if that's the case, that's great. I am always ready to welcome you, Mr. Zabas, if you wish!" Aaron extended the invitation.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, no, your honorable lord!" Zabas agreed, a hint of irrepressible excitement in his voice.

After decades of mercenary career, I don't know how many times I have brushed shoulders with death, Zabas has not gained much wealth and fame because of countless lives and deaths!

In the decades since he quit the mercenary group and joined the business world, Zabas, who has conspired, assassinated, framed, and even abandoned his dignity and grovelled in front of the big chaebols, still did not gain wealth and fame, on the contrary, he also lost his dignity as a human being!

Now, this young upstart in front of him, who is less than twenty years old, has not had the slightest shelf and ugly face since the day he came into contact, and he secretly exclaimed that he had finally found the master!

"Uh, my lord, in the ......" Zabas didn't turn his mouth for a moment, and his speech was a little sluggish.

"Hehe, you can call me like before, I think it's good. Besides, even though I'm already a baron, I'm short of money and I don't even have a servant, so it's a little weird for you to call me that, haha!"

"No, no, no, absolutely not, sir. Zabas hurriedly shook his head and denied that the gap between the aristocracy and the freedmen was deeply ingrained in the eyes of people like Zabas.

Even though he was a native of southern Memphis and might have disregarded the orders of the Empire, in traditional education, Memphis revered the hierarchy of nobles and commoners.

"Okay then, how about we get back to what we just talked about?" Alan laughed, and the awkward atmosphere disappeared unconsciously.

"Yes, sir. Now the purple stone mine has been listed as a restricted cargo by the military department, although it is not yet a contraband, but the intensity of inspection has been greatly improved. ”

"So, if we want to sell the purple stone to our current allies, it would be a big crime if it was thoroughly investigated by the Empire?"

"Yes, that's it. The place where the most athyst mines are produced on the mainland is the central and southern regions of our empire, although there are a small number of amethyst mines in other empires, they are all distributed in the poor mountains and bad waters, where there are often powerful demonic beasts, which are not suitable for mining. So as far as I know, several countries have secretly sent people to infiltrate our country to negotiate privately with the lords who hold the amethy mine. ”

"You mean that in addition to the clear way to cooperate with others, we also have the secret path of smuggling?" Aaron whispered.

Zabas smiled and nodded.

"Smuggling is a risky route, but it's extremely profitable, twice as high as the lowest purchase price offered by the Legion, and we only need to deliver the Asterite to their designated border location, and someone will come and pick it up. This kind of thing, even if we don't do it, I'm sure a lot of people will rush to do it! What do you say......" Zabas recounted.

"That's true, but is it at the border?

"Of course not, I don't know what other people are doing on this issue, but we must not do it. First, our current capital and capital in all aspects are still very weak, and if there is a problem in this link, then we will be in big trouble. Zabas shook his head.

"So ......"

"Take a part of the deposit first, and when the amount of amethyz reaches the amount, they must pay the balance before we can ship the goods to the border. "Zabas is a sure dealer, and it looks like he's suffered a lot from this kind of thing in the past.

Kingston.

Barren and remote, the mountains and rapids are criss-crossed, because there is not much fertile soil for people to cultivate, grazing the fertile plains, so the population of Kingston is less than 100 people, and most of them are old and weak women and children, young and strong only about a dozen people.

Kingston is not to mention the rich province of Aquitania, and even compared with some poor areas in the north, it can be regarded as one of the poor and backward places of sin.

The barren land stretches as far as the eye can see, and a few small withered trees are firmly rooted in this barren land, just as resilient as the people who live here.

The sky was not very good on this day, and the chaotic sky and the sun were all wrapped in it. At the mouth of the small town of Kingston, well, it might be more appropriate to actually call it the village entrance. At the entrance and exit of the town, two groups of men armed with sticks were facing each other.

"Get out, you vampires, and no one will try to take our land from us!" exclaimed Kingston's most prestigious elder with a furious brow.

The first reaction of the simple imperial citizens of Kingston to the uninvited guests in front of them was to resist, and the resistance was very strong.

"Damn, do you dare to disobey the orders of His Majesty the Great Louis?" said old Gibson, who was surrounded by a dozen flesh-faced, vicious bodyguards, and of course three or four accountants and fans with account books in their arms, and black slaves in Tamsui.

The old man's accusations and the arrogance of the old Gibson aroused a strong resonance among the people of Kingston at once, and the accusations and curses gradually increased, and the tone gradually became higher.

"This is our land, even if you are a nobleman, you can't take our land. ”

"That's right, get out, you bastards!"

"Damn, we're so poor that we can't even drink vegetable soup, and you still want to hit our attention, what a bunch of damn bastards!"

"Fight, we!"

The townspeople with sticks and farm tools were very excited, and the surging crowd was getting tighter and tighter, and they couldn't hold back the fight. Old Gibson and the group of doglegs around him couldn't help but panic.

In this case, it would be terrible if my noble body were to be smashed these lowly poor ghosts. Old Gibson was thinking quickly in his head about what to do.

"Stop, what do you want to do?" said old Gibson as he forced his composure to straighten out his already neat clothes, pointing to the group of townsfolk in front of him who were about to lose control of their emotions.

"That's right, if you dare to attack the lord's father, according to the laws of the empire, all of you troublemakers will be arrested and reduced to slavery!"

"yes, especially you bastards who are leading the trouble!"

The group of minions and doglegs raised by old Gibson have been with their masters for so long, so they naturally know when it is time to stand up and speak for their masters. The accountants, think-tanks, and the tall guards behind them all stood up and shouted loudly, but unexpectedly, the antagonism of the townspeople was even more aroused.

The town of Kingston is more than 100 times poorer than the town of Saltz, which has a population of tens of thousands. Therefore, the folk customs are extremely fierce and martial, which can be described as fierce and poor, and it is for this reason that the nouveau riche who were assigned here as fiefs in previous years have done everything possible to exchange their relations for a relatively good territory.

Even the Duke Paul's tax collector was reluctant to come here to collect taxes. Because even if you arrest all these people, they will not be able to use the extra money and food to pay taxes, and if you are not careful, it may cause serious consequences of official coercion and civil rebellion.

The elder showed a strong look of contempt in his eyes, and after raising his hand to suppress the townspeople who were already about to move, he contemptuously warned old Gibson: "Your Excellency, go back wherever you came from, if you don't want to have a few bloody holes in your forehead!"

"Damn, you dare to threaten our esteemed Mr. Gibson!" the leader of the guard next to him, who was also the leader of old Gibson's minions, pointed at the old man viciously and scolded loudly.

"Shut up, you rude fellow!" to everyone's surprise, old Gibson actually reprimanded the leader of his guards.

"Ahh

You know, Lord Gibson is very arrogant and domineering, if he is not shrewd, this high-paying and poor position will be replaced by someone else. You know, too many people are drooling and staring at their position!

The dangerous warning angered old Gibson, but he eventually endured it, these damn bastards can be forgiven for disobeying their orders, but the taxes are definitely not deductible.

Although he is not rich now, at least in the remote area of Salz, the wealth he has is also the highest. Now he is a nobleman personally canonized by His Majesty Louis XXX, the father of the baron, a man with a head and a face, if he is just thrown back to these hateful poor ghosts, then how can he have face in the future?

"Old fellow, let me tell you clearly, this is already my territory, and you naturally have to pay taxes, which is a very normal and legal thing. If you refuse, I guarantee that you will be punished by the law. Master Gibson tried to calm his breathing, his gaze scanning back and forth between the old man and the swinging sticks behind him.

"Looks like you're really going to force us to do it!" the elder and several other middle-aged men with a bit of prestige glared angrily and angrily.

"Don't force me to have the army come and force the levy!" roared old Gibson, who was desperate for money, without flinching.

For a while, the atmosphere at the scene rose sharply again, and contradictions and conflicts could break out at any time.

The curses of the townspeople continued to rise fiercely, and the guards on Lord Gibson's side kept clenching the hilts of their swords, ready to draw their swords to protect Lord Gibson at any time.