When the black dragon returned to its lair, the lean merchant Frederick Todd was confronted with a small dish of fine, white salt.

Even though the leader of the Golden Oak Caravan had been operating the wilderness trade route that ran diagonally through the entire Southern Lancet for ten years, he had only seen salt so fine, unadulterated, and barely tasted bitter salt—especially in a wilderness village like Pioneer Village.

You must know that such fine salt is usually a treasure in the hands of those noble lords, and whoever wants it has to exchange the gold coins in his pocket!

After two more bites of lunch made with dried fish and dried meat on the table, the senior director of the Golden Oak firm began to wonder how he could obtain the qualification to trade salt with the village, or...... How do you get this salt?

"Mr. Tude, isn't the food to taste?" Amdan, the leader of the guards with a scar on his face, pinched a glass of red wine brought by the Golden Oak caravan, and the faint taste could only be faintly felt in his mouth with a rough taste of alcohol.

The walls of the adobe bricks were covered with thin planks of scented wood that exuded a refreshing scent under the fire, and even the rough orc Amdan enjoyed his days in the pioneer village, where the clean dwellings, the fine food, and the seemingly easy fortune of exploits all fascinated the tall and hideous orc.

The train of thought was interrupted by the leader of the guards, and Freddicik Tud didn't care, just shook his head slightly, and simply said: "The food is very suitable, I was just thinking about what price we need to pay to bring these delicious meals to the black gold market of the trading house." ”

On the table were three pots of vegetables, a pot of boiled large pieces of animal meat, a thick soup mixed with mushrooms, potatoes and dried meat, and a stack of secondarily steamed dried sea fish. Frederick pointed to the small dish of salt next to the dried sea fish and asked the orc guard, "Have you tasted it, Amdan?"

The orc guard grabbed a dried fish, sprinkled a pinch of fine salt with a motion that was completely out of his physique, and chewed, swallowed, and savored.

"Very good table salt, the quality is much better than the coarse salt that is circulating in the market. Stretching out his hand to twist the grains of salt, the leader of the guard sighed, "There is almost no impurity in the precious wealth, either there is a very good salt pan here, or there is some different craft here that can process the coarse salt full of impurities." ”

"So what price do you think we'll have to pay to get those fine white paper and this salt that they brought out...... Or how is this salt made?" said Frederick, tapping on the wooden table, his expression a little hesitant. The Pioneer Village meant to replace all the seeds they carried, but the lean merchants knew what kind of wealth their caravansera's seeds were in the wilderness.

After a bitterly cold winter, there must have been more than one wilderness village that had eaten up last year's grain stockpile, and the Viscount Caron, who had just succeeded the old lord, happened to levy a tax before the winter of last year, who knows how many of the pioneer villages ate this year's seeds in starvation. Just exchanging those blank pieces of paper and some salt for this batch of seeds was indeed a bit low in Frederick's opinion.

"I think we may need to think differently. Amdan tore at the large pieces of animal meat in the clay pot, and the strips of meat from the bison ribs had a different flavor against the fine salt.

Facing his husband's slightly discolored gaze, Amdan swallowed the beef in his mouth roughly, and the orc guard from the northern wilderness whispered: "I have walked around the village with Hedis a few times in the past few days, and found that there are quite a few goblin heads and ears in their village. ”

Frederick had also heard of the spirit turmoil last winter, and heard that the newly ascended Viscount Caron thought that he was challenged, and under the pressure of the city magistrate, he issued a reward order, and those who killed and exterminated a sufficient number of goblins could exchange it for a military merit or a fortune equivalent to military merit in the viscount.

"You know about the bounty order, but this village had a lot of conflicts with the black skins last year when the tax police collected taxes, and there was a pre-winter goblin flood. The hideous scar on his cheek continued to jump with Amdan's expression, and the orc guard said cruelly, "I don't know if you think our caravan guards can ...... After all, this is just a pioneer village that has lost a lot of young people, and you agree with the Hedis's dispensing methods, right?"

Lost a lot of young people, lost a lot of young people......

The words struck at Frederick's heart like a blasphemous word, and he knew a little bit about what his head of the guard was trying to do.

The last time he had such thoughts was in the early spring of five years ago, when a village near the Hills of Death discovered a large amount of iron ore and wanted to sell the iron ore mined in the village through him.

After confirming that it was a rich iron ore, he thought about it - after all, it was a simple and easy to mine, and the quality of iron ore was very good, and if he could get his hands on it, with the resources of a caravan of the merchant house, it would not be a few years before the Tud family could climb the ranks of the wealthy families of Kairisi.

The rise of the family, what a great honor, maybe he could use it to leave a page full of content in the family history - not just two lines like his own grandfather and father.

The feeling of destroying a village with your own hands is wonderful, with a sense of guilt for the slaughter of innocents, a sense of self-reproach for betraying one's own kind, and of course, a sense of pride and pride that a family is about to rise in its own hands.

In the first year, Heydrick didn't know how many times he had privately donated money to the church of Goddess Woking, and the wealth that was enough to support the family to hold a few lavish feasts was scattered outside.

But when Haydrick sacked and slaughtered an elven village for the second time for a group of elven slaves who were in dire need of the market, and when Haydrik made a choice for the third time to open up the village for the possibility of helping the Tud family again, the lean merchant had little of the same uneasy conscience as he had been.

"Is Hedis's medicine sure it's okay?" After more than ten years of long-term contact, Frederick naturally knows what the Amdan brothers are good at, compared to the brave berserker brother Amdan, the relatively thin Hedis is more proficient in the rough "witch doctor" of the orcs in the northern wilderness, especially the kind of witch doctor configured by Heddis in the first two times, which is colorless and tasteless, but can exert a very gratifying effect under specific conditions. It can be said that he was able to successfully capture that group of elves two years ago, relying on the witch potion configured by Heddis, otherwise the population of an elf village would not be something that a non-professional slave trapping team like him could take.

"He's already preparing. Amdan was eating meat and drinking wine while planning his next move, "The old village doctor in the village will use plants and trees to heal diseases, and the materials here are very complete, let's just find a time to leave the introduction." ”

Frederick nodded and didn't speak, Heddis's potion was divided into two parts, a bait arranged with flesh and blood could emit a piercing smell, and it was only necessary to put the prepared pieces of meat into the nearby mountain forest, or it wouldn't be long before it would be surrounded by wild beasts that had lost their minds, and then throw witch potions enough to numb the rampaging creatures into the water source, what was not in the village its own?

A man and an orc glanced at each other, clinked their glasses lightly, and couldn't help but laugh.

There is 300 percent profit, and there is nothing that a businessman would not dare to do! If there is, it is just that the profit is not enough!

......

The ill-intentioned Golden Oak caravan lingered in the village for another two days before leaving.

The artificially bred wild cattle are gentle and vigorous, enough to open up the village to complete the spring ploughing, and the sturdy men shouting slogans are resisted from under the wagons. Different from other pioneer villages, the villagers in Lin Ze's territory were all eaten by the village's large amount of hoarded meat after a winter of repair, the ground was ruddy, the muscles were strong, the clean white paper in wooden boxes, the fine salt in clean leather bags, bundles of animal skins, and piles of dried fish and dried meat quilts were carried onto the truck by these naked men.

Frederick couldn't hide the smile on his face, and after counting the numbers, the lean and shriveled merchant patted the blacksmith Smith on the shoulder and hugged him fiercely, "Brother Smith, don't worry, I'll come again in the fall, and how about delivering the goods according to the quantity we agreed at that time?"

Hugged the merchant hard with his backhand, and the blacksmith's family couldn't help but smile, with this batch of seeds as a base, compared to Mr. and the druid's seed plan, it can also be officially launched.

"See you in autumn!"

The merchant standing on the roof of the bullock cart waved his arms vigorously, and a long winding gray snake slowly walked out of the pioneer village towards the mountains beyond, according to Frederick, they would next go to the mountain elves to make a deal of business with the proud long-eared ones with these clean, high-quality fine salts, and then rush to the Manaus River valley in the north.

"Tsk, why didn't you find out how bold this guy Frederick was before. Blacksmith stroked his beard with a smile, and he was delighted by the bottle of good wine that the lean merchant had left for him before leaving.

"Sir is looking for you. ”

Just when Smith lamented that he didn't know when he would be able to meet his rare drinking friend, Allen, who looked in a hurry, found the blacksmith.

......

When the blacksmith understood what the strange piece of meat placed in front of Lin Ze was, this calm man burst into flames in his heart, and the heat comparable to the furnace continued to overflow from his body with the blacksmith's red face, and the clothes made of fur also began to emit a faint scorching smell under this high temperature, and the violent feeling of emotional deception was constantly impacting the blacksmith's mind.

"Smith, you need to calm down!" A sweep swept the blacksmith down the underground waterway leading to the sea, and Lin Ze swept around his family. The family members in the dragon's lair almost all have ordinary expressions, Hathaway with a long sword in her hand constantly has silver flames burning and extinguishing from the back of her hand, burning and extinguishing, obviously this girl who is determined to protect the villagers is also very angry.

"My existence has not been exposed, has it?" Lin Ze knew that as long as he was still in the village, no matter how many beasts that had eaten the bait by mistake, there would be no big problem, and it was not ruled out that this caravan with bad intentions had the means to target the dragon, but who would have thought that a chaotic and evil true dragon would come to such a village?

"Not really, sir. Bai En, the old village doctor who led the ideological work in the village, stepped forward and replied, "I use this as the divine domain of the god of Marnes for everyone to keep secrets. ”

The black dragon laughed, he didn't expect that one day he would also rely on the gods to eat—especially since this was a god that didn't exist at all.

"It's okay, go down separately and prepare, don't force things to do things according to the plan if things change, safety first, don't care if it will be exposed. "The dependents have their own tasks, and Lin Ze also needs to go out to deter those beasts who eat the bait by mistake, so as not to invade the village.

Heddis's bait was vicious, a mixture of spice-marinated pieces of meat that mutated and evolved a potion that could mutate and evolve beasts, and the same potions that caused the rampaging herbs and were scattered around the village...... Lin Ze had already imagined that if he wasn't in the Pioneer Village, the beast would look like in the village at this moment.

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