After three glasses of wine, the heroic knight captain was already boasting with a red face, according to him, the Swadian red-shirted knights, the Salander Mamluks, and the Virginia frost knights he had killed over the years were enough to circle Calradia, not to mention the pirates, hillbillies, and nomads. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Listening to the mercenary's boasting, Mu was also very happy, his old buddy seemed to have come out of the shadows.

"So, you also have your share in beating Deherim?" Mu asked with a smile.

"Not really," Fatis pouted, "it's just that the matte head is too picky." Look at what we have done? Stopping the Swadia knights who rushed out, sweeping away the Kugit on safari, driving away the Nords who are attacking the city, we have done all the heavy work! As a result, you see, they are not strong themselves, so they just attack a city, and they can't defeat it!"

Speaking of this, the old mercenary was obviously a little depressed, "As a result, guess what he did, he wants us to attack the city! We are cavalry, why do you let us attack the city!"

"Forget about the siege, anyway, the brothers are all licking blood and eating with knives, just attack it, this kind of business has not been done. At that time, the bald head promised us three times the commission and the bereavement of the fallen brothers, and the price was affordable enough. ”

"Then we carried the ladder to the head of the city, but they themselves did not have the ability to stop the Nords and Kujits, so that they rushed to the city! What can I do, I must not be attacked by the danger of the enemy on my belly and back, so I led my troops to retreat. Fatis gestured with his finger and dropped the distance, "Those wastes, just a little, that's it! ”

Although Fatis said it easily, Mu could hear how thrilling it was. Dehrim is located in the center of the continent, which can be described as a place of a hundred battles, so its walls are not high, and its defenses are not poor, even with the cover of Virgian's marksmen, it will have to pay huge sacrifices to attack the city. Hundreds of warriors braved flying rocks and crossbow arrows, carried ladders, pushed tower carts to attack the city, and rushed to the enemy under their limited cover, slashing and slashing frantically. It is conceivable how heavy the losses of the mercenaries were in this attack.

"You say that we have no merit and hard work, and no hard work and fatigue. As a result, the bald head insisted that we didn't take the city, and we could only calculate it according to the general commission, and I pity those brothers who died in battle!"

Mu listened and secretly admired, it turned out that these mercenaries had done so many things these days!

As he spoke, Fatis sighed lonely, touched his gray beard and said, "Sure enough, it's still easy when you are in the mercenary group, why don't I have to think about so many things, with you, no one can fool us." ”

"Haha," Mu couldn't help laughing, "At that time, weren't we still nobodies, how could so many people want to calculate us." But if it weren't for you, how could this mercenary group develop so strongly. ”

Fatis shook his head, "Hey, let's not talk about it, drink!"

"You bastard, it's time to pay!" a strong man in armor roared loudly in the Chamber of Commerce's guest room, tugging at a teenager's collar.

The thin boy struggled for a while, and found that it had no effect, so he simply didn't bother, but just stiffened his neck and said, "Commander, I have already said that we will pay when we arrive in Parabun, and our agreement also says that 'at the end of the trade route, the remaining commission will be paid', and in the contract, I also wrote it!"

"Hmph, the end. The strong man snorted coldly, "I'm afraid that your damn caravan won't be able to run, hurry up and settle the money!"

"Be patient, Captain," the boy continued, "or you wait a few more days, and I will settle the sale of a batch of spices, or... You can just pay off the debt with spices. ”

"Get out!" the strong man threw the young man to the ground, then raised his foot and kicked it twice, "I want your spices to be used by ghosts!

"Ahem," the young man clutched his stomach and coughed constantly, finally panting evenly, before he replied intermittently, "Ai... Captain Adak, I... I really don't have it ... There is no cash ... Hmm!"

The young man was kicked in the stomach again, and then the strong man reached out and touched the immobile young man's arms twice, took out a small cloth bag and a rolled contract, flipped it with his hand, and then spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the young man's face: "Phew, you bastard, you don't have any spare money, what kind of thing is this!

The strong man put the money bag into his arms, looked at the young man who was shrunk on the ground with contempt, and tore the contract in half, "This account is settled, don't come to Lao Tzu in the future, see you once and beat once!" After speaking, he scolded, slammed the door and walked out.

When the young man saw that the strong man had gone out, his face immediately fell, and he rolled on the ground with his teeth bared and grinned, until he was a little better, and then he covered his stomach and squatted up.

"I hate these untrustworthy fellows the most," the boy cursed, wiping the sputum from his face, and when there was no more sound, he crept up in front of a slightly yellowed floor, picked up a knife and pried it hard, pried open a small gap, and then reached out and found a small bag, but the bag was not as tightly tied as before, or rather, it could not be fastened at all, and the alluring golden light of the dinar could be seen from the open mouth of the bag. The young man tossed around like a strong man, then stuffed the bag into his arms, and showed a smug look on his face, "Hmph, I already knew that you were unruly, but fortunately I kept a hand." ”

However, this sorrow quickly dissipated, because although Mu had long expected the cruelty of the trade routes, he had not expected the seriousness of Swadia's bureaucracy. Not only did he pull out a large cart of spices from Tu'an's house, but he also exchanged all the money he had earned in the past two years for spices, and barely formed a caravan. According to his mind, he couldn't have run a short distance between Tulga and Dehrim.

One is that because the two cities are too close, although this trip can be profitable, the profit is not as rich as running a long line. For example, at Dehrim, the profit is only 50%, and as the market is saturated, the profit will get lower and lower. And even if it is just pulled to Amerad, the profit can almost double.

Second, Dehrim's iron profits are not high. Unlike Vigia, where there is a very large reserve and very high quality iron ore near Kulau, the iron ore in Swadia is scattered, with one in Suno, a small area in Wincordburg, and a small area in Dehrim. However, Dehrim is the center of the continent, the land of a hundred battles, and the output of iron ore naturally gives priority to satisfying the defenders in the city, and the excess is sold, so the price will naturally not be much close to the people. If it weren't for the fact that Kugit was so short of iron, it would not have been possible to make money on this trip.

Third, this road is too short, just annoyed a Nayan, just kicked out, and ran back again within two days, isn't this looking for a draw?

So, this trip he is ready to take a long route. To be honest, spices are really a good thing, as long as you don't run around the mainland, the farther you go, the more you earn, and this is still the net profit after deducting the cost. No, he ambitiously planned a route from Tulga, the easternmost point of the mainland, to Paravon, the westernmost part of the mainland. In order to ensure that the spices can be sold at a good price, the cities along the road naturally have to sell some.

But as said before, he underestimated the bureaucracy in Svadia. He knew that spices could be sold for a good price, and so did the nobles. Suno's spice trade had long been monopolized by a few nobles, and they could not tolerate another caravan for a piece of the pie. So, Mu's spices were boycotted.

When Mu Xing pulled the spices to the Suno Chamber of Commerce, his goods were actually refused, that's right, the Chamber of Commerce did not accept his spices, which made the excited Mu immediately confused. The Chamber of Commerce doesn't accept it, so where can so many spices be sold? Set up a stall on the street? Don't be kidding, spices are not something that the commoners can afford to use, even if they want to get some dried meat, they just buy a little meaning, that's all, and the rest of the big cars, you can't knock on the door to sell them! That's right, he didn't try to go to the aristocratic area to sell this kind of thing door-to-door, but before he could enter the residential area, he was stopped by the soldiers and thrown out.

At this point, he had no choice but to use a killer move, the dinar opened the way, and the businessmen would never refuse, right? However, the president of this chamber of commerce is indeed not an ordinary person, he accepted the money, promised to help Mu dredge up the relationship, and then there was no follow-up. Mu naturally hurriedly sent a few more bags of money, and the damn guy naturally took it all, but he didn't do anything. Later, a businessman really couldn't see it, and told Mu the truth sympathetically.

Mu was stunned again, he knew that Su Nuo's side was finished, so he could only go to Paravon to try his luck, even if he didn't sell it to the Chamber of Commerce, the merchants who ran the sea route over there should be happy to accept this batch of goods. It's just that the president of the Suno Chamber of Commerce has a lot of taste, and he has cheated most of the cash in his hand out of it, and now he has cash in hand not to mention to please those nobles who have a greater appetite, and even the commission to maintain the current caravan is not enough, if it weren't for the sale of a small batch of goods in Dehrim, he would be penniless now. Just when he was in a hurry, the leader of his hired mercenary group didn't know where to know the news, and then the previous scene happened, and then he really couldn't leave now. A caravan without protection is like a lamb lost in a wolf's den, unable to survive, and besides, the nobles who want to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots have already sent people to wait outside the city. As for the hired fellows ... Thank God for not throwing their heads when the robbers come, and can you still count on them to fight?

Therefore, Mu simply disbanded his men now to save money, and then slowly planned it. But even so, he had the money left to rent the warehouse for another two weeks, and if he couldn't come up with a solution within two weeks, he could only declare bankruptcy, and then the remaining spices would have to be sold at the price of flour. After all, without a warehouse to store it, his goods would not be protected in any way, and a handful of thugs would be able to knock him unconscious and drag away all the spices. He's on the losing edge and he has to find a way to break it. However, with the nobles pressed on the top and the minions on the bottom, in this case, Mu really couldn't be optimistic. The huge Su Nuo, the one who lost his soul, is by no means the only one who is Mu. In the deep alleys where no one is inhabited, few people know that there is a tavern hidden here. There is still something special about this tavern, in Sunuo, a royal city full of all kinds of authentic and high-quality products, it is true that there is no one who has survived until now by relying on the boss's part-time chef and hospitality, and by the way selling cheap inferior goods.

However, the extremely low-end and inconspicuous may also be the reason why it can endure. After all, Su Nuo is not without poor people, such as some servants who wash clothes, and servants who work in aristocratic mansions, and the money in their hands is not enough to buy those expensive genuine goods. Therefore, this tavern is also spread among these inferior people and spies of various countries.

It's just that these days, a strange guest has come to the tavern. It's not that he doesn't look good, it's just that his clothes don't match the environment here. Dressed in elaborate knight's civilian clothes, he wore a Swadia black lion robe on the outside, a simple long sword hanging from his waist, and a pair of leather riding boots with spurs on his feet. He entered the tavern, and without looking at anyone, he sat down at the bar and asked for a large glass of the cheapest ale.

The tavern owner was at a loss, living in a dark area, and his hands were naturally not very clean, so it was not that he had leaked any rumors and had been caught by the king. But the knight did not do anything suspicious, nor did he speak to the people around him, but just sat there, glass after glass, and drank without stopping. Until you get drunk and then be thrown out. For weeks, the knight was like this, drinking non-stop here. It's just that the gold and silver badges on his body are constantly disappearing, and the riding boots have inexplicably turned into coarse cloth boots, and then one day, the knight's uniform on his body is also gone, and it is replaced by a thin linen clothes. Only the red robe on his body and the long sword on his waist have not changed.

As the saying goes, a red face is a curse, and Fatis knows this very well. He had fallen deeply in love with a beauty, he was infatuated with her, he was crazy about her, he attended every salon, every ball, every athletic meeting that she existed. He presented her with numerous victories, countless flowers and jewels, and the beautiful man was visibly moved by him, and offered him fragrant kisses and heartfelt exchanging heartfelt words with him. It's just that whenever he mentions marriage, she flickered, just saying that she already has a marriage contract, sorry or something. When Fatis asked who he was engaged to, she was reluctant to say anything.

Fatis didn't care, the marriage contract was just a contract, and it wasn't really married. It was only when she was forced by her family to have a pitiful political marriage. It is not difficult to take the beauty back from the hands of the rival in love, make a meritorious deed, obtain the title, and then investigate it yourself, and after understanding, directly challenge the rival in love, and finally kill him in a duel, easily. At least, in the opinion of the young and vigorous Fatis, no one could beat him in swordsmanship.