In the month of frost (December), the footsteps of the goddess of abundance gradually departed, and the jade toe of the winter lady quietly descended. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Rushing City, the core area of the pioneer territory of great construction, the scene of increasing prosperity, and the wealth gathered by a trickle, make people drool.

Citizens who woke up in the morning found that in the shade behind the house, where the sun did not shine, the stones that had been crawling with dew were now stained with a faint layer of hoarfrost, and although they had no idea of the passage of time, the change of seasons conveyed the news of autumn and winter so clearly.

In the "commercial state" of Riverrun, as the order is regulated and every transaction is protected, the large profits of the business are quickly divided up in advance by the powerful or the large chambers of commerce with deep backgrounds.

For example, in the military manufacturing industry, most of the orders were taken away by the mountain dwarves, after all, behind them was the "Lord Rez", an established fact that even the chambers of commerce of the Archon line could not compete with.

In the same vein, the grain trade in Riverrun is also controlled by the half-elves, and although they rely on the identity of the Druid master Legolas Deerhelm, everyone knows that the actual owner of the Pioneer Lord, Lord Rez, is the real backstage.

Fortunately, the "Lord Rez" is not interested in other industries, perhaps because of the lack of profits, which gives followers and vassals room to live, but as the business competition for market share becomes increasingly fierce, small chambers of commerce without strong funds or channel support will soon be cleared by a price fluctuation and leave.

Someone falls, someone rises, lying on the body of the loser to suck blood, and the scarred winner gradually thrives. The accumulation of primitive blood, which could not be crossed, caused many people to go bankrupt and miserable, and likewise fed the young beasts and grew immature minions.

After a long period of temptation and contact, the forces of the underground world determined that the emerging Rushing City could become the scope of activity, but under the overlook of the famous "legendary mage", the action should not be too intense, otherwise it would attract the disgust of this person, and no one was willing to bear the unpredictable consequences.

Although in order to encourage commercial development, Lu Bin set a relatively low commercial tax, but no matter how low the tax is, it is money, and there must be people who take a fancy to the profit margins contained in it and take risks to carry out smuggling trade.

Due to Lord Rez's penchant for food, Riverrun is rife to use readily available ingredients to modify existing dishes or simply invent new ones.

Occasionally, Lu Bin would take the time to comment, and in his eyes of two lifetimes, he was more critical and demanding than a professional aristocratic gourmet, and to be able to get praise often brought fame and honor to the owners of these dishes.

Under the perennial dry and cold environment in the north, spirits for cold protection and cooking oil for rapid cooking are in short supply, especially the latter in the cooking process, which can speed up the cooking time, shorten the cooking time of food, keep the raw materials fresh and tender, and gradually increase the consumption, thus giving birth to a potential edible oil market, most of the buyers are pubs, restaurants and restaurants.

Of course, there are different needs for different groups of people, but butter and soybean oil, which are widely available and easily available, firmly occupy the mainstream of the market, and as for fat made from animal fat, it is only used in individual households because it is used to make lucrative soaps.

Smuggling cooking oil has become a lucrative business, and the forces of the northern underworld, Blackwater, near Riverrun, are still in operation, and the owner of Bagan-Uttonburg, Count Conrad, turns a blind eye and acquiesces in the fact that the finished cooking oil is sent to the Fryton Territory through "black gloves" through secret channels.

The Broken Axe Tavern, infested by intelligence brokers and slave traders, is one of the secret strongholds of the underground forces in Riverrun, and the tavern itself has a "signature dish" of fried vegetable balls, which requires a lot of cooking oil.

Evanton, who is in charge of the day-to-day operations of the tavern, looks through the latest income and expenditure accounts in his own room, and the profit has increased significantly compared to the previous month.

"Thanks to Lord Reze's approval of the new dishes at the Broken Axe Tavern, we were able to justifiably launch a signature dish that would attract more admiring customers, and the daily flow of water would gradually increase. ”

Eventon, the director, sighed, and decided to switch suppliers in order to be able to put extra profits into his purse, and although the source may not be so legitimate, but he was not plucked by the tax collector of the business management office, and the difference was enough to support his mistress who had recently succeeded in hooking up.

Thinking of Helena's soft and elastic body, creamy snow-white skin, and skillful skills that made him vigorous, the principal Evanton immediately felt a burst of heat in his body, which was rushing towards a certain part.

"The starting point of all this is for love! Anyway, as long as the master checks the accounts correctly and ensures daily profits, isn't it quite exciting to occasionally exceed the rules?"

Reason is burned to the ground by lust, and the tavern owner quickly convinces himself to join the lucrative smuggling business. Of course, Mr. Eventon also knew that dealing with people who seemed dangerous had to be safe, but unfortunately he did not have enough time to cultivate his cronies.

"Fortunately, my friends in the industry have recently told me some interesting things, even if I participate in trading alone, I believe it can bring me some kind of security. ”

Later, a certain stone pillar at the entrance of the Broken Axe Tavern was marked by a hollow arrow drawn by a sharp weapon, and the direction of the arrow pointed diagonally to the second floor of the tavern.

This is a common symbol system for smugglers in the underworld, and the tavern master also learned part of it from the word of mouth of his peers, and when he has done it himself, he waits quietly in his room.

It didn't take long for someone to knock on the door of Evinton's exclusive room, and if you want to talk about efficiency in Riverrun, the fastest thing to do is definitely not the technical officials in the town hall, although they show unimaginable enthusiasm for their work in order to consolidate their position, but the most efficient are profit-chasing merchants, especially black market merchants in the underground world who are proficient in various game rules.

The tavern manager welcomed the man into the room, looked him up and down, and found that he was just a middle-aged man with a very ordinary appearance, walking on the street is a passerby who will forget at a glance, and putting it in the tavern is an industrial worker who rewards himself with half a day's salary after work.

Evington immediately understood that it was safe for such a person to participate in this kind of transaction, and he couldn't help but look forward to the black market merchants of the underground world even more: "What goods do you have?"

"Yellow, or white?"

The tavern manager immediately knew that the other party was asking him for butter or soybean oil, and in order to ensure the quality of the signature dish, he pretended to mutter, and after a while: "If you want a bucket of yellow, try the color first, and then you will buy it in large quantities after you are satisfied." ”

"A bucket is too little, can you add more? I don't make much money at all. ”

Evanton was a little anxious, after all, it was the first time to do this kind of thing, and he was worried that the other party would see that he was a novice, so he made a cold face and insisted on his request: "A bucket is really not a little." If the quality does not satisfy me, there will only be one such business, and the loss will be minimized, which is beneficial to both of us. ”

The visitor thought about it for a while, and then nodded with difficulty: "Okay, since you have said so, what else can I do? Trust is always built up slowly over a long period of time, and I will let you see the confidence of professional traders." ”

The tavern keeper took out a money bag from a drawer and poured out the silver coins inside, "I know this kind of transaction is a bit risky, according to the market price, these are deposits, you can count them yourself." ”

When the visitor saw the silver glittering coin, his face immediately became much better, and it was no longer the face of Eventon who owed him a lot of money, but when he reached for the money bag, the tavern master placed a piece of paper on it.

"What are you doing here?" Despite meeting him a few times, the visitor pretended not to know, but his eyes dodged but did not escape Evinton's eyes.

The tavern master smiled with confidence: "I'm just an ordinary tavern owner, of course I'm responsible for the tavern owner who paid for it, this is a contract, with the blessing of the Oath Keeper, to ensure that this transaction can be successfully completed without being ruined by anyone, including you and me." ”

“...... You've won!" the black marketeer from the underworld sighed in his heart, and quickly took out the quill pen he had brought with him, dipped it in ink and signed his name on it.

Evington glanced at it, and his heart was dark: "Rock Hill, I finally know your name, stranger." ”

Later, the tavern keeper signed his name, muttered the prayer of the Oath Keeper, and asked for a "witness".

On the deed paper decorated with silver blue and blue patterns, a foot-high phanther appeared out of thin air, and a black-clothed man holding a sickle, with a blurred face and only his chin exposed, raised his hand to emit a pale flame, and took away the names of the two people.

At the same time, Lu Bin, who was staying in Eagle Castle, felt the double snake staff mark on his chest hot, "Someone is using the oath again! This is the first time today......? No, it should be eleven times. ”