Aegon paced nervously. As the chamber of commerce's plenipotentiary representative in King's Landing, it was the first time in the past two years that he had lost his unhurried aristocratic bearing. He was originally a nobleman in Red Pine City, and later married the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce and became one of the core members of his family.

For the sake of a rich and prosperous life, he gave up the dignity of the nobility. Although there are two or three villages in its fiefdom, an old fortress inherited from their ancestors, and a few knights, it is difficult to define "decent".

But, after all, he has something to give. That's why at this moment—because of an accident that shouldn't have happened, when all his previous efforts could be in vain—Aegon was so anxious.

The room smelled of cedars, and there was a stove near the gable, and Aegon pressed the sword at his waist, and looked at the room, thinking for a moment that he was in the middle of the woods in the wilderness.

This room uses a lot of unpeeled tree trunks, which are directly used as pillars. The house was dimly lit, with a stone floor underfoot, and sawdust between the crevices, and a lot of small, hard-shelled insects running around in it. Aegon also had some old discarded tables beside him, which had been scarred by the fire at some point. The house smells of sake lees everywhere and smells like an abandoned brewery. The windows were tightly shut, with only a slit letting in the light, which was also used to exchange air.

"Why did they choose this place?" thought Aegon with some resentment. He guessed that some people within the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce were deliberately rectifying themselves, so in the Chamber of Commerce's "Emergency Plan Manual", this tavern that had been abandoned for four or five years and was originally called "Delaji" was designated as an emergency command center.

Of course, this is just a lot of preconceived speculation over the years...... One. In fact, before choosing this place as an emergency command center, the Trade Wind Chamber of Commerce had arranged many secret tests, which can be described as painstaking.

The abandoned Delapole Tavern is located on the outskirts of the slaughterhouse area, less than 500 steps from a nearby shopping street run by the U-sang Yayoi Chamber of Commerce. If it really reaches an irreparable situation, through an underground tunnel, the people hiding here can quickly escape to the shopping street, disguised as the vendors or customers there.

In addition to the escape route, this place has also been specially renovated by the Trade Wind Chamber of Commerce. Although it looks shabby, the building materials are actually very strong. In addition, in the key buildings of the slaughterhouse, all of them are secretly embedded with ceramic pipes connected to this place, which can be used by messenger lizards to pass quickly. If there is a problem, staying in this emergency command center can not only quickly get the latest news from all over the place, but also be able to respond to the situation and command remotely.

"Damn, when the hell are they going to get it?" Aegon muttered. After that, he ignored the advice of the two advisors arranged for him by the Trade Wind Chamber of Commerce, and insisted on wearing a set of knightly armor stamped with family crests. "If we have to go through that underground passage, then we may be in battle, and the nobles must protect themselves with armor. He announced loudly.

The advisor had no choice but to accommodate Aegon in exchange for his quietness. According to the latest news from a teleportation lizard, all three security teams in King's Landing have led their teams into the area of the slaughterhouse. The unreliable "uncle boss" yelling here, which is likely to attract unwanted attention, causing this emergency command center to give up in advance.

Just as Aegon fastened the last girdle around his waist with the help of his attendants, the advisors who were guarding a row of pipes waited for the long-awaited postman. One by one, five communication lizards with brownish-red skin that resembled trumpet iguanas crawled out of the pipes. The air sacs around their necks bulged slightly, indicating that they were all mouthfuls of information.

The Chamber of Commerce advisors stretched out their fingers and expertly touched the markings on the back of the teleportation lizard, and the little trained postman immediately opened his mouth. They began to spat out — in fact, they were just like tape recorders, recording and playing the last words they heard, not understanding the meaning of the words — and the advisers listened nervously.

These messages came from the family guards who were sent to "clear the inventory". Throughout the slaughterhouse area, there are a total of five warehouses with undeclared goods, all of which are stocked with extremely profitable goods.

However, if those things are discovered, the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce will probably face a fine of about 100 times its total value. It was too late to transport it away, so Aegon had to order it to be destroyed quickly.

"Have you cleaned it up?" Aegon saw that the advisors had received the news, and he involuntarily felt for the lock on his armor, and if it was confirmed that the destruction of those things had been completed, there was no need for him to flee from this place.

"All four warehouses have been cleaned up, and only one warehouse remains......" said the consultant who was speaking, hesitated for a moment before continuing: "...... There is still a warehouse where a few sand rhinoceros purchased from the Grand Bazaar are breeding animals that the dwarf island wants to buy through us, and several dwarf escorts do not allow our guards to destroy the goods. ”

"And then, are the knives, swords, and crossbows made of spring steel in the guards' hands all decorations?" Aegon lifted his helmet and visor, venting his frustration in a gruff voice. The advisors could only explain to him: "Those gnomes are big customers of the Chamber of Commerce, and half of our blubber will be sold to Gnome Island, so ......"

“...... That's something for the Chamber of Commerce to consider, not for you and me," Aegon interrupted the advisor's words, as a nobleman, he was more or less aware of the rules of authority than a businessman, "but if you lose the slaughterhouse, you and I will be responsible, there is no excuse." So you know what to do?"

"Clear, understood. ”

After being told, those people also had an epiphany - they were just taking the salary of a consultant, and there was no need to the boss's heart.

Helping the teleportation lizard squeeze air out of the airbag, the advisor immediately handed it to Aegon, and the plenipotentiary representative of the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce in King's Landing announced in a stern tone, "Clean up that warehouse." Notice that I say 'clean up'. ”

He repeats it, accentuating the pronunciation on the key words. Presumably, the person on the other side should be able to understand what he meant, as long as those people do so, even if they are held accountable afterwards, he can also put the blame on those family guards.

"The next thing to think about is who brought that damn monster into the docks, and where is he hiding now?" Aegon thought to himself. Although he also felt a little heavy on his armor, he didn't let go of the unlocked button in the end.