"Hmm..."

The merchant's earnest answer startled the soldiers, but of course, it was the hideous scar that made them feel slightly uneasy.

The terrible scar that can cut off half of the head, it is hard to imagine how fierce the battle was at that time.

There are also different types of merchants, and it is said that there are some outlaws, and the one in front of me is very similar.

Realizing this, they quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as ordinary border soldiers, they did not have a lot of combat experience.

I can't help but be a little jealous.

"You can't sell things like silver jewelry, and raw meat and grain are not allowed to be sold, so I'll warn you first."

"To be honest, there's no business to do here."

Finding the topic, the two border soldiers turned over and dismounted, walked slowly to the wooden cart, and patted the merchant on the shoulder as they passed him.

Truth be told, the people of Aranok had little need for luxuries or knick-knacks like silver ornaments—demons were infested, the land was barren, there were many religions, and many were starved and unclothed.

No market, no trade, no business.

Even if there were, goods such as gold and silver had their own channels and were regulated in Aranok, just like meat and food.

"I sell weapons."

The Scar Merchant's expression was calm and concise, and he knew what was going on in Aranok.

"What did you say?"

The two border soldiers had narrowed pupils, and the Scar Merchant's accent was not heavy, but they still felt that they might have misheard.

"Sharp scimitars, cheap arrows, and some blueprints from the plains."

The Scar Merchant waved his hand, taking in the soldier's expression, "Aranok's statutes don't mention that weapons can't be sold, do they?" I will wait at the border for my guests to come... Of course, if you guys have this idea too, I'd love to. ”

He lowered his head slightly, glanced at the soldiers' weapons, and smiled, "They're all old, I promise, my cargo will meet your appetite." ”

All I got was silence.

Later, it was confirmed that the Scar Merchant had no intention of entering the country, which made the two soldiers breathe a sigh of relief, and they pondered their words, "I hope so... We'll watch you. ”

After saying that, the two soldiers got on their horses with cold faces, turned and left.

"Okay, I'm going to have to get the workers to drink."

The Scar Merchant nodded to himself and shouted at the workers behind him to disperse, some walking towards the nearby camp and others sitting on the spot.

Soon, a woman approached the Scar Merchant, frowned, and said, "When is the Bian Sha sergeant who ordered the order coming?" Oh my God, look at the stupidity of these soldiers, if we had the idea of doing it, their heads would have been hanging from the necks of our horses. ”

"Don't worry, it's been so long, rest for a while."

The Scar Merchant took the dried fruit from his bosom and handed it to the woman, "Listen, I can make a lot of money this time, and when it's over, I'll buy Ragdon's orchard, and then you'll be the Lady of the Manor." ”

"I don't care about that."

Holding back a smile, the woman stiffly turned her head to the side and took the dried fruit with a shy face.

"Haha."

The Scar Merchant wrinkled his nose and smiled, "I think planting some grapes and taking care of the life of the estate is right for you, just like when we first met..."

The voice faded into the gentle sunlight, and the woman could no longer hear the next words, she lowered her head and smiled brightly.

At the same time, the workers exchanged supplies with the residents of the camp, and the transaction went very smoothly.

Looking away, Tang Ze in the air looked at the two soldiers who were riding horses and dust, gradually leaving the border, and galloping towards the desert area.

"What's going on?"

Tang Ze was surprised, the behavior of the two border soldiers was a little abnormal.

The figure quickly disappeared into the sand.

He thought for himself as time passed in the flickering of demonic scales, and as night fell, the camp gradually filled with the light of a campfire.

The merchant got along well with the local residents, and held a small party, with the faint sound of singing.

At this moment, the two border soldiers returned with a small group of men, the color of their armor blending with the night.

Tang Ze's eyes flickered, and he wanted to take advantage of the night to continue his journey in the direction of Lu Gaoin, but he instinctively didn't want to miss a good show below.

The merchant's side quickly noticed the sound of horses' hooves.

They stood up, and the light of the campfire made his and the woman's faces red.

Hearing the fragmentary sound of armor clashing, the woman's expression became visibly nervous.

"Don't worry."

The Scar Merchant smiled slightly, turned to the darkness and shouted, "Hugh Ren? ”

"I'm sorry, it's Keno Delson."

A clear voice came from the darkness, and then a tall figure stepped out, gray eyes looking sharp.

"What's going on?"

"It's not the same as it says it's good."

The Scar Merchant's face was unkind, and he pulled the woman behind him.

"I'm sorry."

The gray-eyed man said apologetically, "Hugh Ren is a fake name, but it is indeed me who contacted you. ”

"There's an accident in this place, and I need your help... As a sign of our apology, we will pay you twice as much afterwards. ”

He motioned to his men behind him to drag out the bag full of currency, "This is the money for the weapon, you can count it." ”

At this time, not only the scar merchant and the woman, but also the local residents around the campfire showed surprised expressions.

Keno Delson was one of the generals of the Northwest Frontier of Aranok and a highly regarded master of combat.

People have only seen it on earthen walls and portraits of deeds on billboards, and it is hard to imagine that it would appear in such a remote place.

He is the quintessential hero of Aranok.

A burning curiosity led the residents to guess the identity of the Scar Merchant.

Locked in by all kinds of eyes, he frowned, showing a disgusted expression for the first time.

"This is how you Aranoks do things? I don't feel any sincerity in it. ”

The gray-eyed man's face did not change when he heard this, "I'm sorry, time doesn't allow me to show you more sincerity, not far from here, there is one..."

"That's enough."

The Scar Merchant indifferently interrupted the gray-eyed man's words, "I don't accept it, you know me, and you shouldn't have hope." ”

"Yes."

The gray-eyed man was not surprised at all, and said, "Your Excellency has taken this into account, and he has instructed me to add a little more to you at this moment." ”

Keno Delson's indomitable attitude angered the Scar Merchant, who lowered his voice and shouted, "You're challenging my..."

"He will give you an estate, the most beautiful pearl in the whole Northwest, Serendur."

The Scar Merchant's voice paused for the next moment, and the exclamation of the woman beside him could be heard in the silence.

There is a big difference between a manor given by the royal family and a manor that is sold, not only in terms of its outward value that can be measured in money, but also in terms of intrinsic value - honors, titles, better servants, better circles, and so on.

Even if he was a scar merchant before, he had never encountered this kind of treatment, otherwise he would not have become a businessman.

"How well do you know me?"

The Scar Merchant's expression softened, but his eyes were fixed on the gray-eyed man in front of him.

"Not much, but I think you're the right fit."

The gray-eyed man smiled calmly, he knew that the man in front of him would not refuse this opportunity no matter what.