Two barrels of whale oil, thirty bags of copper ore, twenty bags of iron ore, more than a hundred skins of various animals, in the dock warehouse, Rod personally counted the goods, and calculated their market unit price and total price, in the next few days, the entire ship's goods had to be sold one by one, exchanged for gold coins or materials he needed.

He left the old captain and Lawrence to take care of these matters for him, and the others let them go to the city for fun, and the Norscans, you want them to sit down and do arithmetic, it will kill them. Usually these marauders either enjoy themselves or run to the nearest market to exchange for what they want, wine or women, and the price is about the same, unlike the imperial merchants, who are so shrewd that they can figure out a copper plate with you.

"Tell me, Captain Roberts, do you hate me?"

Sitting in front of the mountain of goods, Rhodes calmly asked the old captain, who was the original owner of the Flying Giant, but because he encountered Norsca marauders on the way, he was instantly reduced from a petty bourgeois to a proletariat. The entire ship's cargo also became Rhodes' property in an instant. Rhodes deliberately asked him when he was done and observed his reaction.

"How could the lord ask that? Of course not, you saved my life, how can I hate you. ”

The old man was a little surprised by Rod's question, and he paused for a moment and respectfully gave the answer.

However, Rhodes was not satisfied with such an answer. He continued to stare at him.

"Tell you the truth, do you hate me? Your ship, your cargo, now all belong to me, do you hate me?"

Rod asked seriously.

"No...... Don't hate...... My lord. You didn't rob the ship, it was the pirates. You saved me...... I still owe you a debt of gratitude...... Although ......"

Roberts spat out.

"Although what?"

Rod asked.

"Although I am now a poor man and in debt, my life was saved anyway. ”

When the old captain returned, his face was sad, like a dark cloud that could not be dissolved.

"So, if I had a job, would you want to follow me?"

Rod asked seriously.

Old Captain Roberts had a look of surprise on his face, but he quickly nodded frantically and said yes. In fact, he really had nowhere to go, no ship, no cargo, no trade, no heavy work, and if he got out of here, he would be reduced to a beggar.

"Yes, you say. ”

"Well, in two days, you come back to Blackhammer with me, and the captain of this ship is still you. And my request is very simple, you will be in charge of the route from Blackhammer to Baker Harbor, the cargo of Blackhammer will be transported directly from my territory to the Empire, and your job is to continue to serve as captain and ensure that the Flying Giant sails safely and does not encounter storms and reefs. I will give you a salary of 500 silver shillings per month. ”

Rod said calmly. The old captain thought he had misheard, until Rod took out the employment contract. He trembled and signed the blood seal on the contract.

Of course, there were also arrangements for hiring Roberts to continue as captain Rode. Blackhammer does not yet have skilled captains and sailors, and in the past, every shipment had to wait for other merchants to pass by before it could be sold uniformly.

However, these merchants had their own ships, so they bought ore at a low price and sold it at a high price in the Empire, thus earning the difference in price. But now it is different, Rhodes has his own ship, and he no longer allows these merchants to make intermediate profits. Do your own trade. If you don't have a captain, you need a qualified old captain, and Roberts is the current candidate. Unlike the other captains, who had their own ships and would not be willing to bend the knee as a servant, Roberts had nothing left but sailing experience, which was exactly what Rod needed.

Of course, Rhodes didn't need to worry about him defecting and taking the ship away. After all, every time he goes to sea, there are people from Black Hammer Fort to escort him, and these people say that they are escorting, but in fact, they are also supervising the captain and not letting him have any selfish thoughts.

In addition, Rhodes also promised him that if he did a good job and there was no mistake of HNA, he would own 300% of the profits of each freight. When this series of conditions was laid out, Roberts couldn't believe his ears. In the past, there were fights between castle lords, and the losing side was either directly slaughtered or plundered, but the white bear lord in front of him was left with a way to live, and there was hope...... He didn't dare to say anything about the idea of robbing ships again, and the murderous scenes of those Norska pirates a few days ago are still vivid......

After arranging the work of his subordinates, Rhodes began to deal with the goods at hand. He made a whole table.

Wolf skins, 5 gold crowns each, a total of 20 pieces, 5*20 is 100 gold crowns.

Red fox skin, 9 gold crowns each, 5 pieces in total, 5 * 9 = 45 gold crowns.

White fox skin, 11 gold crowns each, a total of 5 pieces, 5 * 11 = 55 gold crowns.

Buckskins, 50 silver shillings each, 60 in total, 50 * 60 = 3000 silver shillings, that is, 150 gold crowns.

Lion skin, 20 gold crowns each, 3 in total, 20*3=60 gold crowns.

White lion skin, 35 gold crowns each, only 1 in total......

It is worth mentioning that the noble women of the empire seem to be very interested in fox skins, and a fox skin is sold from hunters for about 5 to 6 gold crowns, and the price doubles when the merchants buy it and sell it on the empire's market. From the market to the hands of various aristocratic women, the price increased by another thirty percent.

Each fox pelt went into the hands of the nobles for at least 13 gold crowns. If it is a white fox fur, the price will be even higher. Native to the northern forests and mountainous regions, the fur was soft and felt good, and in winter, a pair of white fox gloves was a favorite of every imperial noblewoman.

The lion skin is the favorite of every northern lord, and a complete lion skin is placed in the center of the lobby, so it can be said that there is as much wind as possible. It can not only show the owner's magnanimous demeanor, but also boost the aura, making the whole hall look domineering. White lion skin, on the other hand, is extremely difficult to obtain, and the price is also very high, twice as much as ordinary lion skin, and sometimes more. According to the market supply and demand, generally speaking, the price is higher in winter, and relatively lower in summer, because no hunter dares to go into the mountains to hunt in winter, and the supply side is in a state of stagnation, so the price is naturally much more expensive. Some aristocrats and merchants who had warehouses in the city saw such a business opportunity, and they could make a lot of profit by hoarding winter goods in the summer and selling them in the winter. In short, when the city is bigger, there are more ways to make money.

Rod roughly calculated, in the fur business, he could earn nearly five hundred gold crowns on this trip. What kind of concept is the 500 gold crown? In the old continent, the annual income of the junior nobles was only 500 gold crowns. Of course, Rhodes' harvest this time is an unexpected gain, trade is not like this, it requires various costs, at least it takes a lot of money to purchase these goods, and these, Rhodes does not need to think about, these gold are equivalent to being earned for nothing, because it was originally plundered......