A few of the men in the merchant group struggled to carry the two boxes of magic cores onto the carriage, and the merchant Dirk left in the carriage.

Although the two-headed ogre usually doesn't pay much attention to these magic cores, but the three magic cores containing spars were smashed from his hands, even if he is usually a little wooden, but this does not mean that he is stupid, and naturally he also knows what it means to open three magic crystals out of ten magic cores.

The current market price of the three magic crystals is about twenty-one gold coins.

On average, each of the ten magic crystals is worth at least two gold coins.

With such a high crystal yield, the value of the five thousand magic cores in the wooden box itself will be nearly 10,000 gold coins.

Surdak is now sold for 5,000 gold coins per box, and if this is the case, then Surdak will lose a lot.

After all, solving the demon core is not a handicraft, as long as there is a fine whetstone, it can be done.

The ogre, who had always had something to say, waited for the merchant Dirk to leave, and then reminded Surdak bluntly:

"Boss, the probability of these magic cores opening magic crystals is so high, will we lose money if we sell a box of magic cores so cheaply?"

Surdak was standing next to the map, drawing a striking circle of the small towns on the map with a red pen, and connecting them into line segments to analyze the route of the march.

Hearing Gulit say this, Surdak discovered that ogres had learned to think.

Surprised, Surdak explained to Gulitham:

"This ...... Of course not, because I have hand-picked these cores. ”

The ogre's eyes widened, and he was startled by Surdak's hand.

Surdak touched his nose, smiled a little embarrassedly, and said:

"Each wooden box contains about seven hundred and fifteen magic cores with intact magic crystals.

These magic cores are worth five thousand gold coins, of course, after all, solving the magic core also requires wages, so they can still open some more magic crystal fragments, and finally there will be some magic stone powder left, in short, they will not lose, but they don't expect to make a fortune. ”

"Uh......" Gulitham didn't know what to say.

However, his good brother brainflower blinked his eyes and asked with great interest, "Dark, since you know which magic core contains magic crystals, why don't we keep all the magic cores that contain magic crystals?" ”

Surdak stood with the two-headed ogre and said:

"To do business is to be honest, deceive people once, and next time I'm afraid no one will do business with us."

"As long as we are fighting outside, we can't do without these merchant groups."

"Compared with the logistics supply regiment of the military department, these merchant groups are more punctual and trustworthy."

"We don't have much time to dismantle the magic core now, and there aren't many gold coins in the logistics warehouse, so we need to take out some magic cores to exchange them for gold coins."

"I don't want to earn them, and I don't want to lose too much, so these boxes of magic cores are specially prepared for them."

"Of course, it's also a process of building trust with each other."

At the gate of the barracks in the distance, grain trucks drove into the camp.

There are thirteen canteens in the barracks alone, all of which are rushing to bake wheat cakes.

These wheat cakes usually do not spoil for a week or two, and for the soldiers of the hoplite infantry regiment, a roasted wheat cake is a day's ration.

Probably smelling the smell of baked wheat cakes, the ogre didn't continue to chat with Surdak, and ran straight to the cafeteria to prepare a few scones to cushion his stomach.

……

Early in the morning, Dirk. Quleton lifted the blanket and sat up from the makeshift folding bed in the carriage, ignoring the fact that the young female assistant lying next to him was exposed to the air.

Pushing the carriage away, the people walked out, picked up a glass of water from the wooden shelf next to it, and rinsed their mouths.

Seeing the financial officer of the merchant group walking over with a tired face, holding an account book in his hand, he asked with concern: Gu type

"What's the matter, are all those demon cores open?"

"It's all open." The treasurer was a little out of his spirits.

Dirk asked, "How's the appearance rate?" ”

This is what he cares about the most, these magic cores are what he bought back for 10,000 gold coins.

This time, the merchant group sold all the goods, and it may not be able to make so much money.

Like all gamblers, he was extremely anxious to open some more magic crystals, and he was very worried, worried that there was nothing in those magic cores.

The treasurer said casually: "Well, it can be determined that these magic cores contain seven hundred and twelve complete magic crystals, and there are also fifty incomplete magic crystals, which are estimated to be able to polish hundreds of magic crystal fragments." ”

Hearing this number, Dirk was slightly disappointed, but at the same time slightly relieved.

"It seems that this transaction will not lose money!"

Then he also asked with a look of surprise: "Why are there so few magic crystal fragments?" ”

"Well, how do I know that! Nothing else, I'm going to catch up on sleep! The treasurer of the merchant group was a little speechless, and said to Dirk.

The financial officer sent by the merchant group this time is a relative of the proprietress on the side, and even if he is usually a little tired at work, Dirk can't say anything.

Dirk nodded and agreed, "Okay, I got it." ”

The treasurer glanced at the deck of the deck, then turned and climbed into the compartment of another caravan.

Dirk walked to the campfire in the camp, a group of stewards and men gathered here for breakfast, everyone saw Dirk coming, quickly gave up their place, was brought him a cup of hot milk tea, Dirk tore a small half of a scone in the hands of a steward, and sat down with everyone to have breakfast.

The morning on the plateau is a little cold, drink a cup of hot milk tea, and the whole person warms up.

"What is the economic strength of those barracks soldiers you have come into contact with during this time?" Dirk asked the supervisors around him.

Due to the fact that the goods in the merchant group were very mixed, these subordinate supervisors were each responsible for a mess, and they usually had the most contact with the soldiers in the army.

"It's all very generous, especially the cavalry who participated in the main attack on the town, and a group of auxiliaries who burned corpses." The director in charge of selling dried meat in the caravan took a sip of milk tea and said.

A young supervisor next to him was a little stunned, and asked in a whisper with some incomprehension:

"Burning corpses will also make such money? Doesn't the legion manage the belongings of the fallen soldiers? ”

The head of the butcher's business explained:

"The money in their pockets should not have come from the fallen soldiers, the legion has very strict control over this aspect, and it is not a group of people who clean the battlefield and burn the corpses, and it is not their turn to make money."

With that, he untied a money pocket from his waist and picked out a few gold coins that were mottled and even melted and extremely twisted, and the black marks on them seemed to have been brushed and still remained in the veins.

"If you look at these gold coins, they're basically like this, and there are some silver coins that look worse than this one." The director said.

Several supervisors took it and rubbed it in their hands, and some put it to their mouths and sniffed it.

A middle-aged supervisor who looked very greasy asked in surprise, "How did you burn like this, this is ...... Corpse oil? ”

Dirk picked up a gold coin, threw it to the director with nausea, and then said:

"These coins probably fell out of the stomachs of the Crypt People and Hellhounds after they were burned to ashes. This is no longer a gold coin, and if you see this kind of gold coin in the future, you can only recover it at the price of the gold bar containing impurities. ”

A group of supervisors hurriedly agreed, "Yes, Director Dirk." ”

Dirk asked a young supervisor again, "Is the list of offers ready?" ”

"Ready."

Dirk nodded, and said to the cup in his hand, "Give it to me, and I'll go and discuss the next cooperation with Commander Surdak." ”