"That young lady is the descendant of the Beifeng family, and she is also the most potential genius of the family in the past hundred years. If it weren't for the outbreak of the plague in the north, Miss would have embarked on the road of training by now. Baron Farrah spoke of the young girl with reverence. Although he was awkward, El could understand that he was right, that it was a sword that had not yet been polished.

Although Baron Farah is afraid of the identity of El and the others, he is not willing to talk about the girl in front of outsiders. The Sword Castle has hidden this young quasi-sword saint in the snow until now, and the outside world has hardly heard the wind, and naturally there are some reasons that cannot be spoken. After expressing his praise for his master, Baron Farah immediately changed the subject and began to inquire about El's purpose.

"I wonder what is the important matter of General El passing by the manor this time?" Baron Farah led the group into the living room, instructed the servants to serve refreshments, and smiled earnestly at El. Of course, he would not feel good about himself to think that the dignified general was here specifically for himself, and with his status and status, he was not qualified to provoke a big man of this level.

"Mr. Baron, I believe you are also aware of the recent outbreak of the plague, Isttalon has fallen, and General El has been ordered to lead the surviving refugees to the south, passing through the Sword Castle. Renard coughed, and said according to the script designed when he came: "The ancestors of the White Lion family have some friendship with the North Wind family, and we originally hoped to get some help and supplies in Sword Castle. But in the past few days, we have received reports that Sword Castle has been locked down and is not allowed to enter and exit, so we wanted to find out the specific situation with a local person. ”

"So that's ......" Baron Farah was obviously relieved when he heard Renard's explanation, but then sighed with a bitter face: "You don't know the situation here, there is no way to do it." Since the outbreak of the plague on a large scale, the northern regions have completely fallen, and no region has been spared. The one who has held out the longest so far is Count Kemal, who is said to have received news from Isttalon in advance and immediately locked down his city, which is why he has persisted until now. If the refugees were allowed to enter the city, even the Sword Castle would not be able to afford the consequences. ”

"It's dangerous to take in refugees, but wouldn't it be a problem to leave them like that?" asked Renard, puzzled. He hadn't experienced Isttalon's final war, and his impression of refugees was still stuck on his own team, and it was hard to understand the existence of a-stirring stick like the Cursed Sect.

"Indeed, if the refugees are left alone, there are currently nearly 30,000 refugees gathered outside the Sword Castle, and once a problem occurs, the consequences are unimaginable. Baron Farah sighed and said, "But fortunately, Sword Castle is also actively responding, and the reason why that young lady came here is to collect last year's surplus food from us local nobles, and then distribute it to the refugees in a centralized manner." ”

"I see, but as it happens, we're here for that. Renard and El glanced at each other, then turned back to Baron Farah and said, "Our team is relatively large, and even if we can get support from Sword Keep, we can't solve the fundamental problem, so we have to find our own way. I think that the land here is fertile, and there should be no shortage of food. If we can, we hope to buy a batch of grain from you, and the price is negotiable. ”

At the mention of the issue of food, Baron Farah suddenly turned into a bitter melon face, and said with a sigh: "If you want to say something else, I can still help you think of a way, but this food ...... Don't look at the wheat this year, because last year there was not such a good weather, and no one had much grain at home. If you had come half a day earlier, I would have squeezed out a little bit for you. But as you have just seen, the young lady herself has come and demanded that we hand over all the remaining grain. This is also for the sake of the stability of the Sword Fort area, and of course we are duty-bound......"

"Mr. Baron, it doesn't mean you to say that. Renard said with a frown. The girl of Sword Castle actually came here for food, which was indeed beyond their expectations. However, as a small aristocratic class, Renard certainly wouldn't believe Viscount Farah's nonsense. The characteristics of the members of this small aristocratic class are that they talk and talk and do things in three points. No matter how loyal he was to Sword Castle, it was impossible for him to really hand over all the grain for his own benefit.

"The world is difficult, and there is really nothing you can do about it. Baron Farah looked distressed.

"Five times, we pay five times the price. Renard looked at El and stretched out a palm.

The corners of Baron Farah's eyes twitched violently, looking at Renard's five open fingers, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, his eyes hesitated for a moment, and he gritted his teeth and said: "What is left in my house is food for my own life......"

"The wheat outside is about to ripen, what's the use of keeping last year's old grain?" Renard put down his hand, looked into Baron Farah's eyes, and said earnestly, "We are survivors who escaped from the plague area, and we have seen the horror of the plague. There are no outsiders here today, and I may not like to hear something that so many provinces in the north have not been able to stop the plague, how long can the Sword Castle last? Besides, even if the closure of the Sword Castle has an effect, aren't you still out now? Shouldn't you have made a plan earlier?"

Renard's seductive words certainly couldn't have been his impromptu speeches, and this seductive remarks weighing the pros and cons were imbued with Miss Lorana's style from head to toe. However, at that time, Luo Lana didn't consider that there would be such an accident, and it was originally a secret provocation, but with the current situation, it turned out to be a bitter persuasion.

Baron Farah looked at El who was sitting on the side and did not speak, hesitated for a long time in his heart, slapped the table heavily and shouted viciously: "Five thousand catties of flour, one thousand catties of black beans, this is the share to be handed over to the Sword Castle, if you want, then get ten times the price!"

In all fairness, this price cannot be said to be Baron Farrah's insatiable greed, and it is not surprising that in the year of the catastrophe, the price of grain was even a hundred times higher. Baron Farah is not a fool, if he has to hand over the grain, he will not get any of it, so it is better to sell it for money and run away secretly. Although the wheat in the field is about to ripen, no one dares to say whether the Sword Castle will last until that time, rather than waiting for luck, the money in hand is more real.

Renard looked back at El with some hesitation, which was a bit different from the script they had agreed to before they arrived. According to their pre-guesses, this Baron Farah could not easily let go even in the face of pressure, after all, for these small nobles who depended on the land to live, food was their lifeblood, and it was impossible for a single hair to spit out.

As long as Baron Farah refuses to let go, they can take the opportunity to attack, but they didn't expect this guy to be cowardly directly.

"Ten times is fine, but it's too little. El, who pondered slightly, nodded. As long as this guy has food, it's easy to do, and as for the price, it's not a problem, and he is not prepared to use money to buy it anyway. But this grain is a drop in the bucket. If you want to maintain basic combat effectiveness, a warrior must consume at least three catties of food per day. There are now more than 2,000 people under his hands, and such a small amount of food is not enough to even plug his teeth.

"General, the landlord's family has no surplus grain...... Baron Farah said with a sad face, sighing: "You see that this year's wheat is growing so well, it must be a bumper harvest year, who would have saved so much old grain? If it weren't for the outbreak of this plague, we would still be selling at a low price!"

"Mr. Baron, I don't know if there is a manor like you in the vicinity, we want to collect as much food as we can. El was indifferent to Baron Farah's frustration and said in a deep voice with a blank face.

"There are a few friends who are facing the same predicament as me, and if you need that, I can contact them right away. Baron Farah nodded hurriedly and said, "But General, there are also inflexible brains among my friends, and their loyalty to the Sword Castle is admirable, so I'm afraid there won't be much leeway in this regard." ”

"It doesn't matter, as long as there is room for negotiation. El waved his hand and said indifferently.

Baron Farah was about to speak, when he suddenly felt a chill behind him, and saw the woman wearing a hood standing behind El just now leaning into his ear, and a standard commercial smile appeared on half of his face exposed under the hood, and he whispered: "Mr. Baron is really a loyal and honest man, I guess a loyal person like you must be so trusted by the Sword Castle that the eldest lady came in person." ”

"There are groups of refugees on the road right now, and if everyone hands over their own food stocks, they will inevitably have to take risks on the way. With the wisdom of the eldest lady, she must have thought of a proper way. A well-known figure like you should stand up and organize a unified dispatch at this time. If the nearby manor lord delivers the food to you first, and then unites everyone's forces to escort it, there is no need to say much about safety. ”

"What do you mean......" Baron Farah was confused at first when he heard Lolana's demonic whisper, and then gradually opened his mouth wide, his eyes getting brighter and brighter, but his hands couldn't help but tremble. He understood the meaning of Lorana's words, but it was precisely because of this that he fell into irrepressible excitement and fear.

"That's it...... We're just a bunch of passers-by, and we're not familiar with Sword Keep, so it's best if we can make a deal with a wise gentleman. Lolana narrowed her eyes and chuckled softly, "But if it's this scale, the price will have to be renegotiated." ”

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