Akford's face was ugly, as disgusting as if he had eaten a fly. (No pop-up ads). The update is so fast.

A qualified businessman should hide his true emotions under a smile, but now he can't control his emotions, and even the smile on his face is slightly distorted.

The nearly two-hour cordial talks yielded no tangible results, and the two sides reached a stalemate over the determination of commodity prices, which he expected. The other party is an excellent leader who can lead tens of thousands of refugees to escape from the north, and she must not be treated with contempt just because she is a 'woman'.

The temporary 'sexual' stalemate is not important, and both sides know very well in each other's hearts that this 'transaction' is bound to be reached, and it is nothing more than a matter of profit. The business of more than one million gold coins is an unimaginable astronomical amount for ordinary people, but for Baron Saladin, it is also a "normal business" on the books. His real purpose is to 'feel' the reality of these exiles, and then determine whether he wants to make a real big deal here.

Akford was very satisfied with the information he had received so far, and Tiana was clearly willing to eat the food, which was a wise move, and it also showed that she had a lot of money, but she was not willing to 'spend' more money for those necessities.

Don't look at the ragged appearance of this group of exiles and think that they are really beggars who want to eat, Akford has noticed the troops who are in charge of guarding around the valley, and although the armor is broken, the soldiers have a terrifying murderous look in their eyes, and they know that they are the 'elite' warriors who have survived a hundred battles.

Akford had seen the 'elite' troops of Thunder Fortress, and these northern warriors, who were said to be from Isttalon, were no less 'good' than them. From the time he entered the valley, he had seen hundreds of soldiers, at least the size of a legion, which was not a figure that an ordinary local lord could afford. This confirms his previous conjecture from one side - Tiana's hands are abundant.

Of course, he wouldn't know that after leaving Isttalon, El had never been paid a military salary along the way. The real reason why there is no demoralization and rout in other armies is that they themselves are fleeing for their lives. And there is almost no place to use money on the way to escape.

The merchant is a strange creature who is good at using the art of language, but because of this, he never believes what comes out of the mouth. [Marshmallow wants to read almost all the books.,It's much more stable and faster than the general station.,There's no ads in the whole text.] They prefer to draw their own judgment by looking for clues from other angles through their own eyes.

It's more of a gamble than confidence. What you see with your eyes may not always be the truth, and the conclusions drawn by rational inference may not be correct. As the saying goes, the price of overconfidence is to be targeted by the opponent. It is easy to be deceived and deceived.

What makes Akford's face look so ugly is the change that has taken place in the camp in just two hours.

If the previous camp gave people the feeling of being exhausted for the rest of their lives, there was always a sense of decadence. Now the camp is like a breath of fresh air and has regained its vitality.

Akford soon discovered the source of the change in atmosphere, that is, the sudden appearance of the bazaar in the camp, where all sorts of merchants had gathered to set up stalls to sell their goods, and judging from the details of their words and demeanors, it was definitely not a promiscuous pretender, but a real colleague.

At such a time, ordinary people may think to themselves, "Where did this market come from?" but the thinking of businessmen is different from normal people, and the first question they think about at this time is, "What will be the impact of this market on my profits?"

Of course, there will be an impact, and it is not optimistic. Akford didn't know where the merchants came from. There is absolutely no way that the Thunder Fortress will allow caravans outside of the Silver Ingot Fort to pass through freely, and the Blackstone Fort is a Jedi surrounded by mountains, so the only possibility is that these merchants also fled with the exiles, and they themselves belong to this collective.

Only merchants know merchants best, and when he sees them appear, Akford knows that he must compromise on the necessities of life, otherwise the business may be a failure. The forces within the Thunder Fortress are not monolithic. It is also impossible for the Silver Ingot Fort to have a monopoly operation. As long as Tiana has this group of merchants under her command, the problem of shortage of living materials will be solved sooner or later.

It is rumored that Lord Churkin favors the young lady of the Timberwolves family and spares no effort to support her. Small issues such as the buying and selling of commodities must be insignificant in front of them. He relied on the special information channels of Silver Ingot Castle to be able to get ahead the day after the exile arrived, and it was the time difference that the other party was not familiar with. If you let that young lady breathe a sigh of relief. I'm afraid this business will not be so easy to do.

If you can't even do this business, then I'm afraid the next business will not be discussed.

Thinking of this, Akford's brain was already covered with a layer of fine sweat, he hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth and turned back to Gao Wen, who was following him, and whispered: "Lord Gao Wen, this business may not be easy to discuss, I have to go back now to make some preparations." ”

"That young lady is no ordinary person. Don't think of her as a canary who doesn't know how to do it. If you really want to build a relationship with her, it's best not to care about the profits. "Gawain is not a professional businessman, but he sees it better than Akford. He saw that Akford's expression was a little anxious, and couldn't help but say coldly: "If you don't feel at ease, go back, I'll walk around here alone, remember not to delay business." ”

Akford nodded his head as if he had been 'amnestied', took a handkerchief from his 'chest' pocket, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and when he had calmed down, his face regained the smile of a merchant, and strode towards Tiana's tent.

"The most outstanding heir of the next generation of Silver Ingot Castle? that's all......" Listening to the footsteps of Akford's departure, Gawain didn't look back, just sighed and whispered to himself.

There was really nothing to see in the newly established camp, especially when they still had nothing in their hands. Gawain had a hard time understanding what clues Akford had uncovered to overturn his own plans, but it didn't matter to him.

What really intrigued Gawain was the ruins of Blackstone Fort, where an extremely tragic battle had taken place, and he happened to know both sides of the battle and why. Although it is said that the battlefield has been cleaned there, there is always something beyond common sense that it is difficult to physically erase the traces, and he is here for this.

The exiles' convoy was stationed outside the ruins of Blackstone Fort, apparently preparing to rebuild the castle, and of course no outsiders would be allowed to travel with it. Of course, this was not a reason to stop Gawain from going, he just needed a little time to observe his surroundings and confirm some of his suspicions.

Before he knew it, Gawain found himself under the castle, and not far in front of him, a small group of soldiers guarded the castle's big 'gate', and through the cracks in the broken exterior wall, he could see that many people were cleaning up the rubble and gravel. It's a non-technical job, but it's labor-intensive and time-consuming.

If you go straight in like this, it will inevitably arouse the vigilance of those soldiers. Gawain frowned slightly, glanced to both sides, and instead of finding the blind spot that the guards had missed, he saw a rudimentary tavern.

In fact, the word rudimentary is not enough to describe the depravity of the tavern, which from the outside looks like a tinkered stable, with a plausible shelf casually erected out of straw stacks. But it is not easy for these exiles to do so.

I don't know what kind of psychology I had, Gao Wen walked into the bar by a ghost, and to his surprise, the customers in this bar were really three-minded, nine-rate, five-flower, eight-door, even humanoids could occupy a place, and the already very simple tavern seemed more vulgar and crowded because of their existence...... But that's exactly what a tavern should smell like.

The tavern owner, who leaned on the bar and looked at the beautiful 'waiter' and 'girl', was not very old, and looked a little familiar, Gawain subconsciously thought about it carefully in his heart, and vaguely remembered that this person seemed to be an officer. But it's no wonder that it's not easy for other refugees to escape for their lives, and I'm afraid that only people in the army can hide good wine.

Gawain frowned, and suddenly remembered that he actually didn't drink, and he probably couldn't find any news in this kind of indiscriminate tavern, so he turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment, a sign that crossed the corner of his eye made him turn back sharply and stop.

What caught his attention were two officers sitting in the corner with their heads drunk, and on the scabbard of the middle-aged officer's saber was carved a sign of the eyes of the Society of Truth. Gawain squinted his eyes and looked closely, and noticed that the armor on the two of them was also slightly different from the army seen outside.

It's a bit old, but it's the armor of the Society of Truth!

But how could the descendants of the Society of Truth appear in this remote ghost place?

The doubts swirling in his heart made Gawain unable to take a step, and he groaned for a moment, and finally turned around and walked towards the two officers. For some reason, he vaguely felt that most of the gaze staring at him disappeared immediately.

On the edge of the bar, the young 'girl' with her back to Gawain raised her finger and blew softly, and the slender black 'color' thorns like needles quietly poked out from the back of her hand, resting on the tips of her fingers, blooming a bright 'bright' red 'color' rose the size of a fingernail.

"What is this?" El whispered as he looked at the new 'trick' she had created.

"This is the secret of the 'female'. Lolana grinned.

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