The god of business, Ludern, is definitely not a god of good, and although he is in the neutral camp, many people believe that he is more inclined to the evil side. Pinshu.com(. Legend has it that he was a half-human, half-demon hybrid before he became a god, and although Ludern's sacrifice has always denied this, there are still some low-level believers who believe it.

In a way, this is also the true portrayal of the image of the merchant in the minds of mortals.

In this war-torn era where divine power and royal power coexisted, the identity and status of merchants have always been in a relatively embarrassing situation. They have long since left the level of commoners, but they are not recognized by the aristocracy. Although it looks glamorous on the surface, in the eyes of the real superiors, it is tantamount to a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

However, as the saying goes, the poor must be hated, and the reason why merchants are not treated well is because of their greed for profit.

From the moment human civilization began to develop, the pursuit of wealth has become the driving force behind the progress of civilization, or in the words of an ancient sage, money is the root of all evil. A businessman who makes a living from the pursuit of profit is naturally the driving force behind the control of the root of all evil. For the sake of profit, they do not hesitate to take risks, ignoring all justice and justice in the world.

"Order is the basis of the existence of this world, and it is the truth summed up by our ancestors in the process of exploring the world through obstacles and at countless costs. It is obvious that the aristocracy enjoyed respect, and close relatives could not intermarry. If order can be disrupted just for the sake of profit, then such businessmen themselves are short-sighted and not worth mentioning. ”

A young man dressed in a tight-fitting black monastic robe stood on top of a hill, letting the cold peaks sweep past him without changing his face. In his hand he held a heavy book with a silver metal cover, his features like finely carved sculptures, perfectly proportioned but lifeless.

The middle-aged man standing behind him was gorgeously dressed and looked aristocratic, but the philistine air between his eyebrows still revealed his true identity.

Many merchants paid a fortune to obtain a noble status, but this status was usually a virtual title of Honorary Lord. Moreover, there was no right of inheritance, and the true title of nobility had to be canonized by the king himself.

Of course, there is no room for manipulation, and a more professional approach is to marry the heirs of the nobility who have the right to inherit the title, or put the hope on the next generation......

Many people think that this is a desire for respect and recognition by businessmen, and even the businessmen themselves say so. In reality, however, for those who are real businessmen, face is never important.

There are only interests, enough interests. is the only driving force for businessmen.

For example, now, the caravan full of living supplies behind the middle-aged man. Without an officially recognized identity, it would be impossible for such caravans to move freely through the Thunder Fortress. The leading caravan guard held aloft a banner bearing the emblem of the Silver Ingot Fort, which represented the only commercial pass permit in the Thunder Fortress. Sole means monopoly, and monopoly means immeasurable profits.

The middle-aged businessman did not answer the young man's speech, and he knew very well that the adult was not disgusted with him, but that it was just his usual self-talk.

As a qualified businessman, you must know how to read words and emotions and judge the situation. When to speak, when to know how to be silent. When to pay the baht, when to deal with it calmly, this is a profound knowledge.

"Those Darkmoon cultists who truly believe in the order will never give you this kind of advice, because in their eyes, anyone must be responsible for their own actions, and if you dare to play with fire, you must be mentally prepared to play with fire**, and only after you really get a lesson will you be impressed. ”

It seems that he sensed the disapproval of the middle-aged businessman. The young monk did not continue to discuss the subject, he raised his head and looked at the birds flying in the sky, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The fact that this self-proclaimed exile team was able to escape from the plague in the north was not so simple. ”

"I heard that the leader of this team is a beautiful woman and a high-ranking magician. I wonder if you'd be interested in meeting her, Lord Gawain?" said the middle-aged businessman, smiling as he stroked the manicured beard on his chin.

"Since you say so, it means that this woman is not simple, is it necessary for me to come forward?" said the young monk who was addressed as Lord Gawain, looking back at the middle-aged merchant's expression.

"Judging from the information we have gathered so far, that young lady is indeed not an ordinary person. The middle-aged merchant nodded and said, "Tiana, Lanstadt, claims to be the last bloodline of the Northern Timberwolf family. And it has also been inherited by the great magician Doria. However, according to our intelligence, there was no such young lady in the Timberwolves family before the outbreak of the plague. The only resemblance was the Timberwolf Duke's youngest daughter, Miria, but that young lady had no magical talent. ”

"Where did you get the information?" Gawain looked at the middle-aged merchant with some surprise, he didn't care about the content of the information, but the source of the information.

You must know that the northern counties are thousands of miles away, and just as El has never heard of the Thunder Fortress before, many civilians living in the south may not know about the northern lords who pioneered three hundred years ago. It wasn't surprising that a large chamber of commerce with an official background like Silver Ingot Castle had information about the North, but even they couldn't have the energy to gather such trivial information.

Why did the question of a woman's identity attract the attention of these businessmen?

"In fact, before this, we had received a confidential letter from a 'special channel' to investigate the true identity of this young lady. The middle-aged merchant hesitated for a moment, walked into Gawain's side and whispered.

"Special channels?Who has the authority to use special channels to investigate the origin of a woman?Do those guys want women to go crazy?" Gawain frowned, and said in a cold and angry voice.

"The seal of the secret letter comes from...... Rattlesnake. The middle-aged businessman whispered.

"Rattlesnake, Count Sneiker?" Gawain thought for a moment, his face changing slightly. He looked the middle-aged merchant in the eye and asked in a deep voice, "He's dead." ”

"Yes, but the secret letter was sent before he died. The middle-aged businessman sighed, with a helpless expression on his face: "So, you understand what I'm worried about, right?"

"It's absolutely impossible. Gawain shook his head and said with a gloomy face: "The awakening of the apostles has brought irreparable disaster to Oakrant. No other apostolic ......"

"In this world, nothing is impossible. The middle-aged merchant smiled bitterly: "From the moment His Highness Pandora appeared here, the whole plan has gone off track. We at Silver Ingot Castle have always had reservations about this, but now it seems that we can't stay out of it. ”

"The reason why you have reservations is that you just don't want to bet in advance, and to put it bluntly, you are still worried about the risk. Gawain snorted coldly and said, "But your caution is also wise, the current Truth Society has been completely controlled by His Highness, all opposition voices have been completely wiped out, and peripheral subordinates like you can only remain silent at this time." ”

"With all due respect, Lord Gawain. The middle-aged hurt man hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously: "You are right to say that businessmen pursue profits, but we also know very well that food cannot grow on land without nutrients. Now the plague is raging in the country, and the situation has eroded. If there is another accident in the Thunder Fortress, Oakrant's future may be worrying. ”

"You're thinking too much. Gawain shook his head and said with a calm face: "From the moment Pandora appeared, the country has sounded the death knell of destruction, and the disappearance of Marivian has only delayed the arrival of the final moment of collapse. ”

Gao Wen's caustic words made the middle-aged merchant's face change greatly, but after all, his face was deep, and after his face changed several times, he still forced out a forced smile, and said with a smile: "No matter what, our Silver Ingot Fort will guard the Thunder Fortress until the last moment, this is the mission of the ancestors." ”

"Inheritance of the ancestors, don't be kidding me, from the moment your soul is captured by money, you have abandoned the glory of the past. Gawain scoffed at the middle-aged man's impassioned rhetoric, but since the other party was willing to make such a statement, he didn't bother to talk nonsense.

"Have you forgotten that the ancestor who founded the Silver Ingot Fort was the most successful merchant of that era?" the middle-aged merchant laughed, "We have never abandoned our faith. ”

"Well, for the sake of your self-confidence, I'll accompany you to find out the truth of that woman. The corners of Gao Wen's eyes twitched slightly, and he said in a low voice with a calm face: "But it's best not to delay my time, you know the real purpose of my coming here this time." ”

"Of course, it would be best if you could confirm the identity of the young lady, so that we can be prepared in advance. But no matter what, we will definitely not delay the matter on your side, this time we have pulled the best detection equipment over, and there will be absolutely no omission. ”

The middle-aged merchant turned around, pointed to the caravan behind him, and smiled earnestly.

"It's just that the equipment that measures the data of the tomb doesn't need so many goods as cover, right?" Gao Wen narrowed his eyes, looked at the caravan pack horses that were not in front of and behind, and asked meaningfully, "Could it be that you really want to do business with those fleeing beggars? How much oil and water can they have?"

"You don't have to worry about this, population itself is the most valuable commodity. The middle-aged businessman smiled confidently. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )