Since the establishment of the Duchy of Sparta, a large amount of fur, meat, bones and other things have traveled north along the branches of the River of Life to complete the trade in the Flame City.

As a lord, a powerful lord, a lord who is very wise in the eyes of others, the advantage is that orders are given without hindrance, and Mo Xuan is comparable to a king in this place of Flame City.

Textile mills, tanneries, canneries, and bacon factories were established one after another, which brought great profits to the city of flames, and at the same time consumed the few idle female workers in the city. Then Flame City is like a big factory, and every morning and evening is where the most people appear.

As if they wanted to make enough money from their previous lives, these workers went out early and returned to a wind-up toy every day, without knowing the slightest tiredness.

Although the long and monotonous work is very tiring, everyone has a happy look on their faces after work.

With the day's wages in hand, I took my wife and children to the market or the bustling street to buy those clothes, furniture, toys and so on.

And there is one major specialty produced in the Flame City that is highly sought after by merchants, and that is wool.

Compared with other clothing materials, wool has high elasticity, good warmth, and excellent dyeing performance. What's more, the dyes in Blaze seem to be more showy than in other places, with more colors to choose from.

In this world where the formula of the dye is kept strictly secret, many people's clothing styles are not monotonous, especially the clothing of the nobility is even more diverse, and these classes can be said to be the most comparable class for the sake of face. But some colors of cloth are still prohibitive even for these nobles, and they are too expensive, almost three points more expensive than gold.

Mo Xuan sinisterly divided the wool into three grades, one grade and one price, in fact, in the eyes of ordinary people, there is no difference at all, but the nobles don't think so, about why these wool materials are so divided, which quality is the best, what color is not easy to get, etc.

Then in the case of Mo Xuan's beginning, roughly dividing the classes, the nobles cooperated very well to carefully divide the classes for the wool produced in Flame City. The statement that the head is the way even made Mo Xuan suspect for a while that he, the manufacturer, did not know anything about his own things clearly.

Then these nobles were very happy, and bought the wool they thought was the best at a price dozens of times more expensive than ordinary wool.

Looking at the smiling faces of the merchants under the aristocracy, even though it was already dozens of times the profit, Mo Xuan wondered if his heart was not ruthless enough, why they could laugh so happily.

The things produced by a factory would have such a different treatment, and then Mo Xuan had to sigh, sure enough, selling things still has to sell fame.

In fact, what Mo Xuan didn't know was that after receiving the goods, these nobles kept a batch for themselves, and then immediately organized a caravan to sell these wool materials, which were not cheap for them, to the Resas Empire.

The Resas Empire, which lives next to the Kingdom of Mali, has less of an iron-blooded atmosphere and more of a taste of extravagance due to the fact that there is no war all year round, and in fact, many of the nobles of the Resas Empire have close ties with the nobles of the Kingdom of Mali.

If you check the genealogy yourself, many nobles will face such a situation, their life and death enemies, the old opponent may be the children of the aunt's aunt's nephew's daughter, and the complex kinship makes the relationship network of these nobles as complicated as a spider web.

The lavish Resas nobles would often despise their relatives in the north and call them barbarians, just as their southern relatives would call them that.

The nobles of the Mali kingdom, who had long been indignant, would be very happy to write in their letters, what clothes they had recently added, what color they had, what style they had, and how noble they were! How perfect, how comfortable! In short, how comfortable to blow, and then ask at the end, do you have it?

Of course, the nobles of the Resas Empire who were stimulated did not do it, when did these turtles dare to look down on us, the key is that they really didn't have what they said in the letter.

It's like a nouveau riche driving a luxury car, holding a beauty in front of a nobleman, if the nobleman can't afford to buy these things, forget it, but they have the ability to buy, which makes them very unbearable, and then they send someone outside to check, they will be pleasantly surprised to find that there is such a perfect wool on the market, and then, they buy a large batch of the last batch, keep a part of it, and then organize their own caravan and sell it to the south.

Then the nobles of the south will be pleasantly surprised to find that they seem to be despised by the barbarians of the north.

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Just when the goods processed from the raw materials obtained from the Duchy of Sparta were selling well, such as canned wool from the Flame City, a very bad news came.

"・・・・・・You're saying that Flame City won't be able to get the raw materials of the Duchy of Sparta for some time now!" Benedict's voice was full of dissatisfaction.

"I'm reluctant to tell you the news, but it's true. The envoy who came was full of heroic aura, and his handsome face at this time was also very unreasonable.

As soon as he said this, Benedict was in a hurry, saying that now the profits from the Duchy of Sparta have accounted for a large proportion of the Flame City, and if such a part is missing, it will not be easy to get it back in the future.

"Is the situation in the Duchy dire?" Benedict asked again after calming his mind.

"You know, the principality has just been established, and the reserves of weapons are not very sufficient, and we want to get a batch of weapons. The messenger's answer was very concise, without the slightest politeness, making people feel like a soldier.

As soon as these words came out, it was Benedict's turn to scratch his head, is it a weapon? It's not a big deal, if Flame City wants to produce weapons, it is possible to equip the entire Mali Kingdom, and the key thing is whether this matter can be revealed.

You must know that the arms trade, except for the dwarf kingdom, many other large and small countries are prohibited, of course, the small batch of weapons trade, everyone will turn a blind eye and pass, now it is about the volume of weapons trading in a country, such a huge amount of trade is not something that Benedict can decide.

The emissary's eyes were fixed on Benedict, as if Benedict would be able to pull out his weapon in the next second.

Benedict was stared at all over the body, and laughed twice: "That, hehe, it seems that we don't have weapons here!"

"My king said, 'There are weapons for sale here.' The messenger was very simple, and did not care about Benedict's face at all.

Benedict scratched his head in distress, saying that he had known for a long time that the people of Sparta were brainless, but he didn't expect to be so brainless, how did this kind of tenacious person survive.

"You used to be a soldier, right?" asked Benedict tentatively.

Dead-brained proudly said, "Yes, my king, thinks that I am the most tactful person in the army, so he sent me here as an envoy." ”

Suddenly Benedict's face turned green, which is also called tactfulness, what kind of people are in the principality of Sparta.