"These damn greedy clergymen are nothing more than those nobles! They will definitely go to hell when they die. Fabio sat in the carriage and cursed.

The attendants around the carriage couldn't help but shake their heads and smile bitterly when they heard his words.

After coming out of a monastery in the Zurich area, Fabio, the owner of the caravan, did not have a good face, and he did not listen to his curses.

The people of the caravan had become accustomed to his swearing these days.

Fabio was so angry mainly because he had suffered a lot of losses when he did business with the abbot of the monastery.

The abbot who seemed to be sanctimonious not only lowered the price frantically, but even asked Fabio to "voluntarily" donate a hundred fine furs to the monastery, which is called the dedication of the believers.

What a believer's devotion is clearly the greed of the clergy!

These were Fabio's words of resentment after losing a hundred furs.

As a businessman, he had not dealt with the church once or twice, and he was used to being asked by the priests to "donate" some money, which was not unacceptable to a believer in the gods.

It's just that this time, the "dedication" of a hundred good furs made Fabio break the defense.

For no other reason, the value of a hundred fine furs could not make up for the profits he made from trading with the abbey. In business, it's one thing to make a profit, but it's another thing to lose money.

Therefore, in the next few days of doing business in the Zurich area, the nobles of the Zurich area were miserable, because he lost a lot of money, and in the next few transactions, he raised the price of goods a lot, in vain to make up for the losses from others.

The aristocrats are not stupid, and they still know what goods are in what price range. When he increased the price, people naturally bought less, and Fabio, who wanted to make up for the loss, saw his turnover drop a lot.

In this way, Fabio was even more angry, and threw the pot on the head of the abbot, cursing the other party all the way.

"Stop, stop! Where did the caravan come from, what kind of goods did it carry, and it came to register and pay taxes? "Not long after entering the range of the Aargau Collar, Fabio's caravan was stopped by the soldiers.

Taxes? Check in? The people in the caravan were a little confused, it was not the first time they had left this trade route, and they had never heard of the need to register and pay taxes.

But in the face of the soldiers with weapons in their hands, everyone in the caravan did not dare to act rashly, and hurriedly informed the owner of the caravan, Fabio.

"Master, there are soldiers from Aargao in front of you blocking the road, saying that they want us to register and pay taxes, you see how to deal with it."

"Pay taxes?" Fabio slammed out of the carriage and stood at the door of the carriage looking at the more than a dozen soldiers in front of him and the stopped caravan carriage, a look of displeasure flashed on his face.

"I've traveled so many places, and I've never heard of paying taxes, and the lords of this land are really greedy for money. Do you still need me to teach you this kind of thing, just give a little money and use it as a toll. ”

With that, Fabio retracted into the carriage.

This autumn wind, although it doesn't look big, is still a little cold when it blows on people.

Soon, someone in the caravan walked up to the soldiers, took out a bag of silver coins, and handed them to them with a smile on their faces.

"You have worked hard, this is the toll of our caravan, please raise your noble hands and let us go, what we are transporting is some grain or something, it is worthless."

"Grain?" A middle-aged man in good armor who looked like a captain walked over, took the money bag and weighed it, then opened it and took a look, and when he saw that it was a silver coin, his face changed instantly.

"Even if it's food, this money is not enough, hear clearly, what we charge is not tolls, it is commercial tax, thirty taxes and one, understand? So much food, you tell me it's worth it? ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged captain slammed the money bag at the caravan, snorted coldly, and ignored them no more.

"Captain." A soldier sped from behind the caravan's wagon, whispering in his ear.

When the middle-aged man heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up when he looked at everyone in the caravan.

"Listen, tell you who can call the shots of the caravan, and honestly pay taxes according to the price of the goods. Otherwise, don't even think about getting into our Aargau Collar. ”

"Damn it! How dare they! Thirty taxes one, why don't they rob it? Fabio's roar attracted the attention of many in the caravan.

"Hmph, what Algao collar, let's not go in, let's go, take a detour!"

Fabio was quick to make a decision.

As a merchant from Poland, he bought a large number of furs from the East and North Europe, which he was going to ship to Paris for sale, and many nobles in Paris liked these furs from the north and could sell them at a good price.

While along the way, he can also sell a portion of his furs in exchange for local specialities. Along the way, he's done it.

Since the lord of Aargau is so greedy, then he will not do business in this area, anyway, as long as he ships the goods to Paris, he will already have enough returns, and he can rest well for the rest of the year.

"Your Excellency Fabio, I would like to remind you that there are quite a few robbers in the Jura Mountains, and it is rumored that they are quite numerous and not badly equipped! If you choose to bypass the Allgao collar, the caravan may be in danger. ”

The captain of the caravan's guard, after learning of Fabio's decision, immediately ran to persuade him.

Faced with the persuasion of the captain of the guard, Fabio scoffed and looked disdainful.

"Aren't they just some robbers? Along the way, we have encountered less? Besides, I paid you to hire you, not to let you follow the caravan along the way, this is the time to prove your worth.

If you're scared and want to pass through Aargau, you can just give me the money. ”

The captain of the escort looked a little ugly, but he nodded and said no more.

Fabio's words were a little ugly, but they were right. The caravan spends money to hire guards, naturally to deal with the robbers that may be encountered along the way, and if you are afraid of the robbers, you will come to take orders to escort the caravan.

He hadn't encountered robbers before, but most of those robbers were poorly trained and equipped, and they were no match for professional mercenaries like them.

Although he had never encountered the bandits of the Jura Mountains before, and had only heard rumors, he thought that he would not be any more powerful than the robbers he had seen. With the strength of him and his brothers, he should be able to escort the caravan to its destination safely.

A short time later, the caravan, on Fabio's orders, turned around and left the Aargao collar.

Seeing the caravan gradually moving away, the soldier who had run to check the caravan's cargo was full of regret.

"It's a pity, it's a caravan selling furs, so how much tax does it have to charge?

Alas, five caravans, just one honest payment, Captain Gore, do you think we will be blamed by the baron. ”

"Oh, it turned out to be fur, so I wonder I have to be willing to pay taxes." Gore also had a smile on his face, and a chill flashed in his eyes as he looked at the departing caravan. "Rest assured, as long as we work well here, Lord Baron won't blame us.

By the way, David, go and inform Knight Wade of the information about this caravan, and we're ready to eat.

The wild boar we hit yesterday is still half there, and today we will solve it. ”

As the sun sets, the small camp is full of laughter.