"I'm not a Nilfgaard!"

A man with a pheasant tail feather pinned to his velvet hat muttered impatiently. By the way, after muttering, he spat on the swirling water at the stern of the barge.

"You see, the self-proclaimed Niffgaard guy wouldn't do anything like me. Drink, The. ”

As he spoke, he propped his elbows on the barge fence and spat farther away, motioning for the person who had just asked him to show it.

Lanne, Ged, and Regis stood not far from him.

The High Vampire pulled a handkerchief from his shoulder bag and wiped it on his M-shaped hairline.

"The gentleman, who claims to be 'not a Nilfgaard,' is in a rough weather, and I'm a little unsure if it's the foam from the stern or your saliva that has just been struck in the face. In other words. Can we be a little more civilized? ”

The barber's upbringing always amazed Lane and Gerd, and even in this case, his tone was slow and unhurried.

The man in the velvet hat smiled sheepishly at Regis, and then led his traveling companion to the side.

In fact, it can't be moved too far, after all, the barges crossing the Yaluga River have always been frighteningly crowded.

"Hey, Regis." Gerd poked his head from the side. "I'm a little embarrassed to say that, but I'd like to hear him more."

"Indeed!" Rann also stuck out his head, and they were both on the edge of the fence, so Rann had to stick his head out further than Ged to let Regis see him.

"To be able to show in such a concise and concise way that the Nilfgaard people are different from the rest of the people, and I am looking forward to this person's accomplishments in the language arts."

Regis scratched his head, and though Lane had put his hood back on, he could still imagine the pretty face beneath the hood.

"Two, if you still want to hear it, why not use your talents?"

The High Vampire said helplessly.

"We're preparing to do that." Gerd closed his eyes, which would have made his witcher senses more inclined to hearing.

"I'm just worried that you won't be listening." Lan En echoed.

"No, that's the only one, you don't have to worry." Regis said helplessly.

So, at a distance that would not be 'affected', the three of them heard the 'talk' of the man in the velvet hat just now.

"Your home is in Ebbing, the goods you buy are from Ebbing, and the money you sell will be remitted to Ebbing's bank."

The velvet man's traveling companion said.

"Even though I'm a Brugg, we've been together several times and know each other. You are a Ebbing, a member of the Nilfgaard Empire, a vassal of Ebbing. Is it wrong to call you a Nilphgaard? ”

"Don't call me that!"

The man in the velvet hat retorted fiercely as if he had been insulted.

The three of them heard the sound of pheasant tail feathers brushing against the barge's wooden fence, and the man was so excited that he even took off his hat.

"You know what? Do you think you can call yourself a Nilfgaard by living in the Nilfgaard territory? I'll tell you, Yankees. Only those who were born on the banks of the Alba River, in the vicinity of the city of Quinta, can be called 'Nilfgaards'. ”

"Want to call yourself a Nilfgaard? Hmph, don't look at which muddy pit you were born in? Do you deserve it? ”

Obviously he was saying sarcastic things about his origins, but under the yin and yang of the man in the velvet hat, it made people hate the 'real' Nilfgaard people.

The sound on the boat was noisy.

The horses huddled in the middle of the barge snorted and their hooves clattered on the deck. The hull is located in the middle of the water, shrouded in a dense mist. The bow of the barge separates the green duckweed on the water.

None of this can hinder the hearing of three people.

The velvet-hatted man's voice continued.

"You know, I'm a businessman in Ebbing. But aren't you curious? That's all I can sell: raw produce and handicraft raw materials. Why do you think that's all I have to sell? ”

"Don't you understand, Yankees? How can you possibly figure out the means of the headquarters of the merchants' union in the city of the Golden Tower? ”

The man in the velvet hat snorted angrily.

"That's because we don't have a craft anymore! Cheap handicraft products from the 'real' Nilfgaard region are sold unscrupulously to Ebbing. No tariffs, no local goods protection. The products they have shipped from far and wide are better and cheaper than our local ones! Who will buy local products again? ”

"Now, Abin has nothing but to carry food and raw materials to Nilfgaard. Originally, my goods were to be shipped to Nilfgaard, but I hated them, and preferred to go far and wide to sell them to the north. ”

After that, there is no nutrition in the rest of the words.

The Velvet Man's traveling companion advises him to keep his mouth shut, as the Nilfgaard are as famous for their espionage system as their military system.

Although the man in the velvet hat was still angry, such a long time had passed, and Ebin had been swallowed up by Nilfgaard for more than twenty years. He has long passed the time when his psychological fluctuations are at his highest, and now he is just a habitual prick.

Soon, the conversation between the two turned to a nice bathhouse in the city of Brugg, and the hot and unrestrained waiters in it.

"Well, I've got to admit I didn't get it."

Gerd looked left and right at Regis and Rann in a bit of confusion.

At the beginning of the next three topics on the opposite side, the three people here also ended their 'listening corners'.

"Isn't it a good thing that cheap goods are pouring into the country? Why is this guy talking like a catastrophe? ”

"Well, that's a bit hard to explain," Regis pinched his chin with his index finger and thumb, looking deliberate and cautious.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, Gerd. I'm not as incomprehensible as you are, I'm just thinking about how to explain it so that you can understand the concept of 'commodity dumping' and the harm it brings." ”

The tall bear sent the witcher to smash his mouth, seemingly trying to say something, but in the end he found that he really didn't understand what 'commodity dumping' was, so he could only reluctantly close his mouth again.

On the other side, Lan's elbows were propping on the wooden railing, and his fingers unconsciously buckled off a piece of upturned wood on the railing, playing with his fingers, and a pair of cat's eyes staring at the swirling water.

Before today, he originally thought that the Nilfgaard Empire should be a western version of the Great Qin Empire, after all, it sounded like a lofty ambition to unify the continent.

It's just a little bit of theocratic and theocratic Western flavor.

But how to listen to the chatter of the people of the subject country, this is not like the Great Qin Empire that wants to unify the world. Instead, it's like looking for colonies everywhere, and then dumping goods and picking up industrial scissors with a set of combos for the empire that never sets?

It's just because the colonies are geographically connected to him, and they are not spread overseas like the Empire on which the sun never sets, that Lan En has this illusion of being like the Great Qin Empire.

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