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They drove batches of carriages and set up large tents on the west side of the castle without anyone noticing, and hung up signs like a circus. They go around soliciting customers and trying to charge for their shows and sell products.

Entertainment in this era is extremely boring, especially after disaster strikes. And the food is so tempting that people are willing to pay for it.

These tricks of the merchants are always successful and can often squeeze the last copper out of the survivors' hands. And before they leave, there will be many more female slaves and slaves in the team.

The same seems to be the case this time - at least the crowd surrounding them seems to be quite large. The survivors gathered in circles and formed a long queue under the arrangements of the merchants.

However, what makes these businessmen look strange is that these extremely excited survivors, holding empty bottles and cans in their hands, who came to negotiate with them, are neither here to beg for food, trade goods, nor to promote themselves.

After negotiating with a few people, the businessmen looked dull and drove away the guys who grabbed their clothes and persuaded them to believe in the God of Sanctuary, and put up the "No Fundraising" sign again.

Then, looking at the long queue of salesmen, the scalps of the businessmen exploded.

When George came over, the merchants were re-tacking up a sign that read: CLOSED.

"There is no point in hanging these. None of my people can read."

After hearing the words behind him, a businessman with a fat face turned around and looked at the young man riding the Andinas horse and the six or seven well-equipped and luxurious guards behind him. , his eyes radiated fiery light again.

He knew that all the assets in the hands of those people must have been 'raised' to this lord.

"Sir, these words are just for people like you." The businessman is neither humble nor arrogant, and he seems to be the leader here. He had a little smile on his face and his tone was very polite and humble.

"Yes." George nodded, looking back from the lively camp not far away, looking at the expectant eyes of the businessmen, and slowly opened his mouth: "You paid taxes. ?"

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More than thirty heavily armed and fierce-looking caravan guards clenched their fists and slowly surrounded them.

George took Aji and others while walking around the camp and looking around.

The size of this group of traveling merchants is indeed quite large. There are more than 30 large boxcars alone. In addition, according to the merchants, there are hundreds of "spare" tall horses, and more than 40 desperate people following the caravan. 'Refugees' - they were all enslaved either voluntarily or by their lords.

George noticed that the structure of the merchants' carriages seemed to be extremely advanced. Not only did they have suspensions, but they also seemed to have great carrying capacity. Especially the cart loaded with iron ore was actually filled with almost two square meters of ore!

This is four to five tons!

But what surprised him even more were the tall horses pulling the carts.

Normally, such a heavy vehicle would not be able to be pulled by five or six draft horses, but in the merchant's fleet, many vehicles only have two draft horses!

"Boss, these are 'Shirvan horses'. In ancient times, their ancestors were indeed war horses. But through thousands of years of cultivation and improvement, they have become specially used for farm work and pulling things. Draft horses - even though they look so tall and majestic, they are also very powerful, but they are a bit bulky and cute. But the most important thing is that they eat too much, which makes them generally only domesticated on farms. No one dares to drag them into the battlefield."

George nodded, feeling that what Aji said seemed to make sense. Generally, knights have to bring two or three horses with them when they go to the battlefield. Considering the terrifying size of these horses, their appetites are staggering.

But he still felt a little strange.

"Aren't they suitable to be used as heavy cavalry mounts? Has no one ever used them like this?" George asked curiously: "And I heard that Mrs. Elizabeth's ranch also specially trained a group of special ones."

"Ahem! Chief Ahem, the heavy cavalry has special horses. These horses are specially bred for farms. The difference is very big." Aji quietly said something to George. His boss quickly shut up and stopped questioning him.

Aji enlarged his voice and continued: "Generally speaking, the market price of a large draft horse is around 30-40 Silver Fox, and a heavy-duty draft horse like Sherfan is 40-80 Silver Fox. But I don't know about this kind of horse. Stealing, because the black-hearted businessman is only willing to give out a few silver foxes when collecting such dirty goods, but if he is caught, his head will be lost - Sir, I am afraid that most of these so-called 'spare' horses will be stolen. Some of them were stolen or robbed—perhaps they were stolen from Countess Elizabeth’s ranch.”

When Aji was talking, he glanced at the businessman: "Aren't all your horses stolen? There are only monsters and dead people there, but no one is doing business."

Gale's eyes widened and he wanted to rush over and knock the little man down with a slap, but when his eyes glanced at Aji's thick arms, he swallowed and stopped this terrible thought.

He wanted to explain the origins and excellent bloodlines of these horses - his horses were indeed not war horses, but they were by no means ordinary draft horses of 40-80cm.

But whether it was telling the customer that this batch of goods was a no-cost business or that he had stolen the things that the customer was loyal to, it didn't seem to be a good thing. So he thought that the price of these horses should be discussed in detail later.

"Sir, we are all believers of the God of Protection. How could we do those things of robbing and looting?" Merchant Gale coughed and said, "Don't worry, my goods have a provenance. No matter what you buy from me, no other lord will come to your door in the future."

"I believe you, Gale." George turned around, patted him on the shoulder and said, "With your strength, you can't rob anyone."

The thirty or so caravan guards were well equipped. But they were beaten black and blue by seven or eight people including Jack.

When Alexander ran over, he didn't have time to take action, and the fight was over.

It can be imagined that if it weren't for the torches that could dispel fog and monsters in the hands of these merchants, I'm afraid they really couldn't go to various territories.

But this merchant's words can only be trusted three points. In the entire Black Pearl Valley, there are many ownerless things. The big ranch in the north of the Countess is probably empty. So as long as you can predict where it is safe, it is easy to do business without capital.

And these merchants seem to have this mysterious predictive ability.

"Ahem, Baron, my caravan has quite a few guards." Merchant Gale smiled awkwardly: "To be honest, there are not many lords like you who have more than a dozen knights around you in the entire Black Pearl Valley."

George felt that the merchant's words were still a bit flattering. If all the territories were really as bad as this, the corpses in the west would have been flooded long ago. However, his words still had a bit of sarcasm: "No wonder your guards have such bad tempers."

This made the merchant want to curse loudly. He had never seen such an arrogant and greedy lord. He opened his mouth and imposed more than a dozen taxes!

Heap tax, cargo tax, land tax, vehicle tax, road tax, and even feces.

All together, there are more than 800 silver foxes! It's simply cannibalism! !

At that time, facing this group of aggressive bandits, Gale smiled and promised, and did not express any dissatisfaction afterwards, but explained his products to the lord all the way.

However, in Gale's view, although the greedy lord blackmailed him a sum of money, it meant that he intended to make a deal with him, rather than a one-time deal without capital.

He also believed that doing business in this chaotic world was a business that was hanging on the head. But as long as you have a good mouth and a pair of good eyes. Then you will not be killed by some stupid lords to get the eggs.

As long as the customer thinks that he has taken advantage of it and believes that there will be opportunities to plunder the feathers of the geese in the future. Then the merchant can make a lot of money.

As for the eight hundred silver foxes, he will take them back today.

"They have learned their lesson. Sir, I am deeply sorry for the misunderstanding just now." The fulfillment merchant Gale bowed slightly and said slowly: "Sir, in fact, we only establish connections with people with good reputation, so we rarely have disputes with others. And if any lord has the potential for investment, our "Co-Assistance Chamber of Commerce" will continue to invest in him. And if one day, a lord who abides by the order in the Black Pearl Valley grows stronger. He will also become our firm friend-just like the current Duke Adeline."

Merchant Gale said it very tactfully, but he threw out the bait and moved out his backstage.

George nodded without saying much. He didn't plan to talk about this topic anymore. After all, if you really want to survive in the fog, no matter who it is, you have to rely on these special merchants who can travel around the world to help.

What's more, after beating up the group of guards just now, George saw the words that the God of Shelter warned him-if he conflicts with these merchants again, a lot of divine grace will be deducted.

"You said before that you are the new person in charge of the Black Pearl Valley area?" George raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Indeed, our Chamber of Commerce travels around the world under the grace of the God of Shelter." Merchant Gale smiled and replied: "But we do not divide the caravans by region, but by route. This trade route is currently in my hands, and the end point is Yongfeng City."

"So, which territories have you been to before?" The lord asked the topic he was most concerned about. And he also knew that the merchant in front of him was probably his only source of information from the outside world.

The merchant's answer surprised George a little. He said: "My lord, we came here by boat from the south. We passed by many places and visited many places on purpose. But the lords are unwilling to reveal the situation of their territories to other lords. And because we have a contract with the God of Shelter, we cannot disclose this information to anyone, otherwise we will lose the grace of God."

"But" said here, the merchant turned his head again and said meaningfully: "Why don't you buy some slaves?"

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