Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

But generally speaking, merchants who belong to merchant guilds prefer to go to those big tribes. Some guilds have also established stable cooperative relationships with large tribes and built special footholds.

There are very few merchants coming to the western part of Shem. Even if there are, they are basically taken over by the Beifeng clan. Who will be able to compete with them? Only came once in the past few years.

"This is indeed a good thing..." Ethan was in a daze for a moment, and his previous worries were washed away a lot. He remembered the clan leader's words, "If they migrate away, it won't be us they find."

Among the merchants' guilds, the participating chambers of commerce are also divided into three, six or nine levels based on the annual membership dues and their size.

The one who came was probably a low-level chamber of commerce that had just joined the alliance. They didn't bring enough supplies, so they came to them out of desperation.

But all in all, it's a good thing.

The old herdsman smiled and touched his grandson's head: "Let's go and see if there are any tea leaves and the sickle I have. The one at home is almost worn out."

"Of course, if you have candy, you can buy two pieces," he said, facing the child's expectant eyes, seeing through the other person's mind, "but don't eat more."

Little Dibu said happily: "Great!"

He heard about it.

This time, the merchant guild's caravan will stay in their tribe for many days.

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"Two taels of tea." At the makeshift counter, Peng Li, a seller, took out a handful of dry leaves with stems and put them into an earthen jar. The herdsman took them with joy on his face.

In this area, tea is a rare source of vitamins for the Shandi tribes. It can also be added with salt and cheese to make milk bricks, which can be drunk by boiling water during migration. It is very popular among herdsmen.

Peng Li's heart was filled with contempt.

In Union City, these things are all waste that tea merchants don't even want, no different from leaves on the roadside.

Only the poor people from the lower classes would go home and cook and drink it in order to cure their illnesses or to have more taste in their mouths.

The reason why these merchants bring this kind of tea is simply because no one in these areas has the money to buy the more expensive tea anyway, so it is better to prepare some for pocket money. The same is true for other gadgets.

But these are the things.

After so many days, there is still an endless stream of people coming to buy, sell and exchange.

Seeing the herdsmen using these scraps as treasures, Peng Li couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority - which was also mixed with disgust.

She wasn't supposed to be doing business at this level in the first place, she was simply devaluing herself.

only……

"Come and try this." While he was resting, a man wearing a merchant's leather armor but with a gold sword at his waist handed over a cup.

"Um...poof!"

Peng Li was feeling bored, so she subconsciously took a sip, and ended up spitting out all of it: "What is this!"

"Milk, freshly squeezed." The man also held a cup in his hand and drank heavily with a calm expression.

"Is this milk?" Peng Li looked at the half-filled liquid left in the cup, "Isn't it spoiled?"

It is indeed milky white.

But it was completely different from what she drank in Union City.

It's fishy and slutty.

"This is what I just squeezed out. I even asked the herdsmen to cook it." The man smashed his mouth and showed two fingers, "The key is that it is cost-effective. A bucket of twenty karat coins... is better than the water in some places. All cheap.”

"I only know that last time I went to the Baimei Clan, all the food they served us was filled with honey, and now you even want to buy it." Peng Li snorted: "Zeng Jian, let me drink this, I would rather drink water. "

"Don't be willful," Zeng Jian, who was carrying a knife, looked at her with a half-smile, "We must 'spend' money to buy everything here."

Peng Li was speechless.

Of course she knew why.

Because only in this way... they are more like a normal caravan seeking supplies from the Shandi tribe, and they have a reason to stay.

"Okay." Peng Li held her nose and drank the milk, then squeaked, "So what have you found out after so many days?"

"This is the first time I have seen the president...he is so concerned about one thing."

The Merchant Guild is joined by various chambers of commerce, and each has its own president and boss.

However.

Anyone who is at the top of a merchant guild and refers to someone as "president" without adding any attributive, then they are referring to only one person.

——The president of the merchant guild, Long En.

"After all, Mr. Yamudu is missing," Zeng Jian put down his cup, "Even if it is a dog that I raised and put so much thought into, I would still feel bad if it gets lost... Although I feel that there are other reasons, but Can’t do it accurately.”

"This tribe is already the closest to the swamp, but I have made inquiries secretly, and I have never heard of any of our people coming out of that dense forest, let alone seeking supplies."

"I am afraid……"

Peng Li asked: "Could it be that you are heading to South United City, or the border land in the north?"

"With Yamudu's character, no." Zeng Jian said.

"What if we are desperate?" Peng Li asked.

"How is it possible..." Zeng Jian subconsciously wanted to retort - the bee-man had never been forced into a desperate situation before.

Among them, Yamudu was the most favored for this reason.

There are even quite a few people who doubt it.

This bee man was not trained as a servant, but as Long En's own successor.

But he reacted quickly.

The alternatives were more desperate than Yamoudou being forced to flee in other directions.

"Well...Southern United City has always been at odds with the president. The nobles there know Yamudu and will definitely find ways to detain him to blackmail the president." Zeng Jian analyzed carefully, "The sand bandits in the border area are obviously On the surface, they won’t embarrass us too much, just collect some tolls, but if it is the King of Sand, if he knows Yamudu’s identity, I am afraid he will blackmail us severely - no matter what, the news should have been long ago Sent back."

As for the Holy Kingdom further north...

Yamudu's bee race was killed on the spot by the Paladins before they even reached the border.

"It is still possible to go to the Shark Kingdom in the west. They have signed a trade agreement with us. If Yamudou enters the country, he may be escorted back, but..." Zeng Jian hesitated.

From common sense analysis, this should be the case.

However, he did not have the confidence to see through the rulers of the Shaq Kingdom.

At the meeting where the Shark Kingdom decided to cease war with the United City...if the president hadn't pointed it out afterwards, none of the attendants who had received the Shark delegation would have known that the hornless man named Bayan in the corner was It is the opponent's main axis.

At the time, Yamudou said that fortunately he was just a hornless man.

——If he were an orthodox Shaq warrior who was not discriminated against, or if he were a noble from the United City, Long En would not let him live.

The president has always been this way towards enemies who may threaten him.

Therefore, Zeng Jian knew.

Going to the Shaq Kingdom seems to be the safest, but in fact it is full of variables.

Yamoudou would not do this if he had a choice.

After a round of analysis, the only ones who were most likely to find traces of him were the nomadic tribes in the land of Shen here... However, they still found nothing all the way here.

"Could it be..."

Zeng Jian and Peng Li looked at each other and fell into silence.

Was that bee-man really buried in the swamp?

"Let's look for it again." Peng Li sighed. After all, it was the president's task and could not be returned without success. In addition, based on their own understanding, it was difficult to believe such a result.

"Oh no!"

At this moment, a scream interrupted the chamber of commerce attendants who were having a secret conversation.

The tribe camp, which had been peaceful for several days, suddenly heard a panic:

"Sand, sand bandits..."

"The bandits are coming!"