Mount & Blade: Wind of War

From the perspective of commercial interests, it is definitely better for a caravan to set off from Gushan Castle to the north and go to the sphere of influence of the Orc Empire where iron is scarce and the smelting technology is relatively poor than to set off to the south and go to the human empire with strong civilization and advanced technology. scope, more economic benefits.

However, based on specific analysis of specific situations, realistic choices often cannot be guided purely by theoretical deductions.

If there are no stable channels in the Orc Empire, then bringing a large amount of goods with extremely high economic value may not be for business, but waiting to be robbed. Even the elite of Redwood Town plus fifty crossbowmen, It's not enough to see in front of the behemoth of the Orc Empire.

If someone is robbed, the cost of revenge is so high that few people in this world can afford it.

As for the human empire's sphere of influence south of Gushan Castle, although the profit of goods is not that high and the quality of goods is not very advantageous, there are a large number of ambitious but poor pioneers in the northern province of the Styak Empire. lord.

Although they are close to being driven crazy by poverty and are extremely greedy, the hundreds of elite soldiers from Gushan Castle can still keep them rational and restrained.

Almost no one among the new pioneering lords in the north could conquer this military force.

Of course, Raymond and the others did not bring too many armors and weapons this time, and they only exchanged a small amount of gold coins. Most of the rest were used to exchange for daily necessities such as food, vegetables, salt and hemp.

After the news spread that there were a large number of cheap and cost-effective weapons and equipment for sale here, Redwood Town quickly became a gathering place for a large number of northern pioneer lords.

This transaction can be regarded as everyone getting what he needs. The goods brought by Raymond were quickly exchanged and replaced with carts of grain, seeds, wine, and salt and linen pottery.

During this process, some bards/tramps also came after hearing the news. Some hoped to join the Lonely Mountain Castle, and some really had literary dreams and wanted to get first-hand information from Raymond. materials, and wrote splendid and gorgeous poems that were eagerly recited by later generations.

At this time, Raymond was very clear-headed. He knew that it was okay to brag to his grandfather. If he bragged in front of a real bard, it would easily lead to some embarrassing things, and even make him a laughing stock that has been passed down for thousands of years. .

Therefore, during the communication process, although Raymond consciously improved himself somewhat, he still expressed his experiences that were relatively close to reality.

Of course, there is not much content about Yalos. Raymond is a bit flamboyant and cheerful, but he is not stupid. In his story, Yalos is just a caravan manager and has no other identity.

"Here."

"This armor is given to you to help promote our Gushan Castle. The land in our Gushan Castle is now free for free planting, and all agricultural taxes will be exempted within ten years."

After telling the story, Raymond took out a piece of iron armor from the goods and threw it to the bard in front of him. Although the reward was not gold coins, it was still valuable.

"Definitely, definitely. Knight Raymond's bravery and Lord Rhodes's wisdom will soon be heard throughout the North."

The bard with some white hair on his temples held a harp in one hand and caressed his chest with the other, expressing his respect.

On the other side, when Raymond was conducting transactions in Redwood Town, he described to the bard two stories of "trade routes and human slaves' resistance to war."

A letter was also delivered to a man.

In this era, every letter is valuable, and there is no guarantee that it will be delivered, because it is possible for the messenger to be attacked by wild beasts or robbers on the road. Therefore, in other aspects, it is really not good to have too many letters. requested.

In a small one-room apartment, the low room and the creaky bed collapsed. After some time passed. A middle-aged man with a beautiful beard climbed up from a woman's body.

"I have to go there, Jela. Fatis is my friend, and the people he wrote specifically to introduce me to can't be wrong. Those idiots I'm serving now don't value my talents at all. I can’t stay here any longer. They think pampering the soldiers will bring good results, haha. In the end, they find they can’t win the battle, so they can only bury them.”

"Fatis? Is that the wandering knight? Didn't I tell you not to associate with him anymore? You have more time to chat with Miklos and Jerome. They also graduated from the military academy. They are now comparable You are much better at it.”

"Don't mention those idiots to me. They are just relatives or flatterers. Why should you compare with me? When we were at the military academy..."

"Now is not the time to be in the military academy. Now their salary is twice yours. In the future, it is possible to become a knight and a real noble. What about you? You and that Fatis had very good results back then, but now What's the use? Lesarit, you can't always think about how it was then, we have to survive now."

"Can't we live now? I give you almost all of my monthly salary. Did I make you hungry?" Finally unable to bear it any longer, Lesarit suddenly stood up from the bed and turned around. shouted like this.

"Ha, with your little monthly salary, I even have to take out money from my dowry to support the family. Otherwise, without fish or wine, you would have a bad face every day."

In the small apartment, the couple argued loudly.

They knew that what they said now would become a joke among the neighbors, but what could they do? They couldn't suppress the anger in their hearts at this moment.

"I don't have a bad face, Jera, I don't, I have always been like this, since the time you knew me, I have been like this." Resarit couldn't control himself, he put on his clothes and walked out, slamming the door heavily.

"Get out now, and never come back!"

Such hysterical shouts came from the room. Resarit stood at the door and pressed his cheeks with his hands. He felt that he was about to be driven crazy.

Should he continue his current stable but disgusting job, face his disliked superiors and disliked social activities every day, and do things that he thinks are meaningless.

Or should he believe in Fatis and bet on the rest of his life?

Resarit left the apartment and walked in the dark night. The cold wind blew on his face. Life and dreams seemed to be pressed in the middle by two huge palms, and he was about to crush himself.

After a while, the door of the apartment opened again.

Resarit walked into the room calmly. He ignored his wife who was still sobbing and crying, but went to another room first and found a small box from the corner.

Then, Resarit walked to his wife with the box in his arms, and he crouched in front of his wife who was sitting on the bed.

"I love you, dear Jera, this is the last savings I have saved up bit by bit. If you are willing to go with me, this is the travel expenses for both of us. If you don't want to, we will separate. Everything in the house will be given to you, and this money will also be given to you. I just want my sword and two clothes."

"I don't want to stay here anymore. There is no dream for me here. I am like a fish in a place without water. After a long time, I will die."

Listening to her husband's words, Jera raised her head and looked into her husband's eyes. Then she burst into tears and reached out to hug the man in front of her.

"Resarit, I love you. I'm sorry for saying that to you just now, but I couldn't control myself at that time."

"Jera, I love you too. There were many men who were much better off than me who wanted to marry you, but you chose me. Now you are the most miserable among the sisters in your family, and you even need help from your family from time to time. I know all this, and I bring it to you."

Crying, hugging, kissing, and then the two of them gradually rolled onto the bed again. The passionate two didn't care whether the bed could bear it at all, and soon started the second round of battle tonight.

There is nothing that can't be solved by a hearty fight between husband and wife. If there is, it must not be hearty enough.