Rise In Calradia

　　 "A nobleman in the city got engaged to the daughter of a businessman, but the girl ran away before the day was reached, and now both families are looking for her."

　　 "But it is normal for me to say that the nobleman is almost 40 years older than his future wife! But what about it, political marriage, you should understand, sir."

　　 said the captain indifferently.

　　 "Then do you know the girl's name? I must say she is brave."

　　 Byron asked with interest.

　　 "Yali? Yamiqi? I can't remember, but it's probably the name. Finding her and taking her home can please the nobles and get a bounty. Poor child, but what else can be done."

　　 The captain sighed, but Byron was secretly delighted, and added another goal to his action this time.

　　 He can basically determine that the escaped girl is the most famous female NPC in the game, Yamila, and netizens can make up a train about her.

　　 Although most of them are "Yamira of XX".

　　 But as a hero-level character, the real Jamila will definitely not be worse than in the game. Fatis has already proved his ability, even if it is not right away, he can rely on his fighting skills to be one-to-three. If you get on a horse, you are a good rider.

　　 If you can find her, it would be the best.

　　 But Byron also had some doubts in his heart, because it was a coincidence. The plot of the teammates in these games actually started after he crossed. So, will Bandak, who is also in the Kingdom of Rhodok, be fired and squatted in the tavern for drinking? Afterwards, by the way, the belly of a romantic woman was enlarged.

　　 If this is the case, Byron must go to help and draw him over. He was a master at using crossbows, and he couldn't do much better than Rodok's snipers.

　　 The more Byron thinks about it, the better he feels. He even has the urge to give bonuses to the soldiers. But in the end he endured it, and tightened his money pocket.

　　 At the gate of Veluga, the soldiers handed over their work, and after reminding them a few words, they went to drink. The tax collector at the gate of the city immediately checked their goods and imposed a tax of 60 dinars on Byron.

　　 For Byron’s current net worth, this amount of money is not small, but this tax has been reduced a lot as usual. If smugglers try their best to come here but are lost by the commodity tax, it will be even more difficult for the kingdom to attract them.

　　 Like Paravin, Viruga’s important business operations are monopolized by several big businessmen, and they are also backed by nobles.

　　 But compared to the merchants in Swadia, their approach is obviously more advanced. They organized an alliance, an organization similar to a trading house.

　　 The influence of this institution is limited to the Veluga area, but now merchants from the north have to pass through Veluga, so they have actually monopolized the kingdom’s trade with the north.

　　Because the smugglers spent so much effort to cross the border, it will not be cheap goods, and the small vendors who are suppressed by the big merchants and nobles can't eat the high-priced goods, and they won't make bids. In addition, there are noble channels behind them, which can save costs, so it is the most cost-effective to sell to them.

　　 Byron is no exception.

　　 In fact, the merchants’ union has been waiting at the gate of the city for a long time. Because of backstage reasons, he inspected the goods with the tax collector, and then invited them, the smugglers, to the big merchant’s home to talk.

　　 Byron naturally agreed, and led the team to enter the city with a carriage, passing through the clean cobble streets and stone brick roads, to an elegant house with a huge warehouse.

　　 "Hello gentlemen. I am a Doberman. In terms of the number of dinars, I should be one of the wealthiest people in Veluga. Welcome to my house, please come in."

　　 A fat man walked out the door and welcomed them with open hands.

　　Byron probably observed him. He was wearing an expensive velvet jacket, and a gold-rimmed belt was tightly fastened to his belly as large as a pregnant woman in June. He still has a moustache on his face, a red hat resembling a Renaissance style on his head, and a large sapphire inlaid on the hat.

　　Byron thinks he is more like a comedian from the outside, and his image is very funny.

　　 But when he met the opponent's gaze, Byron felt a little uncomfortable again, as if the other party wanted to eat him.

　　 But even if he was going to eat Byron, Byron would have to bite the bullet and move forward.

　　Because the opponent only invited a few caravan leaders in, Byron only took Fatis in. Even if there was an accident, Fatis could resist it.

　　Doberman took them to the banquet hall. The servants brought fresh bread, fried fish, bacon and thick soup, and put a plate of fruit in front of each person, all of them in season.

Seeing these foods, Byron was very satisfied. Along the way, the staple food was dry bread and simple rolls from the village, with dried fruits and dried meat and a small amount of not very clean vegetables. Byron's desire for serious meals now is not enough. Not so strong. Especially fresh food that has been cooked is simply delicious!

　　 After Byron and the others were seated, Dubin went out to see the goods. After a while, Byron and the others had almost eaten, and Dubin came back with a smile on his face.

　　 He invited the person in charge of each caravan to the next room to talk, and then sent him away. Even Byron and the others would not have time to ask each other for news or to inquire about the situation.

　　 After a while, finally it was Byron's turn. When a businessman looks at Byron, he smiles the happiest and has the best attitude.

　　 The merchant invited the two of them into the house and asked the servant to bring the door. After sitting down, he did not talk about the price of the goods for the first time. Instead, he asked Byron about their experience when they came, and their subsequent arrangements.

　　 Of course, this is not a trivial trick of businessmen. If Byron answers those questions truthfully, Doberman will figure out Byron's assets and weaknesses, and thus test out Byron's bottom line, and then use various methods to lower prices.

　　 Looking at each other's smiling face, Byron's palms were a little sweaty, but he answered every question in an ambiguous way.

　　Doberman’s expression has converged, but it still looks very relaxed.

"Suno’s olive oil still has so many good products. This thing hasn’t appeared in Veluga for a while. I believe the rich and the adults in the city will like it. I want to put two cans in it myself. In the kitchen."

　　 "According to my estimation, I can recommend these oils to adults and ladies, and I believe I can sell them for 1,500 dinars!"

　　 Hearing this price, Byron's heart was shocked. If he could get the money, it would not be in vain for him to go to Rhodok. But he also knew that Dubin told him that he could sell for 1,500, but he might actually sell for 1,800 or even two thousand! But even so, he will still keep the price below 1,000. And Byron is to prevent this from happening.

　　 "Well, we want 1,400 to make you one hundred."

　　Byron calmed down and said jokingly.

　　 "1400? Oh, you are so funny."

　　 Hearing Byron's words, Doberman also smiled lightly.

　　 "I have never made such a low profit in business, and I have to count a lot of the expenses in the middle. 850 dinars, I know the market, so you can double the profit."

　　Doberman looked at Byron and reported a number.

　　 "There are many shady activities in this world hidden in the dark, and it takes a price to pass."

　　 Before Byron could speak, Fatis had already sat upright, UU reading www.uukanshu.com looked at Dobin seriously, and vomited word by word.

　　 "The price we hope to pay is worth it."

　　Doberman put away his smile, Fatis's aura was beyond his expectation, and he needs to think about how to deal with it.

　　 "1200 dinars."

　　 Byron looked at each other's face and said.

　　 "I believe you have many ways to keep your profits from getting lower."

　　 "Sir, I hope you can think about my situation. It's also like going to those customers..."

　　 "1200 dinars!"

　　 "Well, let me take a step back, 1,000 dinars, and let you earn back the money you spent on the border."

　　 "1200 dinars!"

　　Doberman said several times, but Byron did not let go of his mouth, clenching the number.

　　Doberman’s smile disappeared completely, and his expression became serious.

　　 "1200 dinars, you take all the oil. Otherwise, we will go to Jelkala, there are always people in the king's territory who need to add color to their banquet."

　　 Byron's hands clasped his thighs tightly, and his heartbeat rose up. He was really afraid that the other party would refuse this business in a fit of anger, and his loss would be even greater. Jelkala is the king's territory, but Byron did not dare to take the risk to sell olive oil there. Many people's eyes are fixed on him, he must shoot as soon as possible.

　　 "Well, you are so persistent."

　　 Dobin took a long breath, his expression calmed down, and his politeness was restored.

　　 "Glick, count 1200 dinars to these two gentlemen."

　　 "Happy cooperation."

　　 Byron finally smiled and proactively stretched out his hand, and the other party also gave a symbolic shook, got up and went to check the goods without looking back.