Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

"What?"

Bem was thunderstruck, his face filled with disbelief. He hadn't expected Li Wei to raise the price at this moment.

"Lord, you can't do this..."

Before he could finish, Li Wei interrupted him calmly, "Now it's forty percent."

"What exactly do you want?" Bem's eyes turned red as he asked through gritted teeth, "The price of your weapons is already half higher than Debei's. This is the limit our Wind Surge tribe can accept. You black-hearted pig, you're still raising the price. What exactly do you want?!"

"What a foul mouth I have!" After speaking, Bem quickly slapped himself. "I'm sorry, Lord. I shouldn't have said that to you. I was wrong. Please don't hold it against me!"

"Now it's fifty percent." The Lord was still smiling, but his eyes were colder.

Fine, fine, fine, this dog was the first to dare to scold him, Earl Li, to his face. The petty Lord thoroughly remembered him.

The Wind Surge tribe was a large tribe with several thousand people. Clearly, the brave warriors within the tribe gave this Bem enough confidence to lose his reverence for the Lord.

Sam, that old fox, was also full of bad intentions. He clearly hadn't told Bem, his former 'dearest friend,' that the Lord had once led a team to defeat a wilderness coalition army of several thousand people.

Even if he brought all the young and strong of the tribe, it would barely be a fraction of that number.

If he knew, who knows if he would be sweating profusely.

"Damn it," Bem cursed. Facing Li Wei's unwavering stance, he finally helplessly agreed, "Okay, I agree. Add an extra five percent to the price you said!"

He emphasized the last two words!

There was no way around it. When he saw Alexi, Bem knew he had to buy the weapons back no matter what.

Therefore, facing the high price, he could only swallow the bitter pill and endure it alone.

Fortunately, the Wind Surge tribe was very wealthy, so even this price was bearable.

"Zat, take him to see the goods."

"Let's go, old man."

Such a contemptuous address made Bem's expression unpleasant. According to the usual rules, such disrespect would warrant at least a hundred lashes.

However, looking at this burly orc with muscles all over, Bem's mood suddenly calmed down a lot.

Forget it, forget it, a brainless fool. It's not worth arguing with him.

Turning to leave, Bem didn't forget to glare fiercely at the lizardman provocatively.

Although the Wind Surge tribe spent more money to buy weapons, these lizardmen were so poor that they could only wear tattered leather skirts. Bem didn't believe they could buy many weapons.

After updating the Wind Surge tribe's weapons, the first thing to do would be to destroy these lizardmen, and then go south to...

Bem had already begun to imagine the days after the Wind Surge tribe rose to prominence.

After Bem's figure disappeared from the Lord's hall, Alexi cautiously inquired.

"Lord, were you serious about what you said earlier?"

"Nonsense, I'm a man of my word."

Li Wei rolled his eyes. The way he said it made him sound like someone who changes his mind at any time.

Alexi breathed a slight sigh of relief. Just ten sandglass hours ago, this Lord had suddenly found him and said that as long as he said a word at a crucial moment.

The weapons he bought would get a 20% discount. Even without any benefits, he would do this good deed of disgusting the Wind Surge tribe.

The conflicts with the Wind Surge tribe had become increasingly fierce in recent years. Although the warriors of their tribe were all exceptionally brave, they were outnumbered, so they were at a disadvantage in the situation.

When he heard that a Debei noble was willing to sell weapons in the wilderness, he rushed over without stopping.

He just didn't expect that this noble was actually the ruthless character who had repelled the wilderness coalition army with inferior forces, so he was even more respectful.

Li Wei waved his hand, and Hogg took the lizardman to see the weapons.

If it weren't for fleecing the Wind Surge tribe, he wouldn't have bothered to come in person.

After all, his current status was different. If every Tom, Dick, and Harry required him to receive them personally, how embarrassing would that be?

The Wind Surge tribe occupied a maple forest, and each year they earned a lot of money through trade from the maple syrup produced by this maple forest.

Li Wei had long coveted this piece of fat meat.

However, the Wind Surge tribe was not some small fry. It had a population of three to four thousand, with nearly a thousand warriors.

If they went in hard, Highcliff Castle would inevitably suffer losses.

Therefore, Li Wei wanted to gradually weaken the strength of the Wind Surge tribe through this method.

By trading weapons, he secretly suppressed the Wind Surge tribe and supported the lizardmen tribes that were at odds with them.

In this way, Highcliff Castle could not only make a fortune but also let the two fight like dogs without wasting a single soldier. Then, he could clean them up.

This trick was played very well by the Eagle Sauce in his previous life. The Lord only learned a little bit of the fur.

...

Bem, who didn't know he was part of the lizardmen and Lord's play, happily arrived at the Highcliff Castle's armory.

When the two orcs pushed open the warehouse door, the dazzling array of weapons, flashing with cold light, made Bem dizzy, like a country bumpkin who had come to a vault full of gold bars.

A bone-deep greed appeared on his face.

If all these weapons were obtained by the Wind Surge tribe, it wouldn't be long before the Wind Surge tribe became the overlord of the wilderness.

"Don't think about playing any tricks!" Zat grinned. "My temper is not very good. If I accidentally hurt you, it would ruin everyone's friendship."

Bem's expression was uncertain. To be honest, he really had that thought in his mind just now.

Leading Bem to a corner where wooden boxes were neatly stacked, Zat opened a wooden box.

Hiss!

A sound of inhaling cold air rang out.

Looking at the weapons in the box, a feeling called jealousy rose in Bem's heart. Why weren't these weapons from the Wind Surge tribe?

Neatly arranged in the box were spears with blades eight feet long. The shafts were made of white maple wood, which was shiny and obviously waxed and maintained.

The spearheads were made of iron ingots, and the sharp blades seemed to be able to pierce through the scales of lizardmen in an instant.

Bem felt that he had to take back his previous statement. Just based on this appearance, it was not much worse than Debei's goods.

"Ten boxes of spears, five boxes of battle knives, and some scattered single-handed swords," Zat counted one by one.

Just as Bem wanted to try the goods.

"Pay upon delivery!" Zat crossed his arms, his huge figure like a mountain blocking Bem's fiery gaze.

Bem, who originally wanted to argue a few words, saw Alexi's figure also appearing outside the armory, stomped his foot fiercely, and said somewhat irritably, "Wait for me! I'll go back to the tribe to get the money!"

After speaking, he rushed out in a hurry.