Transcendent Noble

Garrot Baron stared at the nightsaber on the floor tiles, unable to believe his eyes.

This brutal, bloodthirsty wild beast is two full circles larger than its counterparts. The thick limbs hide razor-sharp claws, and the cold blades of the snow white forest extend from the mouth and feet. It is 10 cm long. From the appearance alone, it can be known that this is undoubtedly a terrifying and violent animal, but it is now a cold corpse.

This nightsaber was twisted into a ball and slumped on the ground like a broken pocket. The dark fur was covered with dry blood stains. There were dozens of large and small wounds. These wounds are not very deep, turning the bright red muscles, like a bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl, gnawing in Garrott's heart, making him heartbroken.

"The bone is broken, it should have been hammered by Paladin. There are too many wounds, even on the buttocks, and there is no good skin." A middle age person with a strong body Turned the nightsaber over and shook the head regretfully.

"Vidal, don't say anything useless!" Garrott Baron gave his steward a dissatisfied look, and asked expectantly: "Tell me, this stuff is still worth it. How much is it?"

Vidal stood up, scratched his head with a blood-stained hand, and said coarsely, "Only four ribs and two leg bones are good. Out of two bone daggers, four bone spear tips, worth 300 goldsor, tendons no problem, a total of 5, worth 500 goldsor. The skin is useless! Make one leather helmet at most, worth 200 goldsor. In total, no more than 1,000 kinsols."

"What?! 1000 kinsols? The fierce Nightsaber, which can sell 20,000 kinsols, is now worth 1,000 kinsols? Vidal, you are It's not that the purple cane wine is too much to fill the ground, is it wrong?" Garrott grabbed Vidal's collar and roared fiercely.

Vidal may seem rude, but in fact shrewd. Although he is good wine, he rarely makes mistakes. He is not only the steward of Garol, but also a partner who grew up with him. He has superb leathermaking skills. Having dealt with vendors all the year round, this account cannot be calculated wrongly. After a grumbling, Garrott let go of Steward's collar angrily.

Vidal wiped the spit stars off his face, taking pleasure in other people's misfortune and said: "Master, you have to pay 2000 Kinsoul to the Warhammer mercenary group who killed the nightsaber."

"You mean, I have to lose 1,000 goldsoul?" Garrott Baron walked back and forth two steps angrily, yelling: "These bastards have broken my good deeds and let them go. !"

"Master, when you hired someone, it was Father Miard's guarantee." Vidal reminded.

Naville Kingdom has many mountains and little land, and the land is barren, rich in minerals, animal and plant resources. The Naville people mainly rely on mining, hunting, and collecting medicine ingredients for their livelihoods. They have tough temperaments, brutal and aggressive, mostly illiterate, and extremely unfriendly to outsiders.

The little lords in the remote area of ​​Naville are both nobles and mountain people. They usually live in the wealthy capital, and the territories are taken care of by Steward. Firstly, life in the royal capital is very generous. Secondly, they need to defend against the orcs in the northern wilderness at any time. The most important thing is that they will rob Sasanian under the organization of the high lord. It is precisely because of this top-down atmosphere that Naville people are not trustworthy and robbery, coupled with inconvenient transportation, over time, this has become a forbidden place for small caravans.

Because Naville is an important barrier against the orcs, the church supports it greatly. Not only has it undertaken nearly 40% of the civilian resources, it has also dispatched priest scholar to help the lord of Naville manage the territory. In Garrot Baron, Steward Vidal was only responsible for collecting the offerings and transporting the output to the royal capital for sale, and Father Miard was the real manager.

Garrot’s leaders lived a life of bartering. They exchanged animal skins, herbs, and minerals with Steward Vidal for living supplies. Many people have never seen Copper Sol, but Garrot Baron needs money.

The life in the capital of Naville is very extravagant, with all good things available, and the prices are surprisingly high. Garrote Baron not only needs to buy food and daily necessities for the miners in the territory, but also to bear the expenses of the family soldiers, and to maintain a decent life for his wife and child. The money is really not enough!

A few years ago, Father Miard explored an elemental crystal mine in the mountainous area. After he notified Garrott, he organized the people to mine it. Everything was going well before, but didn't expect that just a few months ago, two ferocious nightsabers moved nearby and kept attacking the miners, and the mine was abandoned. After receiving the news, Garrott hurried over with the army happily. He wanted to catch the two beasts.

The production of elemental crystals is scarce, but they are not very useful. Only Peak Knight can use them. Although the highest elemental crystal cannot be measured by money, ordinary elemental crystals are processed and generally sold as gems. Garrott doesn't really care about his elemental crystal mine. Before digging for top crystals, this mine can only generate 2,000 gold sols a year. This little money is insignificant compared to the value of wild beast.

The meat of ferocious creatures is hardly boiled and inedible, but its bones can be made into excellent crafts. Tendons are materials for military heavy crossbows, and fur is invaluable. Two ferocious nightsabers came in the territory. In Garrot Baron's eyes, it was like a windfall, but it was not easy to hunt them.

Wild beast is fierce, cunning, sensitive, and extremely fast. The nightsaber is also known for its secretiveness. The Naville people are excellent hunters with rich hunting experience and skills, but the only way to deal with ferocious wild beasts is to block, surround, and squeeze their space, and then let Knight go in and hunt. This would require a lot of manpower, and Garrott mobilized all manpower, still not enough, so he sent people to the border town of Gambis to recruit mercenaries.

The virtues of Lord Naville, experienced mercenaries all know. Although Garrott offered a high price, he couldn't recruit people. In the end, Father Miard came forward to guarantee that only three mercenary groups accepted the commission.

According to the agreement, each mercenary can get 40 gold sols, and the casualty pension is 50 gold sols per person. If the mercenary group captures the prey, no matter whether it is dead or alive, 2000 gold sols will be rewarded. Garrott’s abacus is very good. These mercenaries can only make cannon fodder money. Sooner or later, two prey will fall into his hands, but he absolutely didn’t expect that he was killed by the mercenaries. Leopard, even ruined it.

Garrot can betray the mercenaries, but he dare not offend Father Miard. Who will let the priest feed nearly half of his people and take care of his territory?

Seeing that this bounty must be paid out, Garrott asked distressedly: "Where is the other nightsaber?"

Vidal replied: Knight pierced his eyes, and it was intact."

20,000 Kingsall got it, and Garrott was in a better mood. Then he remembered and asked: "That...Warhammer mercenary group How did you kill the Nightsaber?"

"Last night, a Warhammer mercenary took off his armor, left the fire, and stood inside the enclosure, acting as a bait. No matter how smart the wild beast is, or the wild beast , Nightsaber is the most bloodthirsty. It can’t overcome the instinct to kill and attack the mercenary. Unexpectedly, that mercenary turned out to be a violent warrior, directly entangled the nightsaber, including Paladin and others. People swarmed up, and the animal ended up." Vidal shook the head, heartily praised: "It's brave! What a pity..."

Garrot couldn't help but be moved. Due to the difference in body structure, ferocious humans are far from the opponents of ferocious animals. Humans with wisdom and emotion can overcome the fear of death and dare to fight with ferocious animals with bare hands. This bravery makes people excited.

"How is that warrior?"

"When he was fighting, he put his hand directly into the nightsaber's throat and grabbed the beast's tongue. I didn’t let it run away. Fortunately, Father Miard used the divine technique on him in advance, and he was not dead, but his hands were broken.” Vidal opened the nightsaber’s mouth and showed its tongue to Garro. Special look.

Looking at the obviously drawn tongue, Garrott can imagine how wild beast was crazy and ferocious at the time, and what kind of attack the mercenary had endured, he said regretfully: " Such a warrior...it is really a pity... to give them the reward!"

"Master, will someone take the money back halfway?" Vidal made A meat-cutting action, ruthless and very ruthless.

Garrot Baron glared at his steward and exclaimed: "The warrior is worthy of respect! You should give the money to the Warhammer mercenary group now, and then send someone to escort them back to avoid those who don’t have long eyes. Broken my reputation!"

"Yes!" Vidal stood in awe, turned and walked out of the castle hall.

It didn’t take long for Vidal to return. He said to Garrot Baron: "Master, the head of the Warhammer mercenary group did not want to reward you. He wants to see you."

"Don't reward money?" Garrott was surprised, thought for a while, shook his head and said: "If that violent warrior is not waste, I can take them in. Now...hehe, I can't afford it. Too many soldiers."

"Master, they didn't say they want to take refuge in us, they only said they want to negotiate a business with you." Vidal said with a weird look.

A lowly mercenary group actually wants to negotiate business with itself? !

Garrott’s first single thought was to grab them and give them a whip, but when he saw the nightsaber corpse lying on the ground, he said: "Then see you. "

The spacious hall, the sharp guards, and the lord sitting on the main seat made Wedge's forehead and palms sweat continuously.

As a businessman, Witch has seen the world, even more knowledgeable than most of the citizens, but he has seen the most noble great character is the city official in his hometown, a lord. In fact, the overwhelming majority free people will never see a real Knight aristocrat even more how for a lifetime. This is the first time Fat Wedge has entered the castle, and he has met the lord for the first time. He also wants to negotiate a business with the lord of aloof and remote.

Thinking of business, Fat Wedge's nervous mind finally came to life, and he respectfully saluted Garrott Baron deeply.

Garrot sat on the lord’s throne and looked obliquely at the four people under the stairs. Three of them were wearing old leather armor. One of them had his right hand wrapped in a fine linen bandage. It should be the fierce warrior who fought hand-to-hand with the wild beast. The other person was dressed as a civilian, bloated and fat, and his eyes flickered. He didn't look like a mercenary with a knife head licking blood, or a dull and strong miner. On the contrary, he smelled like a trader. This made Garrott's curiosity about this mercenary group a little bit heavier.

"Are you the head of the Warhammer mercenary group?" Garrott asked Fat Witch.

"Honorable lord, I am a freedman businessman, this is the head of the hammer of the Warhammer mercenary group." Witch pointed to the hammer humbly.

"Oh." Baron turned his gaze to the sturdy hammer, and asked slowly: "I heard that you rejected the bounty just to see me?"

The hammer Taking a step forward, he bowed: "Lord Lord, our Warhammer mercenary group is a guard hired by Wedge Boss. Wedge Boss wants to do business with you."

"A freedman businessman hired a Support a mercenary group?"

Garrot said with a sneer: "I don't care what your relationship is. If you dare to tease me, I will reward you each with ten lashes and another two years of hard labor. Now, tell me what you are here!"

Fat Witch's scared lips trembled. It is a felony for civilians to defraud the lord, although the crime does not lead to death, but if the lord is in a bad mood, it is a little hint that they will peel off if they die, and the garrison priest will only open his eyes and close his eyes, at most remember it in his heart or warn . Facing the great character that can run him to death at will, it is strange that Witch is not afraid, but in the face of profit, he has taken life and death indifferently and is fearless.

If we put 1 million Kinsoul in front of Witch and buy his life, Witch would definitely not agree, but if there is a business that can make 10,000 Kinsoul, Witch will dare to take a knife He stabbed Yesaber's ass fiercely, which he did.

It has been almost a year since Witch and the Warhammer mercenary group came out. In the past ten months, they have traveled nearly 3,500 kilometers, passing 41 cottages and 12 free private camps. The number of people in the first 40 people has become 98 people now. They have gone through 72 large and small battles, confronted wolves, goblins, kobolds, and ferocious wild beasts, and killed 17 of their companions, including a businessman who died of illness on the way.

Along the way, vendors continue to receive mountain products and continue to sell them. So far, they have earned more than 8,000 goldsore. Witch did the math. He can get 542 Kinsoul, which is more than what he has earned in the five years of Black Castle Town. Wei Qi understood that his original business was nothing short of a joke, and business was his future pursuit.

Weiqi and other businessmen together, they all decided to change from business to business, and summarized a lot of ways. For example, mountain products must be sold in big towns to get a good price, and Dealing with caravans is far from being cost-effective with merchants. The more tightly they are, the lower the tax on goods. Most importantly, they must hug the thighs of the Warhammer mercenary group.

The merchants went all the way and sold all the way. They couldn't stop at all, and didn't want to stop at all, but they ended up in the border town of Gambis and Naville. Everyone looked in the direction of Naville, keeping their saliva in a dilemma. The iron essence arrows are all dropped, and 800 pounds of raw sugar are left. Now there are not many things to trade with Naville's mountain people.

Actually, these are not the main reasons for the caravan's hesitation. Freedmen merchants were originally merchants in the eastern province of Gambis, and they had long heard about Naville.

Naville people will never buy what they can grab, and they will never sell what they can’t grab. In Naville, the mountain people are the leaders, and even if they are in stock, they must be traded through the lords.

Does the lord trade with freedmen merchants? Don't think about this question. If the lord is willing to deal with the freedmen, what else do you have to detour? Isn’t it just for fear that the lord will confiscate the goods?

Warhammer mercenary group stopped in the border town for 10 days, and had no intention of going back. Witch noticed the hammer's embarrassment, so he quietly found the three heads and had a deep conversation. The Hammer told him that the goods were quietly provided by a great character led by Randal, and that great character made a request. If he wanted to continue to receive goods from Randal, he had to exchange it with Fire Element crystals.

Witch was impatient immediately. He didn’t care about the source of iron essence, arrows and jaggery. There would always be people doing things that hurt the public and private. In Black Castle Town, Witch also helped some great characters resell. Through the goods. What made Witch anxious was that if there were no roads, the business could not go on.

Obviously, Randal collar and Naville are the two ends of this commercial road, and the cottage in the middle is the node of the commercial road. It is the goods at both ends that connect the nodes. Without goods, the business road is over. Because this business road is hidden and difficult, bulk goods such as grain, wine, wood, minerals, etc. cannot work at all. Only small but refined goods such as raw sugar, salt, and iron essence arrows can sustain it.

The loss of the raw sugar and arrows led by Randal is equivalent to the loss of the entire business way. But if you want to keep the business way, you must open up the Naville people's way, and Witch has nothing to do with this.

Fortunately, Father Miard, led by Garrot Baron, went to the border town to recruit mercenaries and hunt the ferocious nightsaber. After discussion, Hammer decided to leave the newcomers and vendors in the town. He led the mercenary group to accept this task, hoping to get a relationship with Garrot Baron, but Witch took the initiative to invite Ying and strongly requested to participate in the action. He must do his best. Contributed to this.

When the mercenary group was fighting the Nightsaber, Wedge also rushed up and stabbed twice. A powerful companion also gave his left hand for this. Everyone's contribution is to meet the lord.

The lord is right in front of him, and the trade route is in his hands. Now I just wait for myself to convince him!

Fat Witch took a deep breath, the fat on his body no longer trembles, and the whole person becomes enthusiastic and fighting spirit.

Garrott shuddered somehow when he saw Witch's fiery eyes.