Chapter 555 212. Southern Trade
Olmedo looked at the young man in front of him.
The linen coat... Everyone can see that it is a disguise, and he has a good manners, like a knight. He spoke with an accent that did not belong to the North or Middle-earth. Either coming from the east, or... coming from the south.
“You told the guards that you wanted to trade with Free City?”
“I am Dwyer Steeldor, the heir to the Steeldor collar. I have found many interesting things in Liberty City. .”
"Please take a seat."
Free City's trade is limited to the Middle Earth on both sides of the Strait of Obiris, and Olmedo realized that this was an opportunity to get involved in the south.
It’s just that the young man who claims to be the heir to the Steel Duo Territory is not interested in magical images and magical newspapers, but the skeleton farmers in the north. "
Olmedo thought for a while, rejected him, and came to the office on the pretext of getting something.
"Why not sell him the skeleton farmer? "Ingrid thought it was worthless - no one would spend dozens of gold coins to buy a skeleton that only knows how to farm, and selling it for a few gold coins would not make much money - a hundred skeleton farmers are only worth a few hundred gold coins.< br>
"What will happen if Breeze City loses its farmers?" Olmedo asked her.
"Losing farmers..." Ingrid closed her mouth, thinking that what Olmedo actually asked was "Skeleton farmers replace human farmers, what should farmers do if they lose their jobs."
"They will find other jobs...but there are not so many jobs in the city, and they will wander the streets with nothing to do..." Ingrid frowned, "But he has already seen the skeleton farmer, and they will learn from it sooner or later. .”
The Skeleton Farmer has no technical barriers. Before the Year of Turbulence, a priest could do it, but now it only takes a few necromancers a few days.
“At least we won’t be the one who started this.”
Just like the Susan spinning machine, improvements in production always come at a cost.
Annan handed over Liberty City to himself, and Olmedo could not cause him any trouble.
"Give me one sentence from the most honest man in the world, and I will find a reason to hang him..." Ingrid silently recited a sentence, which means that as long as you want to target a person, Anything can be an excuse.
"Mr. Olmedo, I have an idea."
A few minutes later, Olmedo returned to the living room.
"Have you ever heard of magic guns and magic cannons?"
"What is that?" the young man asked curiously.
Ingrid then came in with the magic stone: "This is the image recorded by our war reporter Evelin."
The two magic images are of a magic musket against leather armor and wood. Target, the damage caused by magic artillery to plate-armored wooden targets. The former was riddled with holes, while the latter was torn apart.
“They are easy to learn, cheap, and accessible to ordinary people.”
Dwyer Gangduo showed an interested expression: "Are they also for sale?"
"Well, they are sold in conjunction with the Skeleton Farmer."
This is Ingrid Think of a way.
For Liberty City, they sold double goods and got more profits. And for Gangduo farmers. They left the farmland and became better-paid soldiers.
“Can I see it with my own eyes once?”
"Of course."
In order to prove the power of the magic gun, Olmedo found Fast, who was floating in the bay, and asked him to put on plate armor and hold a fine iron shield to act as a target. .
“Why me!” “You are the only elite warrior in Liberty City.” Olmedo said.
In front of Dwyer Gunduo, the reserve ignited the fuse. He followed Olmedo's example and covered his ears. Then, there was a dull roar, the gravel on the ground trembled, and an afterimage followed by a whistling sound shot toward the fully armed Fast thirty yards away.
There was no stalemate. Fast, who was in a defensive posture, was instantly thrown away, and his stainless steel shield flew away more than ten meters away.
The reserve musketeers ran over nervously. During the war with Mad Dog Archduke, they could guess the approximate power of magic artillery against elite shield-wielding warriors, but this was the first time that elite warriors faced it head-on.
The Musketeer picked up the stainless steel shield, and the front of the shield showed a concave arc.
Fast showed his bloody and trembling hands: "Without that shield, I would be dead."
Plate armor? It is useless in front of the magic artillery that is as powerful as the fireball technique.
Dwyer Gundo is a young man. Just like he couldn't resist the temptation of the succubus, he couldn't pretend not to care when he saw the power of the magic artillery.
An elite mage can only release fireballs one to three times a day, but the magic artillery can fire dozens of times a day before being damaged...
"The magic artillery costs two hundred gold coins each, I You want a cross first and then give me three hundred skeleton farmers?”
Olmedo hesitated because the magic cannon they sold to Mrs. Orlok only cost 60 gold coins.
“Two hundred and twenty gold coins.” Dwyer Gangduo, who thought the price was low, said with an expression of “take my money quickly”.
"It's still two hundred gold coins. I think we can carry out long-term trade."
Dwyer Gangduo looked grateful: "Of course!"
The next whole day , Deville Gangduo signed trade terms with Olmedo on behalf of the Gangduo Territory. In addition to magic guns, magic artillery, and skeleton farmers, there are also transactions in some local specialties, and the Free City will send merchants to the Gangduo Territory for business. trading.
Looking at the trade volume approaching five thousand gold coins in the contract, Ingrid couldn't help but sigh that the southern countries are really rich...
...
It only took one day for Annan to travel from the northern shore of the Obiris Strait to the central part of the Dimon Kingdom near the northern border.
After all, no force would use an epic mage so extravagantly - even though Dean Breshim is from the Empire.
After the first battle, no one among the soldiers and mercenaries who followed them looked down upon the Musketeers anymore, and they understood why their belief was born - if they could harvest wheat without any casualties. Harvest the Skaven, and they will also have faith.
The expeditionary force then fought several more battles to become familiar with each other's styles. At dusk, the mercenaries began to get lazy.
The rat hunter has no profit, and no lord will offer a reward for these endless rats. The rat hunter is so poor that only meat is left, but their meat is smelly, and they secretly rummage outside the tavern all day long. No goblin would touch a trash can full of vomit.
When the expeditionary force was getting ready, Annan, who was with the dean, saw a lonely wooden house with lights on a low hill in the distance.
This is a rat-infested border. The local residents have already fled to the east, and there is still a strange building that seems to have people there.
"I'll go over and have a look." Annan said to the dean.
The dean waved his staff and cast several advanced defensive spells on him, and then Annan approached the weird wooden house.
The twisted dead trees, the crows on the tombstones, the wind chimes swaying in the wind and the quiet atmosphere... make this place feel like a witch's house.
Especially when Annan approached, the wooden door made a "squeaking" sound and opened little by little.
(End of this chapter)