Chapter 445 444. The Empire in the Eyes of the Ebins
“I am not a Nilfgaardian!”
A man with a pheasant tail feather pinned to his velvet hat muttered impatiently With. By the way, after muttering, he spat into the swirling water at the rear of the barge.
"Look, guys who call themselves Nilfgaardians won't do what I do. Drink, ugh."
As he spoke, he leaned on the railing of the barge with his elbows and vomited. He spat further and showed it to the person who just asked him.
Lan En, Gede, and Regis stood not far from him.
The senior vampire took out a handkerchief from his shoulder bag and wiped it on his M-shaped hairline.
“This gentleman who claims to be ‘not a Nilfgaardian’, the wind and waves are high at the moment, and I’m a little unsure whether what hit him in the face was the water spray from the stern of the boat or your saliva. In other words, can we be a little more civilized? "
Lan En and Ged were always amazed by this barber doctor's education. Even in this case, his tone was slow and unhurried. slow.
The man in the velvet hat smiled sheepishly at Regis, and then led his traveling companion to move aside.
In fact, we couldn't move too far, after all, the barges crossing the Yaruga River were always extremely crowded.
"Hey, Regis." Gede stretched his head from the side. "Although I'm a little embarrassed to say this, I wanted to continue listening to him just now."
"Indeed!" Lan En also stretched out his head. The three of them were at the edge of the fence, so Lan En He had to stretch his head further than Ged in order for Regis to see him.
"I am full of expectations for this man's attainments in the art of language to express the difference between the Nilfgaardians and other people in such a concise and concise form."
Regis Scratching his head, Lan En had already put on the hood again, but he could still imagine the interesting and pretty face under the hood.
"You two, if you still want to listen, why don't you use your talents?"
The senior vampire said helplessly.
"That's what we're about to do." Ged closed his eyes, which tended his witcher senses toward hearing.
"I'm just worried that you won't listen." Lan En said in agreement.
"No, that's the only thing you don't have to worry about." Regis said helplessly.
As a result, the three people once again heard the 'eloquent talk' of the man in the velvet hat just now at a distance that would not be 'affected'.
"Your home is in Aibing, and the goods you buy come from Aibing. After you sell the goods, the money must be remitted to the bank in Aibing."
The man in the velvet hat The traveling companion spoke with all his treasures.
“Although I am a Brugue, we have traveled together several times and we know each other. You are an Ebin, that is, a person from Ebin, a subsidiary state of the Nilfgaard Empire. Is it wrong to call you a Nilfgaardian?”
“Don’t call me that!”
The man in the velvet hat seemed to be insulted and retorted fiercely.
The three of them heard the sound of pheasant tail feathers brushing against the wooden fence of the barge. It seems that the man was so excited that he even took off his hat.
"What do you know? Do you think you can call yourself a Nilfgaardian by living in the territory of Nilfgaard? Let me tell you, Yankee. Born on the banks of the Alba River, in the Golden Tower Only people in the area around the city can be called 'Nilfgaardians'."
"You want to call yourself a Nilfgaardian? Why don't you look at the mud pit where you were born? "
Obviously he was saying something mocking about his origin, but under the yin and yang of the man in the velvet hat, it made people hate the 'real' Nilfgaardians. The boat was noisy.
The horses crowded in the middle of the barge snorted, and their hooves clattered on the deck. The ship's hull is located in the middle of the water, shrouded in dense fog. The bow of the barge parted the green duckweed on the water.
None of this can hinder the hearing of three people.
The voice of the man in the velvet hat continued.
“You know, I’m a businessman in Ebin. But aren’t you curious? There are only a few things I can sell: raw agricultural products and handicraft raw materials. Why do you think I only have Can this be sold? ”
"Can't you understand, Yankee? How can you possibly understand the methods of the Merchant Union Headquarters in the City of Golden Towers?"
The man in the velvet hat snorted angrily.
"That's because we no longer have handicraft industry in Ebin! Cheap handicraft products from the 'real' Nilfgaard region are sold to Ebin unscrupulously. There are no tariffs and no local product protection policy. They The products shipped from far away are better and cheaper than those produced locally! Who will buy local products anymore? "
"Now, Aibin can only transport food to Nilfgaard. It’s about the raw materials. Originally, my goods were going to Nilfgaard, but I just hate them and would rather go a long way to sell things to the north.”
After this, there is no nutrition. .
The man in the velvet hat was advised by his traveling companions to keep his mouth shut. After all, the Nilfgaardian espionage system was as famous as their military system.
Although the man in the velvet hat was still unhappy, it had been such a long time. Ebin had been annexed by Nilfgaard for more than 20 years. He has already passed the period of greatest psychological fluctuations, and now he is just pricking out of habit.
Soon, the conversation between the two turned to a good bathhouse in Bruge and its hot and unrestrained waiters.
"Uh, I have to admit that I didn't understand."
Ged looked around at Regis and Lan with some confusion.
When the conversation on the opposite side of Xiasan Road started, the three people here also ended their "listening to the corner".
“Isn’t it a good thing that cheap goods are flooding into the country? Why does this guy talk like it’s a disaster?”
“Well, this is indeed a bit difficult to explain.” Regis’ index finger He held his chin with his thumb, looking thoughtful and cautious.
"Oh, please don't get me wrong, Gede. I don't understand it as much as you do. I'm just thinking about how to explain it so that you can understand the concept of 'commodity dumping' and what it brings. "
The tall and powerful bear demon hunter opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he realized that he really did not understand what 'commodity dumping' was, so I could only helplessly close my mouth again.
On the other side, Lan En's elbows were leaning on the wooden railing. His fingers unconsciously clasped a piece of wood on the railing and played with it on his fingertips. A pair of cat eyes stared at the swirling water surface.
Before today, he thought that the Nilfgaard Empire was a Western version of the Qin Empire. After all, it sounded like a lofty ambition to unify the continent.
It’s just a bit of a Western flavor of theocracy.
But why are the citizens of the subject countries chattering for a while? This does not look like the Great Qin Empire that wants to unify the world. Instead, it looks like the Empire that is looking for colonies everywhere, then dumps goods and then uses a set of industrial scissors to attack. Woolen cloth?
It’s just because the colonies are geographically connected to him, rather than spread overseas like the empire on which the sun never sets, that Lan En has the illusion that it looks like the Great Qin Empire.
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(End of this chapter)