Time flashed to two days later, and Thomas and his party had left the castle for two days.
In the early morning, they finally arrived at the territory of the first neighbor in the Tulip Territory - Black Rock Territory.
The Black Rock Territory is a barony, famous for its rich black rocks. Although the location is relatively remote, it is not as poor as the Storm Territory. After all, starting from the Black Rock Territory and continuing northward, it is the territory of the nobility.
As the team entered Black Rock Town, the townspeople looked at the caravan curiously.
In the past, the caravans came from the north or the west, but this time they came from the south, and there was only a land of doom over there.
Tap tap tap tap!
A heavily armed team was also discovered in the castle not far away. Baron Boris personally led a team of thirty guards and hurried over.
"Who are you?" Baron Boris looked at the team in front of him.
"Dear Baron Boris, we are a caravan from the Storm Territory. We are assigned by my master, Sir Nalant, to come to your territory with local products to sell!" Thomas, as Nalant's steward, was outside.
Represents the face of Narante.
Although his tone was respectful, he was neither humble nor overbearing.
"Storm Territory?" Boris was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered something, "By the way, I remember that a group of people did pass by and went to Storm Territory some time ago. Could it be that your lord is one of the knights conferred by the Earl? But how could it be?
Assigned to Doom…Where is the Storm Territory?”
The earl consecrated the second sons of eight vassals for a competition. This matter has been spread for a long time. Boris naturally knows that if he is not still young and does not have a suitable son, he hopes that such a good thing will happen to his family.
"Yes, dear Baron Boris, my Lord Nalant is from the Berwick family and is the second son of Baron Andrew!"
"The Berwick family? That's it!" I was previously confused that Nalant was assigned to the land of doom, but when I heard that it was the Berwick family, Boris was not surprised. The grudge between Aldin and the Berwick family
The vassals all know it.
"Tell me, what goods did you bring this time?" Boris was curious about what specialties there could be in a place that was so poor that the serfs either starved to death or were lucky. Look at these three carts full of goods.
Boris couldn't help but speculate darkly whether Nalant had deprived the serfs of all their food.
After hearing this, Thomas finally smiled. At this time, many townspeople were already watching from a distance. This was the effect he wanted.
"Your Excellency Baron Boris, what our convoy is bringing this time is salt and rare dried sea fish!" Thomas gave an order, and the guards immediately pulled off the cowhide cloth on the carriage.
"Wow! That's a lot of salt!"
"There are also dried fish. Where did those dried fish come from? Aren't there murlocs and sea monsters on the beach? There are so many dried fish, how many sea fish are needed!"
When the specialties on the carriage were revealed, there was an instant exclamation of exclamation. The townspeople hid in the corners and stared at the three carts of goods.
In particular, dried fish can be sold for thirty copper coins per pound, which is exclusive to the nobles.
Boris's pupils shrank at this time. Whether it was salt or dried fish, these were souvenirs beyond his imagination. He originally thought they were just wheat exploited from the serfs.
"Where do you get your salt and dried fish?" Boris reflected and asked curiously.
These two specialties are not even available to him in the Black Rock Territory. The salt is easier to explain. I guess because it is relatively close to the Baron of Quint, I can buy some and sell them secretly at a low price.
As for marine fish, only the great nobles have the ability to mass-produce them.
"Back to Lord Boris, this salt is produced by our own elves in the Storm Territory, and the dried fish was captured by our serfs led by Lord Nalant himself!" Nalant had already given the order!
"Salt mine elf? How lucky!" Boris had no doubts about the output of salt, but was a little jealous of Nalant's luck.
As for the dried fish, he didn't ask any more questions. No matter how he caught it, he wouldn't tell anyone if he continued to ask.
"How many copper coins per kilogram are you planning to sell for this dried fish? I'm afraid ordinary people can't afford it, right?"
"Go back to your Excellency, Lord Boris. A pack of salt will cost seven copper coins, and dried fish will cost ten copper coins a pound!"
"So cheap? Are you sure you're right?" Although the taste of dried salted fish is not as good as that of fresh sea fish, it is sold for the same price of thirty copper coins because it is salted.
But this time, not only salt was cheaper, but also dried fish was one-third cheaper. Boris didn't know how Narant planned to do business. Is this a charity?
"Your Excellency Baron Boris, this is the price set by my lord, and it will be sold at this price in the future!"
"Okay! Since Sir Nalant and I are neighbors, then you can sell it!" After saying that, Boris, who was hit, did not stay any longer and returned directly to the castle with the guards.
"Sir, don't we buy some? They sell it at such a low price, so won't the salt we bought from Quinte be unable to sell?" After leaving the town, the guard captain next to Boris asked carefully.
They used to go to the Baron of Gwent to buy salt. When the salt was purchased, some would be kept in the castle for their own use, and more would be sold to their own citizens for ten copper coins.
"Buy it? That's a specialty from the land of doom. Do you dare to eat it?" Boris asked back.
"In addition, regarding the issue of selling salt, Quint's bitter bastard son, if there is no other way, I would not want to do business with him. Now that Storm Territory has salt to sell to the people of the Territory, it is just right. I would rather not make such a small profit.
I don’t want to let Quint make money from me."
Because they were both vassals of the Earl, Boris could not refuse the Stormlord's caravan to do business in the town.
However, the fact that Storm Territory produced salt also relieved Boris in a roundabout way.
In the past, when I bought salt from Quint, Quint not only mixed a lot of sand into the salt, but also deliberately let his caravan stay in Baiyan Town for a few more days, so that the caravan could have more time in Baiyan Town.
Spend some money.
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The nobles were worried about getting bad luck, but the common people didn't care much.
The seven-coin-per-pack discounted salt was enough to make them forget everything. There was also the ten-coin dried fish, which civilians had never tasted before.
So, after Boris left, the townspeople gathered around him.
"Sir, does your salt really only cost seven copper coins a pack?" a serf in tattered clothes timidly asked.
"Yes, a pack of seven copper coins for table salt!"
"What about dried fish? Is dried fish really worth ten copper coins per pound?" asked a decently dressed civilian.
"That's right, dried fish costs ten copper coins per pound. If you want to buy it, come quickly. We will only stay in Black Rock Town until noon before continuing on our way!" Thomas answered one by one!
"Ah, then I want two packets of salt!"
"I want it too, I want three packets of salt!"
"I want five packets of salt and a pound of dried fish..."
The price was finally determined, and in an instant, both serfs and civilians were surrounding the convoy.
"Don't be crowded, don't be crowded, line up and come one by one! The salt and dried fish we brought are plenty!"
Now it was Thomas and others' turn to become busy, and Quick and other guards quickly began to maintain order.
Thomas, on the other hand, stood on the carriage holding a porcelain jar and was responsible for collecting money and distributing goods.
With the busyness, time soon reached noon.
"Everyone, it's almost time! We have to leave!" Although the carriage is no longer as crowded as it was at the beginning, many villagers from nearby villages are still coming here one after another.
However, Thomas and the others had a mission and could not stay here for too long, so they began to stop selling goods.
"Sir, will your caravan come again in the future?" The townspeople stepped aside after hearing this, but they also asked the question they were most concerned about.
"I won't come. Our caravan will only travel to Tulip City and will not stop in Black Rock Town!" Thomas replied loudly, standing on the carriage.
It’s starting to make money, everyone, hurry up and vote so Narant can make more money!