"Then I'll go out and meet him first. If he has a tough attitude, it means he has a strong background and is probably a big business group." Gavin said politely to Bede.
This incident is not good news for the newly established Qianshou Chamber of Commerce, but it is a good thing for Heijing, which means they will have more choices.
Once a competitive relationship is formed with the Qianshou Chamber of Commerce, Heijing will gain more benefits.
"You go ahead, I won't go out." Bede didn't want to meet his future rival.
This incident was somewhat of a wake-up call for him, and he had to step up his game. No matter what, he would not let others take away the piece of fat in Heijing.
If you want to tie the other person tightly, feelings and so on are all empty. The most important thing is interests.
Gavin could feel the arrogance of the new businessman through the door.
It seemed like it was a great honor for Gavin and the others to come here in person.
The new businessman was a young man, probably in his early twenties, maybe less than thirty, and he could be considered handsome, but his habit of looking at people through his nostrils seriously lowered his image.
Even though Gavin pushed the door open and came in, he still sat on the chair calmly and said arrogantly: "Are you the leader of this kobold tribe?"
"That's me." Gavin looked calm and was not affected by the other party's attitude at all, "I don't know how I can serve you."
"Do you recognize this?" The young businessman didn't waste any time. He directly lifted up his cloak and revealed the logo on his chest.
It was a white circle with a scrawled "Z" in the middle.
See this sign.
Gavin's eyes couldn't help but narrowed.
More than just acquaintance?
It is simply unforgettable, because in the previous life, this symbol was stamped on my forehead for more than ten years.
In Faerûn, there is only one organization that uses this as its symbol - the Zhentarim, nicknamed the Dark Intelligence Network.
In the beginning, the Zhentarim was just a pure merchant organization like the Thousand Heads Trading Guild organized by Bede.
Later, during the development, it gradually changed, especially in the past ten years.
With the support of the Benn Church, he gradually developed into a major tyrant in the Moonsea region, possessing actual control over Zhentil Castle in the Moonsea and the surrounding areas.
Not only do they have a large number of assassins and spies, they also have their own army.
Their method of amassing wealth is mainly trade, but they use every possible means.
Hiring monsters, bandits, and attacking hostile merchants is all childish.
Stealing the opponent's goods, turning them around, and then selling them to the robbed merchant is the most common method used by the Zhentarim.
Especially since last year, when the gods were in turmoil, Bane fell, Cyric became a god, and combined conspiracy, tyranny, fear, illusion, and death into one powerful priesthood, the Zhentarim became his main source of faith.
The Tallinn Society's behavior has undergone a huge change - it would be an understatement to say it was turbulent.
After all, the death of Bane, the god of tyranny, was too sudden, and Cyric was promoted from a mortal to a god, so his foundation was seriously unstable.
It is not an easy task for Cyric to get Ben's old believers to join him.
This fuse will be detonated in the next ten years. First, there will be a series of massacres by Cyric's church against Ben's believers. Then, Ben will be reborn under the cover of the shell, regain the tyranny of the priesthood, and launch a series of attacks on Cyric and his church.
Crazy revenge.
These are all things for later.
The most important commercial pillar of the Zhentarim is the black road that crosses the Anaurok Desert and connects the Moonsea region with the Sword Coast region. They have made huge profits from this trade route.
But this business path has a big problem - its stability is too poor.
This threat does not only come from the aborigines in the Great Sand Sea, such as the Bedai barbarians, Ethiopian lizards and jackals.
The most important thing is the cruel living environment of the Great Sand Sea itself. Once the big sandstorm that covers the sky and the earth blows up, even the Zhentarim caravan equipped with flying mages will disappear without a trace.
In recent years, the Zhentarim have been seeking new trade routes to supplement the black routes.
Passing the Moon-Sea Highway, and then passing through the rocky land of Cormyr, you will find the high road that Gavin used to come from the Sword Coast.
This is the focus of the Zhentarim's future plans. For this reason, they have taken over the Dark Keep in the north of the Sunset Mountains and established themselves on the other side of the trade road.
As for the Yandi side, their development has been very unsatisfactory.
Putting aside everything else, they just couldn't get past Cormier.
How could Assan III allow a notorious and ambitious organization to operate freely in his territory?
If he really does this, Cormier is afraid that he will lose even the nominal control of the rock ground before long.
The change in Gavin's expression was not hidden from the young businessmen of the Zhentarim. There was a hint of satisfaction in his arrogant expression: "Since you recognize this symbol, the rest is easy to explain. Now I will give it to you."
It refers to a bright road to success. As long as you step on this road, whether it is power, beauty, or strength, it is just a matter of one sentence."
Gavin had already guessed the other party's purpose, but he still pretended not to know: "Is there such a good thing in the world? Could you please tell me how I should take this road?"
"Recite the name of Ben, and my god will provide you with protection. Join the Zhentarim, and we will provide you with endless business opportunities." The young businessman stood up and said with a solemn and solemn expression.
"Bane?" Gavin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He thought they were Cyric's followers.
That's right, Cyric's followers have always been sneaky, and their behavior will not be so simple and crude.
The young businessman was very sensitive to the change in Gavin's expression and said angrily: "What's wrong? Do you dare to look down on the God of Tyranny?"
"Ahem..." Gavin quickly adjusted his expression and said with great solemnity, "I have always respected the God of Tyranny. Look, what is this?"
Gavin turned his back and took out a holy emblem from Howard's convenience bag. Although it was carved from wood and the strokes were extremely crude, he could still tell that it was a clenched fist, with light radiating from it.
out.
It is the holy symbol of Bane, the former god of tyranny.
Of course, Gavin is not a believer of Bane. This is just a piece of cake. If the other party is a believer of Bane, what he takes out is the Holy Emblem of Bane. If the other party is a convert of Cyric, what he holds is Cyric.
Holy emblem.
Not only these two, but also the God of Victory Tempus, the Goddess of Magic Mystra, the Lord of the Morning Lathander, the God of Suffering Ilmat, etc., Gavin also has the holy emblems of a series of powerful gods.
The biggest advantage of Howard's convenience bags is that they can hold these bits and pieces of gadgets, take up less space, are small in weight, and can be prepared in dozens.
How did the young businessman know that Gavin was so courageous that he took the risk of his soul being nailed to the wall of the unbelievers after death and carried the holy symbols of most of Faerun's gods with him? His expression suddenly softened a lot and he said: "No.
Thinking of meeting someone with the same idea here, now is a special period, so you are right to be careful.
Cyric, that despicable thief's lackey, is making things difficult for us everywhere, but this difficulty is only temporary. It won't take long for our lord to return. By then, he will definitely let those sneaky guys know what they are doing.
It’s called fear, what is power.”
"I believe this. I am here to implement the concept of the God of Tyranny and wait for the moment when our God returns." Gavin nodded heavily. He was extremely convinced of this matter because he had witnessed it with his own eyes.
get through this.
Due to the common belief, the arrogance in the young businessman's expression has been reduced a lot: "Since you are a believer in our God, things will be simpler."
"What do you need us to do?" Gavin asked in a casual tone.
Gavin's approach was a bit beyond the young businessman's imagination. After all, he only came with a lobbying mission, so he could only delay the attack and said: "There is no specific mission yet. When there is something that needs you to do, someone will naturally notify you."
"Hmm..." Gavin nodded repeatedly, and finally showed a vulgar smile like a businessman, "Sir, what are the benefits mentioned earlier?"
"This..." The young businessman was obviously a little unprepared, "The benefits will naturally be determined according to the task. Don't worry, you will definitely not suffer a loss."
"Oh!?" Gavin prolonged his voice, his disappointment evident on his face, "I thought that you, sir, could provide some assistance to our tribe. As you know, my side is just in its infancy, and the kobolds
It's okay to be stupid, except for mining, and he doesn't know anything else, and those merchants have joined forces to exploit it. If you can provide food or equipment, I believe that I will be able to serve you better when the time comes."
"This..." the young businessman was a little embarrassed, "I will try my best to fight for it."
"grown ups……"
"grown ups……"
"grown ups……"
Every time Gavin called him "Sir" affectionately, the young businessman couldn't help but tremble, because the other party would definitely raise new and tricky questions or demands.
When he came out of the Black Well tribe, the young businessman had not yet woken up from the ecstasy soup and was a little dizzy.
The other party was always respectful and agreed to everything, which made the young businessman feel like he was too powerful to use.
There is always a feeling that everything is floating in the mist and clouds, and it feels unreal, but I can't figure out what the problem is.
On the contrary, there were all kinds of requests, and a lot of them were agreed to in a confused manner.
When returning to the temporary base, the young businessman was still a little distraught.
"Brooke, where have you been?" A serious female voice stopped the young businessman.
"Ms. Stephanie." The young businessman shivered and hurriedly bowed and saluted. There was no arrogance like that of the Black Well tribe, but only restraint and timidity. The lady in front of him had an appearance as majestic as her voice and was dressed in the same style.
Even her meticulous and loose robes could not hide the outline of her well-trained muscles.
"You haven't answered my question yet." Stephanie's eyes were like sharp knives, seeming to pierce into the young businessman's heart.
"I...I..." the young businessman said hesitantly, "I went to the kobold tribe and persuaded their leader to join us. The leader is also a believer of our Lord and has agreed to join our ranks.
Wait until we assign them tasks..."
"Who asked you to go?" Stephanie asked sharply. Not only was there no joy on his face, but he was so gloomy that he was about to drip.
"I...I...I..." The young businessman muttered for a long time, but could not explain clearly.
"Do you know that your private actions will ruin all my plans." Stephanie's tone became more severe, "I have repeatedly emphasized that recently, we must keep a low profile and keep a low profile, and we are strictly prohibited from acting alone. Have you forgotten our Lord?"
dogma?"
"No." Brooke's head was drooping and he wanted to stuff it into his crotch. "But we have hesitated and observed for too long. We need to take practical action, otherwise we will be overtaken by Cyric's group..."
"I have the final say whether we need to take action or not. There is only one voice allowed in our team, and that is mine." Stephanie shouted angrily, "You still haven't realized where you went wrong.
, your current behavior is not like a believer of our Lord, but more like a convert of Cyric the thief."