After seeing them muttering together for a while, Moning Bell happily walked around the box he had just delivered. But the content of their conversation made him feel a little scared, and he quickly explained: "Everyone, it doesn't have to be like this.
Before shipping, we have a dedicated person check with the consignor that there is no danger before sealing the box.”
"Okay, we have received the goods. Just hand them to me and you can leave. We will judge whether they are dangerous or not. Hurry, hurry! Pass it over!"
With a strange excitement, Leonardo took the box handed over by the boy and put it into the ditch he had just dug out. Looking at him, if Polu hadn't stopped him, he might have endured it.
Don't wait, open all the boxes immediately!
The trapped caravan left. After Garland arrived, several people gathered in a circle and checked all the boxes using all the detection methods they had at their disposal, but no trace of any traps was found.
This strange result made everyone look at each other in shock.
"There really aren't any traps? So we're just trying to outwit the air? No, if it's not a secret plot against the package, then who would send me something without knowing my name?"
Polu had no clue at all, but Leonardo didn't want to wait any longer. Since the possibility of a magic trap had been ruled out, he raised his shield: "It's a box or a monster. You'll know if you poke it open, Stonewall."
, come, I'll hold up the shield and you can poke the box."
"Bang!"
Under the violent destruction of the two men, the lid of the box broke into many pieces of wood and flew backwards!
After a while, nothing happened.
There was a strange regret in Leonardo's tone: "What, the defensive measures I prepared for a long time were all in vain."
Garland checked again, but no disease or danger was detected. Stonewall simply fiddled with it twice with a crowbar and completely dismantled the box.
Polu poked his head out from behind the shield and saw golden light shining between the broken wooden boards. He carefully identified the gilt words: "Several large-scale preparation methods of commonly used high-grade alloys... really
Fake? It looks like a steel plate book like my teacher’s? Quickly unpack all the other boxes!"
Soon, they had determined that these boxes were filled with treasures with such unpronounceable names!
"I'm sure I have never seen these books. Who kind-hearted person sent them? And where did they get them? There is no reason for these things to be left outside."
He thought for a while, and suddenly remembered from the depths of his memory a place that should have these books, and at the same time he had seen a place where archaeological results had been excavated:
"Perhaps...it was dug out from the alchemy factory in Ibrček? Is that a Natsva?"
Speculation about the sender continued until a scroll sealed with fire paint was cleared. Poruben thought the scroll was something else and almost missed it until Garland reminded him:
"Look at the scroll and pay attention to the mark on the paint. This scroll is an official letter."
"Formal letter? Who would put something like this in a box like this and send it directly to me personally?"
After checking, he controlled the magic power to heat the fire paint, unfolded the scroll, and read: "Your Excellency the Alchemist, the owner of the Lake of Mirror Armor, the ruler of the Forest of Weapons, the inventor of powerful alchemy machinery, and the sincere guest of the Eastern Chamber of Commerce.
I pay my respects to you on behalf of the eastern region of Natswa and bring greetings from the eastern lords, Kakarte..."
Bolu looked up with a confused look on his face, only to see everyone had the same expression on their faces: confused.jpg
"Wait, did you get the wrong person? Is this for me? What's up with these titles that make my skin crawl? Even if it's just flattery, it's too much, right? That's right, Leonardo
, Is Kakarte the giant from the last order?”
"Yes, but apart from you, no one in Xingdao makes armor for him, right? It shouldn't be wrong."
Garland also had a strange expression: "Isn't Kakarte in the west of Natswa? When did he become the eastern lord?"
"You don't even know that you are a lord?"
"I don't know. Look at this road. News can't get in."
"Where's the magical message from the border?"
"They report directly to Xingdao, and they won't go through me unless I ask myself."
"...Okay."
Putting these aside for now, Polu continued to read the hair-raising tirade in the letter:
"First, actively expand the import of weapons and equipment. The Kakart lords agreed to exempt weapons import tariffs and institutional costs, stimulate import potential, optimize the import structure. Expand the import of advanced technology, equipment and parts. At the same time, encourage resources in demand abroad
Export sexual products in exchange for weapons and equipment. Support the import of daily consumer goods, pharmaceuticals, etc.
The second is to cultivate new trade towns and promote the development of new trade formats. Promote the construction of comprehensive cross-border trade pilot zones, replicate and promote mature experience and practices. Improve the cross-border import and export management model, optimize customs clearance operations, and establish a full-caliber customs statistics system. 1.
We need to increase the quantity of imported weapons and equipment, secondly we need to increase the categories of imported weapons, and thirdly we need to achieve comprehensive coverage from humans to giants."
This familiar writing style caused a burst of laughter. Bolu raised his head and shook the scroll in his hand: "Which ruined nobleman wrote this crap for him?"
He sighed, rolled the scroll back twice more, and continued reading:
"Thirdly, in terms of building a platform system and playing a supporting role in trade, Lord Kakarte made it clear that we should accelerate the cultivation of various foreign trade clusters, accelerate the transformation and upgrading of processing trade, build an efficient cross-border logistics system, and accelerate the construction of trade cities."
"Fourth, in terms of creating a legal, international and facilitated trade environment, Lord Kakarte requested that we further advance the management system to the grassroots level, resolutely prohibit the looting of passing caravans, and give full play to the demonstration and leadership of the free trade pilot zone.
role in accelerating the exploration and construction of border trade towns."
Bolu's hands started to shake. He couldn't believe the information he had just learned from these eight parts. He looked at Garand: "Am I hallucinating? Wait, there will be more later."
"Sanders' attack on you was an illegal act that he carried out on his own, independently, and without obeying the unified resolution reached by the Giant Tribe United Meeting. His fate was his own fault. We deeply regret it, but as Naz
As a member of Wa, we bear joint and several responsibilities that cannot be shied away from, so we decided to send some alchemy books to express our apology."
"The new eastern ruler of Nazwa is willing to build a peaceful, stable and prosperous border trade town with Esodu and promote stable and friendly diplomatic relations between the two countries."
"Our trade method supports settlement with metal materials and agricultural products. If you are interested, it would be more ideal to use human resources for settlement."
Next came a long appendix, which clearly marked the ratio of armor and weapons to copper, or food or even slaves. Polu held the letter, a little messy in the wind. He handed the scroll to the same face.
Garande was shocked and wanted to pass the scroll. He seemed to want to see what he saw, and at the same time he spoke a little hesitantly:
"Has Carkarte's head been broken? Don't they like to get rich by robbery? Who got these things for him? This appendix list and this article style are obviously human habits! It costs so much
Kung Fu, he really plans to do business with us honestly? To be honest, I don’t really dare to believe it.”
"Wait a minute, what is this long article about?"
Leonardo started to get distracted halfway through this article, which required a lot of saliva to read, and is now looking for a summary.
Bolu lowered his head, patted his forehead with his palm, and organized his thoughts:
"Judging from the contents of this scroll, Carkart took over Sanders' territory and moved to the east. Now he plans to buy things from us peacefully. He also gave us some nice things to apologize.
This is not in line with their style, so I suspect that he may not be able to hold on, at least his tribe may have suffered heavy losses and now needs to recuperate."
He snorted coldly and continued: "They also brushed aside everything Sanders did, as if they didn't know anything."
"This trade can be settled in copper, grain, or even slaves. I don't know who gave him the idea. We'll ask Moning Bell from the caravan later, but relying solely on the caravan's information won't help.