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255 East of Syracuse

"Any news from Syracuse?"

Karkart asked:

"Everything else has been negotiated, and there is only one trading location left. Why don't the mages let go?"

"They didn't let up on the transaction location, and seemed determined never to go beyond the protective distance of the mage tower. I think they showed a lot of defensiveness during the discussion."

Kakarte spat out a few ugly curse words in his rough voice.

Venting was of no use, and Kakarte sighed: "There is no doubt that this is all caused by what Sanders has done over the years. They are guarding against us."

At this point, he changed the subject: "But only fools would trade under their fortress. After all, what do they want?"

Elder showed a look of shame: "I'm very sorry, the mages are not letting up on this matter. Even those mages who have accepted our gifts are full of resistance to leaving the fortress. We have already tried,

Money, materials, equipment, we even hinted at providing female slaves, but nothing could change their stance on this issue."

Having said this, he raised his hunched body slightly, trying to read a trace of his true thoughts from Kakarte's face.

"Sir, look...should we make a little concession?"

"no."

Weathered, without fluctuations.

Kakarte flatly refused.

"We will never give in!"

This sentence sounded very familiar, and it brought back memories in Elder's mind that had become increasingly faded, almost like the memories from the first half of his life before he was captured and became a slave.

He tried to think back and then remembered where he had heard this sentence: Those businessmen who have no choice but to surrender, no matter how eager they are to sell or buy, will usually show such a strong and impeccable appearance in front of others.

He doesn't seem to be in a hurry to trade.

The color is sharp and the heart is soft.

Yes, if you follow the usual style of the giants and refuse to come, then forget it. If you don’t want to sell, then rob it!

You would never have the patience to go back and forth over a seemingly inconsequential trading location!

It seemed as if a ray of light suddenly shone into Elder's mind, and the images of those people gradually overlapped on the Kakart in front of him. He suddenly trembled: "Yes! The caravan!"

"Sir, if we entrust a caravan to trade instead of in the name of the tribe, there will be no need to make concessions! The caravan is a civilian, so the mages will not embarrass us."

"That's good, but where is the caravan? Should we choose the caravan that transported gifts for us last time? In that case, wouldn't we need to pay them a commission for every transaction?"

Kakarte clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming fiercely, and it was difficult not to say the words that rushed to his lips.

It’s not that the ferocious tiger suddenly became a vegetarian, but Elder’s previous hard advice worked: “Sir, if we don’t plan to pay the commission for this caravan I contacted, then we will never be able to buy it again.

We can’t find anyone willing to transport any supplies for us!”

Elder suddenly took two steps back, adjusted his clothes, caressed his chest with his right hand, and bowed his head to Kakart: "Sir, the Yamos Trading Company that was rebuilt at this time sends its regards to you! I am willing to serve you! I

The caravan can undertake cargo transportation, cargo purchasing and other services.”

Kakarte was stunned for a moment, and then he connected the senior slave in front of him who could always make some good suggestions with his past occupation: a businessman.

"Ha ha ha ha."

He laughed heartily!

——————

"What?"

After working overtime to produce the first batch of goods, loading them on ships, and traveling across the ocean to Northcap, Polu, who was now sitting in front of Garland, showed a surprised look: "It's been so long, and we haven't talked about it yet.

OK? My first batch of goods is ready."

"It's not the trading season anyway...what! You said you are ready? So soon?"

Garland suddenly came back to his senses mid-sentence. He looked Bolu up and down a few times: "No wonder you look a little haggard. Are you fighting for copper?"

"It just so happens that I have been researching several refreshing drinks recently. Zhu Yiwei can also use it. You can try it too. If it suits her, bring it to her. The effect of replenishing energy is not bad, but the taste is very exciting. Refreshing! It even makes people feel refreshed.

I recall how I felt when I was a child and was tricked into drinking by the guardian uncles!"

As he spoke, he walked towards the gold-painted cabinet against the wall, opened the cabinet door, and took out two crystal bottles filled with fluorescent blue liquid.

"It's really not because of ordering so much, but because of other things. Damn it, this blue fluorescence is a bit exaggerated? Is it really drinkable? To replenish energy? Is this thing finally implemented?"

Garland laughed and handed over the bottle in his hand: "Of course you can drink it, the refreshing effect is quite good! As for replenishing energy? Is it important to use such cheap materials? You have to try your own works. That's the rule of the mage.

.Speaking of which, you pulled out all the stuff in the warehouse to get money, right?"

"What are you talking about? These are fine steel broadswords."

"How did you make a broadsword?"

"Ha, the one-handed broadsword on the list is the most profitable!"

"Didn't I hear that that thing is difficult to make? How many pieces have you prepared?"

Boru squeezed the bottle, smiled and stretched out a finger.

"How much do you think it is?"

"100 handfuls?"

Polu shook his head

"Okay, even if you are an alchemist and there are so many blacksmiths, it is not easy to get these 1,000 one-handed broadswords? Can you save on the process?"

Having said this, Garland opened the bottle cap, pointed it at the mouth of the bottle and raised his head, letting the exciting alcohol substitute flow into his throat. Bolu also put his nose close to the mouth of the bottle, flapped his right hand towards himself a few times, and was full of excitement.

He accidentally reported the cargo he was carrying:

"Is that even worth a trip on the boat? I've prepared ten thousand of them!"

"puff!"

The suspicious drink spurted out from Garland's mouth and nose!

He coughed hard, but when he inhaled, he was choked again by the cold feeling and almost burst into tears!

A smell that smelled like turpentine, menthol mixed with bananas filled the air. Bolu was glad that he hadn't drank it yet, while watching Garland choke to death from the refreshing drink he brewed himself!

"Fuck, this thing smells like a fucking natural solvent? Isn't it too strong?"

After a while, Garland returned to normal. Bolu put the bottle aside silently and forced the topic to get down to business: "I have brought everything. When are we going to trade."

"Isn't it that they haven't even agreed on a place to trade? We asked for it to be under the city of Syracuse, but the other side refused to agree. Humph, you have done so many bad things, are you feeling guilty?"

"Then what do you say to the other side?"

"Anyway, we can't be within the attack range of the mage tower under the city. But we don't feel safe going out, and they won't do it when we come in. We have argued about this several times, and I don't think we can make a decision for a while."

Garland spread his hands and expressed that he was also helpless.

It was related to Polu's money-making business, so he had to use his own brain to find a solution.

"Safe, safe, safe...area? We have it!"

He slapped his thigh and raised his head: "By the way, why don't we build a safe zone, block the magic range, build a road in the magic range, stand face to face, each in his own safe zone. We can turn around

If we run into the safe zone and they turn around and we can't catch them, wouldn't everyone be happy?"

Garland shook his head: "But doesn't this expose the range of the spell? No, no!"

"Why not? They don't know how far it is anyway. Why don't you secretly report a little less distance when reporting the range?"

Garland was stunned: "They are not stupid. Do they believe this number when you say it? Are you sure they will be fooled by this?"

Polu was heartbroken: "Are all your academic mages so stupid? Do you only know that miracles can happen with great force? It's not very credible to report it directly, so let's make a show and do the whole thing. It's best to let them guess what we want to show.

They calculated the wrong distance by themselves, and with our cooperation, the confidence level suddenly increased! Come on, I will teach you how to fool them!"


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