"I think the career of corpse collectors is quite good. First, almost all residents in the city stay away from corpse collectors and regard them as unclean people and seducers.
As soon as they appear pushing carts, no one wants to get close, and even when they hear the sound of the wheels squeaking, everyone runs away."
"Second, body collectors are the only profession in the city that can come and go freely during the night curfew. The sheriff never interrogates them, let alone searches. The body collection truck may seem simple, but in fact it can hide a lot of things."
"Third, the body collectors can push the carts in and out of the city gate freely. The guards never ask them why they want to go in and out. Others wouldn't have this condition."
To sum up, Powell suggested to his friend Johnson: "If we use arcane magic to disguise ourselves as corpse collectors, we can save a lot of trouble.
In addition, the corpse collector also has a special job, which is to take in patients with malignant diseases in the territory. For example, no one dares to approach people with leprosy.
According to the rules of the Butch family, the corpse collector is responsible for transporting patients with serious diseases reported from various places to the border by horse-drawn carriage to wait for death. There is no need to undergo any inspection along the way.
As long as we get a corpse-collecting carriage to transport the goods, the journey from Banshee Castle to Fog Town won't take ten days. We won't have to be so tired."
In the quiet night, in front of the oil lamp in a single room of the hotel, Powell made some plans, and Johnson nodded repeatedly, "Yeah, why didn't I think of that? You have a good idea. We bought too little this time, and we can't make enough money."
I have paid attention to the spell shops in Cold Wind City, and the supply there is extremely abundant. Now because the trade routes are cut off, a bottle of high-end spell casting materials is shipped to the Banshee Castle, and the price is directly increased by seven to eight times, or even ten times. The profit is too high.
Already.
It's a pity that we don't have enough capital. If we can buy goods worth tens of thousands of gold coins at a time and transport them by carriage, we will definitely make a fortune."
Dudu was chewing magic gems on the table. Hearing the discussion between the two, Dudu laughed and said: "You can think of such a simple method, but others can't think of it? When your corpse collection carriage goes on the road, I'm afraid you will find that the road is full of people.
Corpse collector."
Johnson was stunned again and had to admit that this possibility was extremely high. Ten times the profit would stimulate people's endless creativity and break through all limits.
Powell continued: "So we have to move quickly to make enough money at once before others do it. And we have to get enough capital."
"Going to borrow loan sharks again?" Johnson is still frightened when he thinks of the daily interest rate of the previous loan. "My illusion house cannot be mortgaged for tens of thousands of gold coins."
Powell lowered his voice again and said in a deep voice: "So we have to recruit people privately to buy shares. The nobles in the city are rich, and the wizards are even more generous. Not to mention tens of thousands of gold coins, hundreds of thousands can be raised.
We have the experience of successfully transporting goods, so they will definitely trust us. And the more people we bring, the more stable the business will be. Everyone has to come and provide convenience for us.
Now that the Buchi family has blocked the trade routes to prevent everyone from getting rich, there are too many people in the city who are secretly grudges. As long as we are willing to come forward, there will definitely be people who are willing to cooperate.
Maybe we are lucky and can get a payment of millions of gold coins. If we go back and forth, ten times the profit is tens of millions of dollars. As long as we can make a little bit of it, we will pay it forward."
Tens of millions, I really can’t imagine it!
Powell created a beautiful money-making scene that made Johnson stop breathing. The two looked at each other, as if they were lovers, and they were so excited that their skin trembled and they couldn't control themselves.
only......
Dudu muttered next to him, "You collected all your savings, embezzled operational funds, and took out loan sharks on mortgages. However, you only raised 1,500 gold coins and only made a gross profit of 6,000 gold coins when reselling them.
In the blink of an eye, you are thinking about tens of millions of dollars in business. How should I evaluate your brains? Or should I say that you have no brains."
Shut up!
The two of them angrily scolded Dudu at the same time. They were in a state of excitement and did not like to hear discouraging words. They made fists and rubbed their hands for a while, and continued to discuss the details with red faces. They really wanted to do something big.
"I'll go to the Wizard's Tara Shares and ask a few nobles. The wizards are definitely willing to purchase better magic materials. This is what they need."
"I'm going to find the body collector. I'll make a good disguise without any flaws. I'll try to earn enough gold coins in one go that I won't be able to spend in several years. Then our lives will be easy in the future."
It was Johnson who pulled the shares, and this matter tested PPT's tongue-in-cheek skills. Powell was the secret agent, and the job of contacting the body collector fell to him. After dividing the work, the two did what they said, and went out confidently the next day.
Powell first went to the grain store in the city and bought about ten kilograms of grain. The corpse collectors were from the extremely poor and at the bottom of society, and most grain stores were unwilling to sell food to them.
A bag of grain and a few silver coins should be enough to earn the other party's gratitude.
The body collectors live in a very remote, slum-like slum. Even the villains in the city don't bother to bully them for fear of getting into bad luck.
After asking for directions repeatedly, Powell found a dilapidated house near a civilian cemetery. The dark house was entirely made of wooden boards. Some of the wooden boards were rotten, so they had to be patched and nailed together.
The house was leaking from all sides, and the gaps in the wooden boards were so big that you could see someone inside. Powell couldn't find the window, so he stood at the door and kicked it with his feet.
The door is also made of wooden boards. There is no door hinge, so it can only be moved by hand to block the door. The door does not close tightly and is no better than a pig pen.
Powell shouted several times outside the door, and a hunchbacked corpse collector came out, looked at him a few times, and asked timidly: "Master, what are your orders?"
"I have something for you to do." Powell glanced into the dark shabby house and gave up the plan of going in. He threw the bag of grain on the ground, "take this bag of oats first, and I will pay you in advance."
reward."
Seeing that Powell had no intention of coming in, the hunchbacked body collector breathed a sigh of relief. The other body collectors in the room quickly packed away the wheat bread they had just eaten and replaced it with the usual batter.
The hunchbacked body collector did not refuse, and dragged the bag of oats into the house smoothly. He raised his head and smiled at Powell, showing his toothless mouth and said: "Master, what do you want us to do?"
"Help me transport some goods from the north and deal with searches along the way. I know that you have carriages specially designed to transport patients with serious diseases, and they can run around the country without hindrance. You only need to make one trip, and I will give you ten gold coins as a reward."
This remuneration is already unimaginable compared to the normal income of a corpse collector, but the hunchbacked corpse collector smiled without thinking: "Master, there are interception checkpoints everywhere in and outside the city.
We are happy to help you, but the bag of oats we paid in advance is not enough. Cows and horses cannot work when they are hungry, so you will have to be more generous."
Powell's face turned cold, and he stared at the ugly face of the hunchbacked corpse collector and became angry. But the other party did not give in at all. It was obvious that he had made up his mind not to kill anyone, and one hundred gold coins afterwards was not as good as one gold coin before.
Powell had to take out two more gold coins as a deposit, and the two parties agreed on a follow-up meeting time. But when he left the hut, the hunchbacked body collector said to his other companions:
"This guy is not a good person. I smell the smell of a 'vicious dog' on him."