Quareara is a young nobleman from Kislev. He runs a fabric business inherited from his ancestors. At the same time, he owns a house and a small farm in Kislev. Alves is in Iron Ring Castle
When I was the financial controller, I couldn't avoid dealing with him. Every year, Iron Ring Castle received the most goods from Quareara. The goods involved ranged from cloth to porcelain, to furniture, coal, and leather. In short, although Quareara
Fabric business accounted for the majority of his business, but the aristocratic merchants were never satisfied with the status quo. With Alves's acquiescence, he opened other trade channels.
This middle-aged nobleman who is over forty always has a cheerful look, and a slight smile never leaves his lips, making you unable to feel his true expression. Of course, Alves has been dealing with him for many years and has already known him well.
His conduct and style of doing things.
"It's Earl Rhodes."
Alves emphasized.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I always thought that Rhodes was just a baron."
Quareara politely apologized, but Alves knew that this guy definitely did it on purpose. Not a single word that came out of his mouth was sincere. If he really wanted to do something, he would never say it.
"Back to the subject, when I controlled the Iron Ring Castle market, you have been eager to open up the northern market. Now, this is your chance." Alves picked up the red wine glass on the ivory table and took a sip of the wine in the glass. "Black
Hammercastle is no longer the poor frontier town it used to be. On the contrary, at this moment, thousands of civilians and nobles have gathered in the small castle. The annual trade volume of the docks on the Winter Spring River even exceeds that of Iron and Steel at its peak.
Ringfort.”
"That's what I say, but I don't understand the situation there after all. Old friend, I know you intend to help me, but after all, I don't dare to go to places I'm not familiar with."
Quareara whispered. He wiped the dust on the table, twisted a cluster of rose petals, held it between his fingers and put it on the tip of his nose, smelled the aroma, and looked like he was intoxicated.
"Stop talking nonsense, I have opened the way for you, it's up to you whether you want to or not. I know that since the riots in Erengrad, your business route has been messed up, and the route to the north has been almost cut off.
In the south, cloth and coal cannot be sold at a good price." Alves put down his wine glass and said seriously, "Old friend, we have cooperated for so many years, and I know your situation very well.
With the little assets you have invested, it will be difficult for you to gain a foothold in Kislev. Especially this time Katarina has raised the trade tax. The war in Erengrad has emptied the treasury, and the Ice Queen needs nobles like you.
Pay off her debt..."
After Alves finished speaking, Quareira's expression obviously turned bad. The other party came here after doing his homework...
Indeed, Alves did not go straight to the home of this "old friend" as soon as he arrived in Kislev. On the contrary, he did a lot of work. He first investigated the current situation of Kislev after the war, and then learned about the Kuaishou.
Reala's current situation, he knew that his business road was not smooth. By the time Alves came to the door in person, he had already understood most of the situation. In order to convince Quareala, the little dwarf even more
Show a proud and arrogant attitude. It is very important for negotiators to know themselves and their enemies.
"Tell me, what kind of person is that Laheim?"
The old noble took a breath and asked slowly.
"A man who is similar to you. He is a young noble from Erengrad. Before going to Blackhammer Castle, his assets were not even as good as yours. But at the same time, he is also a person who dares to venture and do things. He signed a contract with Rhodes
, developed the local mine together, and a year later, the business grew. While Rhodes was away participating in the Erengrad dispute, he monopolized part of the market in Blackhammer Castle, and formed an unprecedented private guard."
Alves talked slowly.
The sun shines into the house through the window sill and shines warmly on his body. Alves likes the smell of spring. This is the most beautiful time of the year in Kislev. It is neither cold nor hot, which is perfect.
"A nobleman who dares to challenge the lord, hehe, he is probably still very young, right?"
Quareara asked with a smile.
"Indeed, he is only in his thirties, and the hair on his mouth has not even grown yet."
Alves replied jokingly.
"What happened next? Rhodes didn't kill him directly?"
Quareara, who has been living in Kislev for many years, knows that the nobles are just a piece of fat in the eyes of the rulers. If you listen to the tsar, they can make you live well. If someone is naive enough to think that he can do it on his own.
If you don't listen to the above, then he will be bankrupt and end up on the street. The people who rule this country have ten thousand ways to kill you. And you are just a small noble.
This is also one of the reasons why the nobles of Erlengrad rose up against Katarina. They can only obey and there is no room for negotiation. However, the Blood Queen is a high-pressure person. If she disobeys, she will be eliminated immediately. This situation will not last long.
Everyone can tolerate it, but over time, some people will be unable to bear it.
"No, Rhodes wanted a more civilized approach, so he asked me to find you."
Alves said, and deliberately emphasized the last word. Yes, he wanted to emphasize "you", not "you".
"Who else agrees to go north to Blackhammer Castle?"
Quareara asked as expected.
"Skargard, Clive."
Alves answered calmly. He saw a trace of hesitation flash in Quareira's eyes, and he quickly caught it.
"Old friend, to be honest, I am not here to beg you today, but because of our many years of friendship, I want to tell you about such an opportunity. In fact, no matter who is in the situation of Blackhammer Castle, I would like to
Going north. In the city of Kislev, what room for development do the small nobles have? The war has just ended, and there is an urgent need to restore national strength. Many people are in panic. How many nobles like you can leave the city of Kislev?
It's just that after leaving Kislev, they couldn't find a place to stay, and I introduced you to this place. And, once you get there, as long as you don't set up your own armed forces like that Laheim
Guards, Rhodes and I will protect you and be your backing and sword."
Alves sat up straight and urgently said——
"The northern border is a little colder and barren. But it is safer there. Rhodes has cleared away the surrounding beastman tribes. No enemies will reach there. At the same time, the queen's hand cannot reach that far." Alves.
Blinking his eyes, he said, "Old friend, the North is not your final destination. It is just a springboard for you. Blackhammer Castle is developing rapidly and has many more opportunities than Kislev City. Do you want to give it a try?
It’s up to you.”
After Alves finished speaking, he was about to leave, but Quareira stopped him——
"Alves, let's have dinner here tonight. Putting aside official duties, we should also have a good get-together."
The old nobleman showed a sincere smile. Yes, Alves knew that this time it was true...