"Have you heard? A rare big fire broke out in Oerengrad. One-third of the city was burned down. The whole city was paralyzed."
Baker's Harbor, the gorgeously decorated Youth Hostel House Tavern. Two elegantly dressed aristocratic young men were standing in the center of the room, discussing major events that happened in the far north. The fat-headed young man had a greasy face, and his loose ceremonial robes were not enough.
It covers his protruding belly. The fat is hanging on his body, as if it is difficult to stand.
He didn't pay attention to his colleagues' words, but sat down, waved his hands calmly, and said with a sneer -
"I've heard about it too, brother, but there are too many and mixed messages. I don't think this number is real. Some people say that the fire burned a quarter of the city, killing thousands of people and leaving 100,000 people homeless.
Return. Some people say that only one-fifth of the city was burned, and the total number of casualties was less than 10,000. The city was operating normally and did not collapse. Others said that half of the city was burned, and Erengrad
It’s over, Kislev is over. In short, there are various theories.”
"Grapevine is really not trustworthy."
The slightly handsome, thin young nobleman whispered.
"But Kislev officials have not given a clear answer."
"Of course they can't give a clear answer. In such a large disaster, the number of casualties cannot be counted overnight. But one thing is for sure, the city did not collapse. Otherwise, there would be no movement. If it is really like a certain
According to some rumors, if Erengrad collapses, then countless refugees will flow here from the north. But what we have seen and heard is that such a thing has not happened. Therefore, those rumors of collapse,
These are just empty rumors."
The fat-faced nobleman continued—
"But I believe that Elengrad was still severely damaged. The fire burned very brightly, and the whole empire knew about it. What I want to say is - the whole empire knew about it..."
The fat-faced aristocratic young man turned his face sideways and looked at his companion, as if he was giving a hint.
Soon, the handsome and thin young man also reacted——
"You are saying that Kislev intends to amplify this news?"
The fat man nodded, poured himself a glass of wine, sipped it carefully and continued -
"Isn't it obvious? The King in the North is announcing to the world that he needs help. This is not only moral kidnapping, but also naked temptation of profit."
The thin young nobleman nodded.
"Kislev is located on the border of the empire. It has long helped the empire clean up all kinds of human foreign enemies around it and blocked the invasion of northern barbarians. Now, this kingdom is in trouble, and as a neighbor, the empire cannot sit idly by."
"One more thing." Fatty reminded, "Although Erengrad has not released an official casualty statistics report, the lockdown has been lifted, which means that the plague has been eliminated. At least, it is under control."
After saying that, the face of the thin young noble changed. This hidden message is too important. Everyone knows what it means. The trade routes will be opened up again and the port will be operational again. Moreover, compared with the previous
The city, at this moment, Erengrad needs commerce and resumption of trade. The city needs to be rebuilt, and a lot of projects will be carried out. Once the official announcement is made that the plague has been lifted, fleets and caravans from all over the world will swarm in like a tide.
To. There is no shortage of merchants with a keen sense of smell in the Old World.
"We should prepare for this big order in advance."
The thin man said it, with excitement that could not be concealed in his words.
The fat-faced young man smiled faintly and waved his hand.
"Have you started preparing?"
The thin young noble was surprised.
"Of course, I have hired two Black Widow mercenary teams and are heading here from Middenheim. The factory is already operating at full capacity and stocking up on all kinds of goods. I am just waiting for the final official confirmation from Erengrad.
The plague has been lifted. I am here to remind you not to miss this opportunity. We are family friends. Your father and my father are brothers in arms, and so are we. You took care of my business so much before, and now that the opportunity has come, I will naturally do the same.
I need to tell you."
The fat man smiled and returned.
Both of them know that if they want to survive and develop in the old continent where business competition is fierce, conventional methods will not make much profit. If you want to obtain huge profits, you have to take risks, either by taking risks and wandering in gray industries, or by waiting for such a natural outcome.
Opportunity. There are only two opportunities for a city to make huge profits. One is when it was first discovered, a period of rapid development from scratch. At that time, even a businessman could earn huge returns. And
An opportunity is when it encounters a disaster and recovers from the disaster. The demand of a large number of local residents and the official demand will bring huge benefits to investors. When the city of Olengrad was first built, this was obviously not the case.
It can be encountered in one generation. But the day of its reconstruction is already in front of us.
The thin male noble young man was excited. He was planning quickly in his mind. No matter how big the casualties were in Elengrad, there would be a huge need to rebuild and resume production after the disaster. To transport these materials and manpower to Elengrad, we must first have strong personnel.
A powerful guard, just like his friend, who spends a lot of money to hire mercenaries to protect merchant ships. Once the materials and manpower arrive in the post-disaster Erengrad, they will be rare goods in short supply, and he will definitely be able to survive in the half-destroyed city.
Fill the pot with it.
…
A few days later, Erengrad.
In the city hall, the interim mayor Alves limped into Rhodes' office in an excited mood. He placed a thick stack of statistical reports in front of the great lord's desk.
Unable to help Rhodes ask, Alves grabbed the kettle on the table and drank heavily. After swallowing for a long time, he panted and said -
"For three consecutive days, there has been no new infection! The plague has been lifted!"
Alves looked at Rhodes, his eyes full of joy and pride. It was the most exciting day in months. After months of dark torture, the city's municipal officials ushered in the most beautiful moment.
One day. In the past few years, they have been high-ranking adults, but during this plague period, they have become the most miserable and tired group of people. The King of the North came to take command in person, which is more important than the Snow Queen.
No one dared to show any slightness. But now, the nerves that had been tense for several months were finally relieved.
"good."
Rhodes replied calmly, as if everything had been expected. He stood up from his seat and continued -
"Now, there are two things that need to be done immediately."
"First. Spread the news that the plague has been lifted to the whole world, especially the empire. At the same time, open the outer ports."
"Second, organize a people's meeting in Orengrad. I want to speak to the citizens in person. Regarding the detailed report on the fire, an answer must be given to the people as soon as possible."