Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 556 557. Business meeting

"Ah! My friend."

The red-bearded dwarf walked towards Lan En worriedly, raised his head and shook hands with him.

"Hello, Siloton."

After Lan En said hello to the dwarf, the two sat on the chairs in the reception room.

"You know I'm back?"

After sitting firmly, Lan En smiled and asked the dwarf.

"Of course, you don't have to be too sensitive, Lan En."

Siloton Giancardi nodded unabashedly.

As expected of a dwarf with a background in banking and finance, he easily understood the subtext of the witcher and explained it.

"You humans, the spies from the Northern Kingdom and the Southern Empire, can't bribe us. We still have large-scale business cooperation, and I'm working for you. So I am also allowed to know you by Ms. Margarita. Whereabouts of people.”

Siledon said carelessly, showing that he could be trusted.

Lan En nodded and accepted this statement.

"Then why are you coming to me at this time? The messenger said it was about the Valyrian Steel Chamber of Commerce. Is there something wrong with the Chamber of Commerce?"

"If you want to say that the Chamber of Commerce is not affected by the war, it is definitely affected."

Siledon tugged on his somewhat tight neck collar and said.

"We are in the steel business, and the excellent performance of Valyrian steel must have attracted the military of various countries. Not to mention the north, which has the most convenient transportation and circulation, it was the southern army that won the Battle of Manada this time. There must be some Valyrian steel weapons for sale as well."

"Don't even think about it. We buy and sell steel on a large scale. If you can't even accept this, then you might as well open a small workshop and earn some pension money. If you want to make your business big, you have to Embrace the implications of big business.”

"In recent days, many people from Foltest, as well as Redania, Aedirn, and Kaedwen, which is the Northern Kingdom, have come. They come with all kinds of royal emblems and noble seals. Go to the Chamber of Commerce. Demand to increase shipments, lower unit prices, and cut off trade with Nilfgaard."

Lan En frowned when he heard this.

"These requirements sound very demanding."

"Who says it isn't?"

Siloton also sneered.

"Yes, you, Arethusa College, and Berengar. The shareholders of the Chamber of Commerce are all northerners. And we dwarves don't have a good impression of the Southern Empire. You can help, but there must be a charter for helping. . Otherwise, if we accept all the conditions proposed by the Northern Kingdom, we will wait for the next wave of more excessive demands."

"To be honest, we definitely want to help the Northern Kingdom. But we have to prevent those officials and nobles from greedy for money and eating us alive."

Lann easily understood this concept.

Just like after the death of Emperor Chongzhen, the wealth of the wealthy families and high-ranking officials in the capital was still richer than the national treasury.

Those greedy scum don't care about the situation, their country, etc. They will never hesitate to make a fortune, and they will not consider the consequences.

"You handle these things, I think you should have enough experience."

Lan En authorized the direction of action of the Chamber of Commerce to Siloton.

"Then just watch." The red-bearded dwarf agreed without hesitation.

"I have drawn up an agreement of intent with the four kingdoms: to reduce shipments to Nilfgaard in batches until the war ends or the shipments are cleared, and the four kingdoms will also give the chamber of commerce control over tariffs, Transportation convenience serves as compensation and encouragement.”

It seemed that Silerton had already made a plan, so he spoke with ease, naturally and confidently.

But after talking about the direction of action of the Chamber of Commerce in this war, he immediately changed the subject.

"Then our colleagues at the Chamber of Commerce have pretty much talked about it. The rest is a private matter of the shareholders. Belengar has something to tell you."

Lan En frowned.

"Why didn't he just come over if he had something to do?"

Siledon spread his hands with an expression that said, "I can't understand even if you ask me."

So the witcher could only nod helplessly and said that he would go find him later.

When leaving, the red-bearded dwarf also took away two amulets, which showed that he was indeed not nervous now and was at ease.

The other party's performance of not forgetting to take advantage as always made Lan En feel a little relieved.

He couldn't help but laugh at his own state of mind.

——

The clanging sound of iron seems to have become the unchanging tone of this iron foundry.

It is said that this workshop producing Valyrian steel works day and night.

The surrounding residents were already disturbed by the noise and even blocked Gos Willen's city hall to protest against the noise affecting their lives.

But the city hall doesn't care about this. This workshop alone can bring a huge amount of tax revenue to the city every day.

Are residents' protests as important as real money?

However, for the sake of convenience and speed, most of the unskilled workers in the workshop are recruited from surrounding residents. So in terms of making money, the residents in the surrounding area actually earn a lot.

"So you came to me and said you had something to discuss, and then you asked me to watch you forge?"

In this noisy and hot huge workshop, Lan sat and watched Berengar hammering on the red Valyrian steel in front of him.

There were many armors and armor pieces that had been forged into prototypes where he sat, so no one noticed his obviously extraordinary figure.

Berengar was very confused.

In the past, the master blacksmith among the demon hunters, the sound of striking iron ingots was clear and rhythmic.

But today, it's just noise. Just like other blacksmiths in this workshop who are not very skilled.

Lan En could see this, so he made him talk in a joking way.

Berengar therefore stopped what he was doing, took off his leather apron, and walked up to Lan En with only his naked and shiny upper body left.

After looking at the young man for a while, the old witcher spoke hesitantly.

"Are you going to the battlefield? To Sintra?"

Lan En raised his eyebrows, but did not avoid the topic.

"Yes, I definitely have to go."

"I don't know what the style of Nilfgaard's army is or what their strategy is. But there is a little guy there who has a good relationship with me. No matter what, I have to help her get out of the war."

He originally thought that Berengar would dissuade him because of this, but unexpectedly, the old demon hunter seemed to be relieved.

"This is what you want to do on your own, not because of me."

He muttered, took out a pipe from his trouser pocket, and sat down next to Lan En. He lit his pipe with red-hot Valyrian steel and took a puff.

"You once wrote a few letters to a boy from the Wolf Faction, right?"

Berengar asked without turning his head.

"About that boy's destiny, a child in Cintra?"

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