Knight of the Light

"I think the profession of collecting corpses is very good. First, almost all the residents in the city are far away from the corpses. They are regarded as unclean people and messengers.

As long as they showed up pushing the rickshaw, no one wanted to get close, and even heard the crunch of the wheels, everyone avoided. "

"Second, the corpse collector is the only profession in the city that can freely infest during the curfew at night. The sheriff has never questioned them, nor searched. The corpse collecting cart looks simple, but it can hide a lot of things."

"Third, the corpse taker can push the scooter freely into and out of the city gate. The guard never asks them why they are going in and out? There is no such condition for changing others."

In summary, Powell suggested to his friend Johnson: "If we use arcane disguise as a corpse recipient, we can save a lot of trouble.

In addition, the corpse recipient has a special job, which is to accommodate patients with malignant diseases in the territory. For example, no one dares to get close to people who have leprosy.

According to the regulations of the Buchi family, the corpse taker was responsible for transporting the patients with malaria reported to the border by the carriage to death. No inspection is required along the way.

As long as you get a zombie carriage to transport the goods, the road from Banshee Castle to Thick Fog Town does not need to go for ten days. We don't have to be so tired. "

In the quiet night, Powell made a plan in front of the oil lamp in the single room of the hotel. Johnson nodded in succession. "Yeah, why didn't I think of it? Your idea is good. We haven't made enough purchases this time, and we haven't made too much money.

I have paid attention to the spell shop in Cold Wind City, where the supply is extremely sufficient. Now that the trade route is cut off, a bottle of high-level casting materials is shipped to Banshee Castle, which directly increases the price by seven or eight times, or even a dozen times. The profit is too high.

It is a pity that our capital is not enough. If you can buy tens of thousands of gold coins at a time and transport them in a carriage, this will inevitably make you a fortune. "

Dudu originally gnawed the magic gem on the table. After hearing the two's discussions, he chuckled and said, "You can think of such a simple method that no one else can think of? When your zombie is on the road, I'm afraid I will find that the road is full The corpse collector."

Johnson stayed again and had to admit that this possibility is extremely high. Ten times of profits will inspire people's infinite creativity and incidentally break through all the limits.

Powell continued: "So we have to move fast, before everyone else does it, and make enough money at once. And we have to get enough capital."

"Going to borrow a loan shark again?" Johnson was still panicked at the thought of the previous interest rate. "My illusion cabin can't mortgage tens of thousands of gold coins."

Powell lowered his voice again and said in a deep voice: "So we have to privately buy shares, the nobles in the city have money, and the wizards are even more generous. Let alone hundreds of thousands of gold coins, hundreds of thousands of dollars can be raised.

We have had successful shipping experience, and they will definitely believe us. And the more people they pull, the more stable the business. Everyone has to come to facilitate us.

Now that the Butch family has blocked trade routes to prevent everyone from making a fortune, there are too many people complaining secretly in the city. As long as we are willing to come forward, there must be someone willing to cooperate.

Maybe we are lucky, and we can get millions of gold coins. A trip back and forth, ten times the profit is tens of millions of income. We will post as long as we can earn a little bit of it. "

Tens of millions, I dare not think about it!

Powell constructed a beautiful money-making scene that Johnson should stop breathing for. The two looked at each other, drunk like a lover, so excited that they could not control themselves.

just......

Tudu muttered beside him, "You have gathered all your savings, embezzled the operating funds, and mortgaged usury, but raised 1,500 gold coins, and you only made a gross profit of 6,000 gold coins by changing hands.

At this blink of an eye, I think of a business of tens of millions, how can I evaluate your mind? Or you guys have no brains. "

To shut up!

At the same time, the two were angry and muttering, and their heads were full of blood and enthusiasm. They clenched their fists for a while, rubbed their hands for a while, and continued to discuss details with blushing ears, and really wanted to make a big vote.

"I went to the Tara share of the wizard and asked a few nobles to ask. The wizards are definitely willing to purchase better magic materials, which they must."

"I went to collect the corpse, pretending to be enough, there must be no flaws. Struggling to earn a gold coin that can not be spent for several years at a time, our future life will be easy."

It was Johnson who pulled the shares, and this matter tested ppt's lip service. Powell was a spy, and it was his job to contact the corpse recipient. After the division of labor between the two was completed, they did what they said, and the next day they went out confidently.

Powell first went to the grain store in the city to buy ten pounds of grain. The cadaver is the bottom of an extremely poor society, and general grain shops are reluctant to sell food to them.

A sack of grain plus a few silver coins should be able to exchange the gratitude of the other party.

The corpse-dwellers lived very remotely and belonged to slums. Even the villains in the city are too lazy to bully them, for fear of getting dirty.

After repeated directions, Powell found a broken house near the civilian cemetery. The dark house is completely assembled from wooden boards. Some of the boards are rotten, so you can only patch them together like a patch.

The house is leaking on all sides, and if there are large gaps in the wood, you can see that there seems to be someone inside. Powell didn't find the window, he stood at the door and kicked.

The door is also made of wooden panels. There is no door hinge, you can only move it to the door by hand. This door is not tightly closed, much better than a pigsty.

Powell shouted a few times outside the door. A hunched corpse came out and looked at him a few times. He asked timidly, "Master, what do you ask?"

"I have something for you to do." Powell glanced at the broken house in the black hole and gave up his intention to go in. He threw the sack of grain on the ground, "First accept this sack of oats, which is regarded as my prepaid remuneration."

Seeing that Powell didn't come in, the hunchback sighed with relief. The other corpses in the room quickly packed up the wheat bread they had just eaten and replaced them with the usual batter.

The humpback corpse recipient did not refuse, and dragged the bag of oats into the house with great ease. He raised his head and smiled at Powell, with his teeth missing. "Master, what do you want us to do?"

"Help me ship some goods from the north to cope with the search along the way. I know that you have a carriage that specializes in transporting sick people, and you can run around in the country without obstruction. You only need to run once, and I will pay you ten gold coins."

This payment is already unimaginable compared to the normal income of the corpse recipient, but the hunchback corpse recipient smiles without thinking: "Master, now the city can be intercepted everywhere outside the city.

We are happy to help you, but the prepaid bag of oats is not enough. Niu Ma is hungry and can't do any work. You have to be more generous. "

Powell's face was cold, and he stared at the ugly face of the corpse-collector, angry. But the other party did not give in at all. Obviously, he made up his mind not to slaughter white and slaughter, and the one hundred gold coins afterwards were not as good as the one before.

Powell had to dig out two more gold coins as a deposit, and the two sides agreed on the time for the follow-up meeting. But when he left the hut, the hunched corpse said to other companions:

"This guy is not a good person. I smell the smell of "evil dog" on him."