Lord of the Oasis

In the face of Kant, these caravan members were quite respectful and not a bit rude.

In their subconsciousness, Kant is equal to the high-level nobles of Calradia, even if they are Swadians, but for the nobles of their Vicia Kingdom, they must be treated with high-standard etiquette, not to mention the commoners. ?

"Well." Kant just nodded, his expression unchanged.

This is a system of nobility.

Looking to the back, the three carriages of the caravan were all bundled neatly, looking at the bulging and full load of goods.

"pity."

Kant sighed inwardly.

He has no dinars to buy these goods.

"My lord, these are the specialties we brought in Zhivadin."

The caravan leader smiled and explained: "Our caravan sells cheap wool, as well as some tools, pig iron, linen, including dried meat, smoked fish, wheat and other foods."

After a pause, he continued: "Of course, we also buy specialty products."

"Acquisition of specialty products?"

Kant frowned slightly: "How to buy?"

This made him a little curious.

Before the arrival of this caravan, he really didn't know that he could still sell something to them.

"Yes, we're going to acquire something at the same time."

The caravan leader glanced at the consulate of "Dehrim", his eyes swept over the grocery store, and he said with some heart: "I see that there is a vacant store, Lord Lord, if you don't mind, think about it. Let my crew move the cargo over there, and we'll be here for a week."

"Well." Kant nodded: "You can arrange whatever you want this week."

He answered happily too.

After all, I have no money in my hand now, and I can't buy anything.

"My lord, thank you so much."

The caravan leader was very grateful, and hurriedly bowed to thank him.

At the same time, the hired sentries behind them drove the carriages one after another, leaving deep rut marks on the sand. Obviously, the three carriages of them carried a lot of cargo.

Kant understood in his heart.

The caravans on the Calradia continent basically have fixed trade routes.

In the city of trade routes, buy cheap, sell high, or accumulate supplies and return to your own city.

They are all basic business practices.

"This is my place, and there is nothing to buy."

Kant secretly smiled bitterly.

Although "Deherim" is called by this name, it is not comparable to the real "Deherim" of Calradia.

Even a small village in the district could not even be self-sufficient in food, and it would be too whimsical to want to develop commerce, even with systematic help.

But Kant also let them go.

It would also be great to add a bit of popularity to the current Sentinel Oasis.

Shrugging, Kant also laughed at himself: "At least you don't have to feel it, it's like being abandoned by the world."

Back to normal.

Kant walked towards the Consulate Hall, and he still had some plans for special tasks.

Go back to the Consulate.

As soon as they sat down, the Swadian militiamen who were in charge of guarding in front of the administration hall walked in with their iron-clad spears and respectfully reported: "Lord Lord, the leader of the caravan wants to see you."

Not everyone can enter the Consultative Hall if they want.

"Let him in."

Kant nodded, apparently seeing the caravan leader standing outside the door.

This caravan leader is probably in his 40s, with a little more gray hair on his temples, but he still looks in good spirits. Obviously, he can lead a caravan in a city alone, and he is not an ordinary person.

In fact, the leaders of these caravans were generally appointed by top soldiers after they retired.

Although only equipped with iron-clad leather armor and a Germanic sword,

However, the proficiency of weapons and the skills of horse riding are comparable to those of Swadian knights.

But in front of Kant, he was unusually submissive.

Bending down and bowing his head, he said, "Lord Lord, I would take the liberty to disturb you."

"It's okay, I'm not busy right now."

Kant looked at the caravan leader and asked calmly, "Is something wrong?"

The caravan leader replied respectfully: "Sir, I see that your village seems to have date palms? If your production is abundant, we can buy some of them."

"Acquisition of dates?" Kant was taken aback.

The caravan leader nodded affirmatively: "Yes, my lord, dates are a specialty of the Sultanate of Sarand. They taste sweet and sell well in other countries."

"Of course, yes." Kant nodded immediately.

Last week, he collected more than a dozen rattan baskets for date palms. Although he has eaten some these days, it is no problem to collect enough rattan baskets.

But Kant's brows were slightly wrinkled, and he asked back, "Is it the dinar?"

The acquisition currency he said was naturally the dinar.

This is the only currency recognized by the system.

"certainly."

The head of the caravan nodded with a strange look on his face: "Sir, do you want to exchange dates for some commodities? We may also exchange things for things, but of course the price must be offset by the value of the goods. ."

Kant's face was stunned.

But he still reacted and said directly: "No, no need, just settle with dinars."

"Follow your arrangement." The caravan leader was a little confused.

Of course he didn't know that Kant was thinking about the dinar now, and his head was a little dizzy. He wanted to go directly to the gnoll tribe and these ferocious primitive creatures, and fight against each other!

Without dinars, nothing can be done!

"Come on."

Kant arranged for the militiamen waiting at the door: "Take our friends to the warehouse to see our dried dates."

The militiaman nodded: "Understood."

The caravan leader also apologized, and followed the militia towards the storage room beside the Consultative Hall, where a dozen rattan baskets of dates were piled up, all of which had been dried in the good weather before.

The dates they often say are actually the dried products.

Fresh dates are not resistant to storage, and dried dates are the most convenient for storage and carrying in desert climates.

And the dried date palm after drying, it tastes sweeter.

Soon, the caravan leader came out and chewed a date palm in his hand, with an intoxicated look on his face: "Sir, the texture of these dates is really good."

"Excellent date palm." Kant nodded with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He is careful.

The dates produced by the system are absolutely fine.

"It's really good."

The caravan leader swallowed the dates, looked at Kant and said respectfully, "If you want, I can charge these dates for 50 dinars per basket."

"50 dinars?" Kant frowned slightly.

10 baskets of date palms were exchanged for 500 dinars.

This is the result of most of the 20 date palm trees weighing thousands of pounds!

The head of the caravan shrugged slightly, and said with a helpless expression on his face: "Sir, although dates are delicious, they are not a necessity. In fact, many people eat these things as desserts, so the price is so high. .”

After a pause, the caravan leader continued: "If it is a date palm of poor quality, we will not give the price of 50 dinars at all."

"Okay, at the price you said."

Kant's face was calm and seemed to be normal.

But in my heart, it is really bitter, this businessman really is not a businessman.

If it wasn't for no choice, Kant really didn't want to just sell his dates.

After all, it can also be used as a food reserve.

"You really made a wise decision." The caravan leader said flatteringly.

Kant smiled lightly: "Maybe."

The lack of dinars is his biggest problem at the moment. In order to maintain his troops, he can only choose to sell these dates. After all, compared to bread, these dates actually don't give much satiety to the stomach, although Very nutritious.

However, Kant also seemed to have thought of something, and asked the caravan leader, "Is there barley in your cargo?"

"Yes my lord, there is barley."

The caravan leader replied: "50 dinars per bag, you can choose to sow seeds or grind them into flour."

"Give me a bag." Kant nodded and said at the same time, "I plan to sow seeds."

"That way, I can pick out the best bag for you."

Smiling, the caravan leader said, "But in the desert oasis, you need to replenish water in time when planting barley, otherwise the hot weather will burn your barley seedlings."

"Thank you for the reminder." Kant smiled.

These Swadian peasants know it too.

The ponds excavated in advance and the silt cleaned out can also be used as fertilizer for barley.

Kill two birds with one stone.

PS: Two updates today, make up for tomorrow...