Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 600 22 Nicholson Manor (7)

Tang Qianye put down the cigarette in his hand and shook his head slightly. Google search reading

A common tactic of Roman merchants was to weave a wonderful story around the goods in their hands.

For example, a painted disk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty.

You can only buy 10 silver coins by placing them on the straw mat in the night market. Send it to the store and put it in a luxurious wooden box, with a piece of silk padding the bottom, and you can buy 30 silver coins.

If the plates are placed in a gold plate holder and placed in the center of the store, customers can see them immediately the first second they enter the store.

If someone asks, tell me a wonderful story.

For example, this was a love token given to a certain emperor of the Tang Dynasty by a woman from his hometown before he became rich. Although the craftsmanship was not exquisite, the emperor played with it every day because he missed the people he saw.

With such an introduction, the price of this thing can increase at least 10 times.

There was nothing that could be done about it. It would take at least 18 months for the fastest merchants to travel the "Silk Road". After counting the losses on the road, every item of goods that could be successfully transported to Byzantium was hard-won.

Naturally, they have to find ways to sell more silver coins.

In Tang Qianye's eyes, Ma Feng obviously told him such a story.

But Ma Feng does not have the cultural heritage of Lao Hash.

On the way into the Black Desert, he met Loki, the 'King of Paris'. After returning, he learned what he had learned and sold it, directly arranging his "people tickets" for this kind of story.

The technique is certainly a bit inferior.

But there is nothing wrong with making money.

It had been three days since he bought this house, and Tang Qianye knew that he would take a few servants back today no matter what. As a qualified lurker, they must integrate into the surrounding environment as soon as possible, otherwise more and more people will see the flaws.

For an ordinary Byzantine noble, a residence covering an area of ​​1 hectare would have to employ at least 10-20 servants. Their work involved repairing houses, feeding horses, mowing lawns, preparing food, and starching clothes.

Today he must bring back a few people to make the main house more popular. No matter who Ma Feng provides him, he must take it.

Ma Feng nodded slightly, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

The younger brother led Tang Qianye to the second floor with understanding. After a candle, he appeared in front of Tang Qianye with three men and women.

"Are these the men of the legendary 'King of Paris'?"

Tang Qianye asked, pointing to the white woman with a rather vicissitudes of face in the middle.

It is not difficult to tell that she is around thirty years old. This age is not too old for a Viking. Although there seems to be a touch of melancholy hidden between her eyebrows, it is not difficult to see that she was also a rare North beauty when she was young.

(It seems that Ma Feng's calling her one of Odin's people is not false at least on the surface.)

"Your name is 'Gelin'?"

As a specialist in logistics in the Legalist school, Tang Qianye must understand all the mainstream languages ​​in the world. The "Norse" language often spoken by the Vikings happens to be one of them.

Since the Han Dynasty, there have been precedents of "Varyag guards" arriving in the Eastern Continent along the Silk Road.

The number of Vikings living in the Eastern Tang Dynasty was not small.

Their job is mainly to guard the house. When necessary, they will follow the master's family to the battlefield to serve as personal security.

"My lord, yes. Glynn Hellendaal is my name. I come from the Frost Mountains of Scandinavia and am a Viking 'frost man'."

"This is my son, Red Blood Dove."

Standing next to Ge Lin was a tall young man nearly 2 meters tall. He is about 15 years old, and his most striking feature is a bright red birthmark on his cheek that looks like a flying bird.

His pupils were also strangely red.

Tang Qianye has met countless people, and at a glance you can tell that there is a hint of aloofness hidden under this young man's meek appearance. Others might be suspicious, but staying in a house full of Legalist assassins

Force was the least of his worries.

"Sir, Red Blood Dove is at your disposal!"

Tang Qianye nodded, with a mysterious smile on his lips.

The strangest thing is the third person in the family.

Reid is tall, with a snow-white complexion and dazzling golden blond hair. Genetically it is not difficult to see that Ge Lin must be his biological mother.

But among the three, the remaining man was definitely not his biological father.

Because this person has obvious Han characteristics.

Even though the Eastern Tang Dynasty experienced the Anshi Rebellion, it is still one of the most powerful countries in the world today. When the Han people came to the West, they could at best work as a store clerk to support the facade.

Han Chinese who were reduced to working as domestic servants were rare in the Western Continent.

"Old gentleman, what is your name?"

Tang Qianye did not use Chinese, but still spoke the "Norse language" commonly used by the Vikings. When Ma Feng introduced these three servants, they had a relationship between adoptive father and mother and son.

If this is true, this old man should have mastered this language in his daily life.

"Sir, my name is Mo Kui, and I am a down-and-out blacksmith."

Among the three of them, the Viking mother and son are both very simple-minded people.

They were like a blank sheet of paper. Tang Qianye could see all the details at a glance.

Only this old man from the Tang Dynasty gave him a vague and obscure feeling that was difficult to fathom.

Tang Qianye smiled and stretched out his right hand, hiding a fine needle between his fingers. The fine needles are coated with highly toxic substances. If there is no antidote after being inserted into the human body, it can kill the person within 10 breaths.

This is a common method used by Legalist assassins to identify people.

Mo Kui, like an ordinary old farmer on the Eastern Continent, stretched out his hand to shake Tang Qianye's hand in confusion. The thin ox hair needle pierced his palm, and Tang Qianye squinted his eyes to observe his reaction.

If he were a monk from the East China Sea and the poison entered his body, he would not be able to hide this feeling.

The spiritual energy running throughout his body will immediately warn him, unless he has cultivated to the stage of Daluo Jinxian, completely transcending the mortal body.

There are no more than 10 such people in the world today.

Mo Kui's reaction did not exceed Tang Qianye's expectations. This old gentleman was just like a normal Eastern Land farmer, showing no reaction to toxins.

After seven breaths, Tang Qianye reached out and patted his shoulder again. This time there was another thin needle hidden in his palm, but this one was the antidote.

Mo Kui passed his test.

This man is not a monk from the Eastern Land of any sect.

"Okay, let's just stick with these three for now."

"After we sort out the manor, if we are still short of manpower, we will still need help from Boss Ma Feng."

After saying this, Tang Qianye took out a heavy money bag from his arms and threw it on the table.

"OK!"

"If you need a servant of a specific race, don't forget to book it with me in advance."

"Even if you need living sacrifices from the New World, brothers, I will find a way to catch a few for you! Brothers, prepare a carriage and send one to me, Boss Tang!"

"Thank you, Boss Ma. We have a long future ahead."

When two people who have each achieved their own goals met each other, they both smiled knowingly.