The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Ignatz has recently encountered trouble in the mall.

To be honest, he always thought that he was the luckiest person among the apprentices who left the Merchants Association. When he needed funds most, he met an unfamiliar demon hunter. He has heard many rumors of northerners-ignorance, stubbornness, ignorance and greed. At first, he was curious and told another northerner a set of southern theories, wanting to see how he would react.

As a result, he did not expect that this was not a simple northerner, but a demon hunter. Legend has it that this was one of the members of the ancient organization that had undergone magical mutations and successfully survived the harsh rituals. Perhaps he is stubborn, and he has never heard of some theoretical ideas that have long been common in the South, he may not even read many books, and he is not interested in collecting books. But he looked like someone who had just made a fortune and was about to waste it in taverns and brothels. So Ignatz took the attitude of giving it a try and told him about the principle of equity and dividend sharing.

In the end, who would have thought that this would actually be the beginning of his future career.

But now, he is in conflict with his mentor in the Merchants Association.

After achieving commercial success in the North, Ignatz was re-invited by the Merchants Association. Naturally, he accepted the invitation and became a famous member. This is a necessary part. A successful businessman must join the Merchants Association, and anyone who refuses to join must fail. He does not think there is a need to conflict with the merchant association. Benefits are sacred. Cooperation can be a win-win situation. Only customers can bring income. Instead of infighting, it is better to expand to a larger market. But not long ago, he had some conflicts with his former mentor Matthews, who dominated Nilfgard's largest grain trading company and owned many farms and livestock farms under his name.

He believes that we should take the opportunity to increase the dumping of grain in the north, and while the farmers are fleeing the fields in order to avoid the war, send slave teams to capture them, and send mercenaries to seize these lands, and dump a large amount of grain to the north. Prevent the grain in the southern warehouse from becoming moldy due to prolonged crowding.

But Ignatz has another view.

Food prices in the south have soared to an unbearable level. The high prices originally made the food trade a lot of profits, but when the prices completely exceeded people's tolerance, the benefits began to decline gradually. Instead of maintaining food prices and dumping them, it is better to lower prices appropriately. When seeing a price reduction, the imperial residents who lacked food at home would definitely try their best to buy enough food so as not to increase the price again. On the contrary, it can maintain profits, at least not to make the goods rotten in the barn.

But Matthews' attitude is clear.

He would rather rot the goods in the warehouse than make it cheaper by a mark. The price cut will only make the people think that the price will continue to fall, which will lead to fewer people buying food. There is only one way to boost sales, and that is to burn a moldy barn with a fire.

Sighing, Ignatz rubbed his forehead.

All merchants in the South know that the current situation has become a gamble. That is whether to pin the hopes of the future on the newly occupied northern territories. Either the victory of the war snatched a piece of bread covered with butter from this unowned cake, or the defeat of the war lost all money. Any Nilfgaard businessman with common sense knows that nowadays the industry and commerce in the north-at least the upper reaches of the Ponta River, including the Aden, Fjorden, and Livia regions-are mostly the foreign queen said After all, she not only persuaded the other members of the Merchants Association in a certain way that no one knew, but also caught everyone off guard with a large amount of surprising funds, before everyone else, to acquire those who were urgently needed because of the war. Logging yards, quarries, or mines that are transferred for sale or deserted.

Basically no one knows what that money is about, people can only sigh with the savings and power of the ancient race. Ignatz has some clues about this, but he is happy to see such results, because as early as a few years ago, he had already started business cooperation with the Elf Queen. The future north is good for him.

At this time, his office door was knocked.

"Who?"

"Sir, there is a parcel from the north."

Ignatz was surprised.

He has never ordered products from the North, because he has always believed that the quality and quality of the products from the South surpasses the handmade workshops in the North.

He stood up and walked around the desk to the wooden door.

Opening the door, a strange messenger stood outside.

"This is your goods, sir, please sign for it."

Cowell's coast.

A pair of eyes appeared on the rough sea, staring cautiously at the distant port.

Zelin hated the feeling that he would be targeted for anything he did. In the past, he never knew how far a person could be stalked. Now he understands, maybe as long as he walks out of Mahakam's castle, a spy will send his news to people in need.

But he is a demon hunter.

This tracking ability does not trouble him.

He did not visit the college to appreciate the scenery. There are some good spies under Schier. It is very likely that Corville's spies are working for her, and he is indeed entrusting Ignatz to investigate Corville's situation for him. But Schell certainly didn't know that Ignats was more efficient than everyone expected, and he investigated some results.

Some biology professors at Llanester University received a commission from the royal family some time ago. A very strange commission, requiring confidentiality. The Corwell people are just hiring Buren? Among them, Ignatz also brought a piece of information from Dikoscher, and he sent news of the Renegade as scheduled.

The people who recruited the warlocks in Novigrad were the Kovirians.

They have been sheltering the sorcerers, but instead of sending all the sorcerers into the sorcerer sect, they recruited them to serve directly for the king. The Kevel people not only wanted to accept talented people from all over the world, but they even wanted to form a group of warlocks that belonged only to Kevel. After this group of warlocks entered Corville, they temporarily lost the news, and the last news he could trace was that the recruited warlocks entered Corville's winter capital.

Looking at the light of the lighthouse sweeping in the distance, Ze Lin took a deep breath and dived into the water again with the help of the killer whale potion.

The icy waves rolled over, leaving only the endless water surface.

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ps: I'm really sorry today. I went to the car management office in the morning and went to have a wedding wine at noon. When they came up, they took a 53-degree liquor........ After drinking two catties, I went home to rest and overslept. ..... It was almost seven o'clock when I opened my eyes. More compensation will be added tomorrow.

Chapter 2613 Back to Carbine

"There are so many recent orders."

In the shipyard on the inner side of the cliff, two night workers walked side by side on the wooden trestle. Many scaffoldings are erected inside the giant grotto. On the water surface separated by several trestle bridges, wooden piles and brackets are used to fix unfinished frigates and merchant ships. Many shipyard employees still stay on the construction site, hammering nails, carrying wooden boards, and weaving sails.

"Yes, the workload in the past few months is more than that of last year. It has been a long time since I have seen all the shipbuilding bays full of ships." Another worker rubbed his eyes and yawned. : "I heard that Redania ordered a lot of ships. It may be about to fight."

"Really? But I heard that the ships in the No. 3 Shipyard are going to be sold to the Nilfgaards. They have ordered a lot of frigates with very shallow drafts."

"That is to sell to both the Reddanians and the Nilfgaards. At that time, the two of them will drive the ships we built to fight on the sea off Novigrad, and finally they will run over to order a new batch. For the new ship, there will be work to do then..."

Two workers walked by, but they did not notice that under the trestle bridge, a person poked his head out of the water and listened carefully to the sound of their footsteps.

After a few seconds, Zelin grabbed the pillar under the trestle bridge, grabbed the edge of the trestle bridge with his other hand, and pulled himself up.

The water dripped and dripped on his body, and Ze Lin didn't stay too much. The sea water on his body only wet the ground, he immediately grabbed the scaffolding on the side and quickly climbed up.

"What's going on here?"

Suddenly, Zelin heard the voice of a guard from below: "What did I seem to see just now?"

"Really?" With the sound of iron armor stomping on the wooden plank, the figures of the two guards were projected onto the rock wall by the brazier, getting closer and closer: "Where is it? We have to investigate, be careful, recent orders There are so many spies. I heard that Xia Du caught several spies."

Zelin frowned.

He looked around and took out a flying knife, smeared with Dragon Dream dust. With a flick of his wrist, the flying knife shot towards the brazier on the other side.

The stone basin burst into a green flame.

"What?!"

This moment attracted the attention of the guards.

Zelin took the opportunity to jump out of the hiding place and climbed up to the top of the grotto along the support.

The shipyard has two floors. At the top of the shipyard, through wooden brackets and ladders, a shipyard headquarters is built. Managers can stand on the top and look down at all the shipyards of the shipyard. Unlike the workers who work overtime day and night, the supervisor and foreman of the shipyard will go home at sunset, instead of staying in the wet and cold grottoes like the workers and working overtime day and night.

Squatting halfway on a scaffold, Zelin made sure that there was no one in the monitoring room opposite, he leaped forward and reached out to grab the guardrail at the edge.

The two guards below found the throwing knives in the brazier, but Zelin didn't care about it. He wouldn't stay in Corville for too long, because what he had to do didn't take too long.

With the force of the arm, he pulled himself up. Zelin squatted on the platform in front of the observation room. There are no guards here, and there is a wooden door on the ladder leading to here, with a lock hanging outside the wooden door to prevent anyone from approaching.

There is a concealed passage in the shipyard that can bypass the surveillance of the Kerviel guards, right at the top.

Zelin took out the water-soaked letter paper from his pocket. After scanning the contents on it, he raised his head and squinted his eyes slightly.

Soon, he found a gap at the top of the cave, through the gap, he could see the sky with shining stars outside.

Taking out the rope from the package, Zelin aimed at the gap on it and threw it up.