The Lord Who Wants to Be Emperor

"Impossible! I'm absolutely impossible to sell at such a low price." Centaur dealer Duottle said firmly, shaking his head.

"I can give you a discount of four thousand five hundred catties per ton of grain."

Aslan said in a hurry, "I can't accept this price. Two thousand five hundred catties of grain is about the same. Don't think I don't know. You can dig a lot of this stuff from you."

Dottle continued to shake his head.

"It's a lot, but we need manpower for mining, and transportation here also requires manpower, and these manpower also cost a lot of money."

Aslan turned his eyes and whispered, "I can buy in large quantities, three thousand catties of grain, and the quantity of each purchase is guaranteed to be dozens of tons. Do you want it or not?"

Aslan finished speaking, he wanted to leave.

Duotlu gloomily watched Aslan walk more than ten meters, then rushed out and said.

"Sold it! Let's go inside and say it."

"It's pretty much the same!" Aslan turned around, his mouth might not be expensive, but he made a V-shaped gesture to Cruze and the others behind his back.

Although Gareth didn't understand the meaning of this gesture, depending on Cruze's performance, it should be related to victory.

The smell inside the tent is even worse than outside.

But for business, Aslan can only bite the bullet and come in.

"This guest, will you really buy firestone on a large scale? I don't know how many tons you want?" Duotelu asked as soon as he entered the tent.

There was nothing in the tent except for a wooden table nailed with a simple wooden plank in the middle, only a circle of blankets was placed around the wooden table.

Aslan looked at many places on the blankets that were already stained with unwashable stains, and said helplessly: "That's natural, let's get fifty tons first!"

Duotelu was not too surprised, and asked vigilantly: "As far as I know, the grain output of Changfeng Plain has not been high!"

Aslan shook his head indifferently.

"It's really not high. It's hard to get enough food and clothing, let alone stay warm during the winter."

"But human beings don’t lack food! I’ve got in touch with some human smugglers. I sell this thing to them for a good price, but you also know how black human beings are against our alien races, and I’m just Make a fortunate money." Aslan was also a little uncomfortable at this point, and the almost distorted expression made Gareth and Belmode almost believe what Aslan said.

If they hadn't personally escorted Aslan, the lord from Changfeng Town, all the way, they might have thought that Aslan was a half-elf lurking in the human society.

Dorothy nodded deeply.

"Okay, then the transaction will be made at this price. I don't know when your 150,000 catties will be delivered."

Aslan naturally knew why Doroth was so urgent.

Estimated time, the northern wind prairie is now plagued by locusts, even the territory controlled by the Ottoman Kingdom is the same.

"From the Changfeng Plain to here, it will take a week at the earliest." Aslan said very positively, and then said with a sullen expression: "It seems that you are very short of food!"

Dorut took a vigilant look at Aslan, and said unhurriedly: "Isn't the lack of food, after all, we are now at war with the Ottoman Kingdom, and more food reserves are good."

Aslan nodded in agreement, but sneered in her heart.

Well done, go on.

"So that's it! It's not in a hurry. I did a big business with Humans some time ago. I still have hundreds of thousands of catties of grain on hand. I am going to sell it here at one go. I don't know what else the nobles can sell. ." Aslan began to show his fangs.

"Prairie specialties are best, such as wool and fur?"

When Doroth heard Aslan's words, his eyes lit up, and he said quickly: "Please wait a moment, I'll invite my other companions over."

Aslan waved his hand very generously, sitting on the big tent like this, taking out a jug of milk from the magic space, and drinking it.

Sino Land does not have space to equip this kind of thing. Magic space is magic that can only be learned by magicians after entering the intermediate level. The size of magic space depends entirely on the strength of the magician and time management.

After breaking through the intermediate magic, Aslan was also greatly surprised when he opened up the magic space.

He didn't know if it was for the soul or other reasons, he actually inherited the magical space from the previous life.

You must know that in his previous life, he was a man known as a **** of war. He fought on the battlefield all the year round. From time to time, in order to prepare for sneak attacks, he used to put some heavy weapons into the magic space.

Don't even think of him as the strength of the magician, because he broke through hopelessly later. He spent his free time developing the magical space. On the scale of the magical space, it is larger than many of its magicians, at least several times larger than that of the Marquis of Medea.

When Aslan asked the Marquis of Medea Magic Space, her answer made Aslan very speechless.

"It's enough, the magician is not a porter."

The Marquis of Medea is right. The magic space is mainly for the collection of private items or combat props of the magician, which generally occupies little space.

For example, the Marquis of Medea has never managed her magic space at all. It relies on increasing when she breaks through the realm. After the magic space is opened, even if you don’t care about it, every breakthrough will increase by 0.5 times to 1 times. , The size of the magic space is about ten cubic meters.

But Aslan in the previous life was three times older than her. Aslan was a little excited. If the next breakthrough, the magic space would double directly. What kind of scene was that.

A group of people watched Aslan slowly drinking milk, but no one dared to speak.

After all, Aslan's identity is there, and they are not equally qualified to sit and eat with Aslan.

Satisfied, Aslan grabbed a handful of white sand from the magical space and poured it into the milk, and then used his talent magical mimicry.

The milk in the glass jug spun quickly, and finally condensed into dozens of white milk candies with rich milk flavor.

"One for each! Try it!"

Aslan poured the toffee into a silver plate and said lightly.

Bose took it immediately, and one of the people in the big tent issued one, and then the big tent was out, and after a while he took the remaining toffee back.

"Master! This is the rest."

"I gave it to you."

Aslan waved his hand and said.

Kluzer looked at Bows with envy, and saw that Bows was very skilled at taking out a silver box, and as soon as he opened it and laid a few candies of different colors in a quiet place, they put the remaining toffee into it. .

Aslan stared at it and shook his head, which is considered Bowes' greatest hobby.

No one thought that Bowes, a man of nearly two meters, was actually a heavy dessert lover.