Warlords: Rise From the Land of Doom

Two days later, Thomas and his party had already left the castle for two days.

In the early morning, they finally came to the site of the first neighbor in the Tulip Territory - Black Rock Territory.

Black Rock Territory is a baronial territory, famous for its rich black rocks. Although the location is relatively remote, it is not as low as Storm Territory. After all, starting from Black Rock Territory and continuing north, it is a noble territory.

As the team drove into Heiyan Town, the townspeople looked at the caravan curiously.

In the past, the caravans came from the north or the west, but this time they came from the south, and there was only the land of doom.

Tap tap tap!

In the castle not far away, a heavily armed team was also found in the town. Baron Boris personally led a team of thirty guards to rush over.

"Who are you?" Baron Boris surveyed the team in front of him.

"Your Excellency Baron Boris, we are a caravan from Stormland, assigned by my master Sir Narrant, to come to your territory with souvenirs to sell!" Thomas, as Narrant's housekeeper, was outside Represents Narant's face.

At this time, although the tone was respectful, it was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Storm Lord?" Boris was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered something, "By the way, I remember that a group of people did pass by and went to Storm Lord some time ago. Could it be that your lord is one of the knights conferred by Lord Earl? But how could it be? Assigned to Doom... Where's the Storm Lord?"

The earl canonized eight second sons of vassals for a test. This matter has long been spread. Boris naturally knows that if he is not young and does not have a suitable son, he hopes that such a good thing will fall on his own family.

"Yes, esteemed Baron Boris, my Lord Narant is from the Berwick family and is the second son of Baron Andrew!"

"The Berwick family? That's the case!" I had wondered that Narant was assigned to the Land of Doom, but I heard that it was the Berwick family, so Boris was not surprised. The grievance between Alding and the Berwick family The vassals know it.

"Tell me, what kind of goods did you bring this time?" Boris was curious. What kind of specialties could there be in the place where the serfs were so poor that they didn't starve to death? Look at the three trucks full of goods. Boris couldn't help but speculate darkly whether Narant had exploited all the food for the serfs.

Hearing the words, Thomas finally showed a smile. At this time, many townspeople were already watching from a distance. This was the effect he wanted.

"Your Excellency Baron Boris, our convoy brought salt and rare dried sea fish this time!" Thomas instructed, and the guards immediately tore off the cowhide cloth from the carriage.

"Wow! A lot of salt!"

"And dried fish, where did those dried fish come from? Isn't there a murloc sea monster by the sea? How many sea fish are needed for so many dried fish!"

When the special products on the carriage were revealed, there was an instant exclamation. Those townspeople hid in the corners and stared straight at the three carts of goods.

Especially the dried fish, which can be sold for thirty coppers per pound, which is the exclusive property of the nobles.

Boris' pupils also shrank at this time. Whether it is salt or dried fish, these are local specialties beyond his imagination. He thought it was just wheat exploited from serfs.

"Where did you get your salt and dried fish?" Boris reflected and asked curiously.

These two specialties are not even owned by his Black Rock Territory. It is easy to explain the salt. It is estimated that because it is relatively close to the Baron of Quint, he can buy some and sell them at a low price.

As for marine fish, only the great nobles have the ability to mass-produce them.

"Go back to Lord Boris, this salt is produced by our own elf in Storm Leader, and the dried fish was captured by the serfs led by our Lord Narant!" Narant has already given his words!

"Salt mine elf? You're so lucky!" Boris had no doubts about the output of salt, but was just a little jealous of Narant's luck.

As for dried fish, he didn't ask any more questions. No matter how he caught it, he wouldn't say anything if he continued to ask questions.

"Then how many copper plates are you going to sell for a pound of dried fish, I'm afraid ordinary civilians can't afford it?"

"Go back to Your Excellency Lord Boris, seven copper plates per pack of salt, ten copper plates per pound of dried fish!"

"It's so cheap? Are you sure you're right?" Although the taste of dried salted fish is not as delicious as fresh sea fish, it is also sold for 30 coppers because it is marinated with table salt.

But this time not only the salt is cheaper, but even the dried fish is also cheaper by one-third. Boris doesn't know how Narant is going to do business. Could it be that he is doing charity?

"Your Excellency Baron Boris, this is the price set by my lord, and it will be sold at this price in the future!"

"Okay! Since Sir Narant and I are neighbors, you can sell it!" After that, Boris, who was hit, didn't stay any longer and returned directly to the castle with the guards.

"Sir, don't we buy some? They sell it at such a low price, so wouldn't the salt we bought from Quint get sold?" After leaving the town, the captain of the guard beside Boris asked carefully.

They used to buy salt from the Baron of Quint. When the salt was bought, some would be kept in the castle for their own use, and more would be raised to ten copper plates to sell to their own citizens.

"Buy it? That's a specialty from the Land of Doom, do you dare to eat it?" Boris asked back.

"In addition, regarding the issue of selling salt, Quint's bitter illegitimate son, if there is no way, I don't want to do business with him. Now that Storm has the salt to sell to the people, that's just right, I'd rather not make so much money. Copper plate, and I don't want Quint to make my money."

Because he was also a vassal of Lord Count, Boris could not refuse the caravan of Storm Lord to do business in the town.

However, the fact that the storm led the production of salt also made Boris relieved.

In the past, when he bought salt from Quint, Quint not only mixed a lot of sand into the salt, but also deliberately let his caravan live in Baiyan Town for a few more days, so that the caravan would be more abundant in Baiyan Town. Spend some money.

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The nobles were worried about bad luck, but the commoners didn't care much.

The preferential price of salt in a pack of seven copper plates is enough to make them forget everything, and there are also the ten copper plates of dried fish, which the commoners have never tasted before.

So, after Boris left, the townspeople gathered around.

"My lord, do you really only need a pack of seven copper plates for your salt?" A serf in tattered clothes asked timidly.

"Yes, a pack of seven copper plates of salt!"

"What about the dried fish? Is the dried fish really ten coppers per pound?" a decently dressed civilian asked.

"That's right, ten copper plates per pound of dried fish, come quickly if you want to buy them, we only stay in Heiyan Town until noon and we will continue on our way!" Thomas replied one by one!

"Ah, then I want two packets of salt!"

"I want it too, I want three packets of salt!"

"I want five packets of salt and a pound of dried fish..."

The price was finally determined, and in an instant, both serfs and civilians surrounded the convoy.

"Don't crowd, don't crowd, line up and come one by one! We brought plenty of salt and dried fish!"

Now it was Thomas and the others' turn to get busy, and Quick and other guards quickly began to maintain order.

Thomas, on the other hand, stood on the carriage with a porcelain jar in charge of collecting money and distributing goods.

With the busyness, the time soon came to noon.

"Everyone, it's almost time! We have to go!" Although the crowd in front of the carriage was no longer as crowded as it was at the beginning, many villagers from nearby villages were still coming here one after another.

However, Thomas and the others had a mission and could not be here for too long, so they stopped selling goods.

"My lord, will your caravan come again in the future?" The townspeople stepped aside after hearing the words, but they also asked the question they were most concerned about.

"No, our caravan will only travel to and from Tulip City in the future, and will not stop in Black Rock Town!" Thomas answered loudly while standing on the carriage.