After visiting the steam engine, Roland and Margaery returned to the castle office and continued to discuss the details of the trade contract. If this kind of negotiation involved bargaining, it was common for the two sides to argue for a day or two, so generally, the Minister of Finance would be responsible for the negotiation, while the Lord only needed to state the quantity and the bottom line. However, since the other side had already finalized the price, Roland could save a lot of effort.
"I expect that the next time I come, it will be a month later, and at that time, three single-masted ships full of saltpeter will arrive with me." The female merchant quickly wrote on the parchment, "Calculated at 90% of the market price, it is worth about 315 Golden Dragon."
"At that time, the town will be able to produce almost two steam engines," Roland deliberately lowered the number, "which is a thousand Golden Dragon. You can use the Golden Dragon to make up the difference, or you can use other goods to replace it."
"What kind of goods do you need?"
"Iron, copper, lead, and green vitriol," he said, "They are all common minerals. But for the first three, I don't need ore, but smelted metal ingots. In addition, I also need ten sets of crystal glassware, as for whether or not it is carved, whether it is a kettle or a wine cup, it doesn't matter, but it must be the best products produced by the King's City's alchemy workshop. If the price exceeds the difference, I can make up for it or deduct it from the next month's cost of the two steam engines. "
"You think of me as your exclusive merchant," Margaery chuckled, "Although I don't operate a mine, I know a few people in the same trade who specialize in ore trading. It's just that I never expected that such a desolate border could contain such a huge business opportunity. There are only a few nobles living here, but we have to consume a lot of saltpeter; this town was originally built for the North Slope Mine, but we still have to buy minerals from outside. This is simply not in line with my business common sense, Your Royal Highness, your territory is incredible. "
One of the major characteristics of industrial production was to swallow a large number of raw materials and export the finished products. Roland spread his hands. "The town will ask for more in the future. I think we can reach a long-term agreement."
At this moment, Margaery's eyes suddenly widened, and she looked behind Roland in surprise. The latter was stunned, and subconsciously turned his head, only to see a drenched Lightning clinging to the floor-to-ceiling window, her hands clutching the glass, her face full of panic. Her face was pale, and her hair stuck to her forehead, with water droplets constantly dripping down from her hair, as if she had just been fished out of the water.
Roland quickly got up and opened the window. After Lightning flew into the room, she threw herself into Roland's arms. Her panicked expression immediately relaxed, and her body softened as she fainted.
"Nightingale, quickly call Nana." He anxiously said.
"Yes." A reply came from the empty side.
What was going on? She shouldn't have encountered demonic beasts or demons in the air. Could it be that the other party also had the ability to fly? Roland roughly examined Lightning's body. When he found that there were no obvious injuries, he was slightly relieved.
"Your Royal Highness, she … is she the Lightning you mentioned?" Margaery covered her mouth, slowly approached the Prince, and carefully looked at the little girl in his arms.
Roland's heart thumped. Damn, how could I forget her? He shouted towards the door: "Sean!"
The guard answered and entered the office.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Margaery, I can only ask you to stay here for a while." The Prince stood up with Lightning in his arms. "Take this King's City merchant to the guest room on the first floor. Without my order, don't let her out."
"Yes!"
"What? No, Your Royal Highness … please wait. "She suddenly realized." I have no malice towards witches, not to mention that she is Thunder's daughter. I will not go to the Church. "
"I'm just in case," Roland interrupted. "Later, I will come to you to verify."
…
"Your Royal Highness, she woke up." Nightingale opened the door and said.
Roland nodded and followed Nightingale into the bedroom. The bucket next to the bed was still steaming, and the soaked clothes were casually hanging on the edge of the bucket. A group of witches surrounded the bed. Vendy was sitting on the edge of the bed, gently combing the little girl's still wet hair. Lightning's previously pale face was now a little rosy. She reclined on two pillows, the quilt was pulled up high, and only half of her head was exposed. Her eyes were staring straight at Roland.
"How is the situation?"
"She's not injured. She's in a coma due to the exhaustion of her magic," Nightingale replied. "Vendy helped her wash her body and carried her into the quilt. She woke up not long after."
He walked to the bed and smiled at Lightning. "What happened? Why did you fly back in a panic in the rain? "
"I found the ruins," she muttered in a low voice. "But there are demons inside."
This sentence made everyone's complexion change.
"Did you go inside?" Scroll asked.
"No," Lightning shook her head and told them what had happened. "The demons were guarding the basement door, and there were people inside calling for help. But I was too scared, and only thought about running away. I didn't think of a way to save her. "She shrunk her head into the quilt." Am I not qualified to be an explorer? "
"No, you did a good job," Roland comforted her. "A good explorer knows how to judge the situation, and won't deliberately put themselves in danger. You couldn't save her by yourself, so running away was the right choice."
"Is there a witch in the stone tower?" Vendy pondered. "Except for witches, no one can reach the depths of the Concealing Forest."
"Witches also won't go there," Scroll shook her head. "It's a ruin from four hundred and fifty years ago. If you don't have a map to guide you, finding the location of the stone tower in the vast forest is as difficult as ascending to heaven. Unless … "
"Unless what?" Roland asked.
"Unless someone has been living there," Scroll slowly said.
"You mean that they didn't set out from the kingdom, but from four hundred and fifty years ago, they have been continuing their descendants there, living in isolation?" The Prince rejected this speculation in his heart. Living in the virgin forest, what kind of concept was that! Elusive beasts, all kinds of terrible insects and poisons, without a stable source of food … even Bear Grylls couldn't live in the forest for a long time. What's more, this world also had several months of snowy winter, coupled with demonic beasts and demons running amok, settling in the Concealing Forest was simply suicidal. He looked at Lightning. "Are there any signs of human habitation near the ruins?"
"No." The little girl shook her head.
"Maybe there is more than one map," Soroya said. "Maybe there are people like us, also looking for the whereabouts of Taquila."
"No matter what, we can't help them," Leaf sighed. "Except for Lightning, no one can quickly go to the stone tower."
"I'm afraid we won't know the real situation until we go there," Roland touched his chin. "In short, it's good to be able to come back safe and sound. Tonight's classes will be stopped for a day, everyone should have a good rest. When the time comes, the puzzle will naturally be solved. "
Leaving Lightning's bedroom, he said to Nightingale, "Next, we still have a problem to solve."
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