When the carriage entered the City of Glow, the surroundings suddenly became noisy.
Yorko could not help but lift the curtain and look out. He saw all kinds of shops on both sides of the road. Some of them had set up awnings in front of their doors and placed tables and chairs for people to rest, while others directly spread their goods on the ground and stood on the side of the street, shouting loudly. The whole long street was no different from a market.
For a moment, he felt as if he had come to Eagle City, the town that had evolved from a market.
Oh, no, Eagle City had been burned down by the Queen of Clearwater, and the tall and majestic buildings in the distance also showed that the scale of the city was quite extraordinary.
"What do you think of King's City of the Kingdom of Dawn?" A lazy woman's voice came from behind him.
"It's indeed a city of merchants. Even the main road of the city can be openly hawked by peddlers. If it were in Graycastle, it would have been swept clean by the patrols," Yorko exclaimed. "I'm afraid that only the Fjords can compare with you."
"The Fjords?" The woman said disdainfully, "They're just a group of carpetbaggers. They just transport goods from all over the world to scarce places and sell them back and forth to earn the difference in price. There are very few goods to sell on the island. After thinking about it, only salted fish can be sold for some money. "
"Of course, you're the best merchant." Yorko smiled and retracted his neck.
"You're not bad either." She smiled and put her hand on his shoulder. "My Mr. Ambassador."
She was a noble merchant Yorko had met in a border city of the Kingdom of Dawn. Unlike Graycastle, a merchant's wealth could even be used as a title in the Kingdom of Dawn. Most nobles were merchants, and the status of a noble merchant was comparable to that of the upper nobles. At the same time, the Kingdom of Dawn was also a big producer. Not only was it rich in agricultural products, but its textile raw materials and finished products were also exported to the three countries. Before setting off, Yorko had crammed a lot of knowledge on the history and customs of the neighboring countries. Playing dumb could win a woman's satisfaction, but no one liked an idiot who knew nothing.
The merchant's name was Denise Payton. Although she was 35 or 36 years old, her skin was still very well-maintained, smooth and elastic. Her light brown hair was tied up on top of her head, and one strand of it was deliberately dyed purple. It looked quite weird at first, but after getting used to it, he unexpectedly found it not bad. As a noblewoman who was traveling far away and had no one to look after her, she was naturally interested in having fun.
It only took Yorko two days to have a pleasant conversation with her, and then he won her favor with a bottle of perfume. After the pleasure, the two of them were completely stuck together. Not only did they travel side by side, but Denise also pulled him into her luxurious carriage.
"By the way, what's the most popular business in the City of Glow?"
"What, you want to join in too?"
"Entrusted by my old friend... No, by the respected King Wimbledon, I may have to stay here for a long time, ten or twenty years," Yorko said in a relaxed manner. "Since this is a city of merchants, I can't be exempt from the customs. Just like what you said, I have to follow the customs."
"Good nobles are good merchants," Denise added.
"That's right, good nobles are good merchants." Yorko clapped his hands and laughed. "In Graycastle, an ambassador is equivalent to an earl. How can I live up to this title if I can't do business?"
"You're right," she whispered in Yorko's ear. "There are two kinds of things that sell well in the king's city. The first kind is practical goods, which can be used most of the time, but of course, can't be too common. For example, crystal glasses, silver mirrors, perfumes, high-quality fabrics and fabrics. The other kind is novelty goods, which have no standard price. It all depends on whether the buyer likes them or not. Every weekend, a similar trade show will be held in the city, and the entry requirements are different according to the level of the show. "
"It sounds interesting!" Yorko's eyes lit up.
"It's really interesting. If I didn't see it, I wouldn't have known there were such things in the world. If you're interested, I can take you to visit the top exhibitions. But recently, there's a business that surpasses the two. "Denise paused for a moment to whet his appetite, and then said," The slave trade. "
"Slave?" He was stunned. "It's not a rare thing."
"That's why I said recently," the female merchant explained. "A business without capital is always the most popular. You should know the news that the Kingdom of Wolfheart has been conquered by the church, right? Thousands of refugees are pouring in from there. As long as you give them some food, you can get a batch of them. You won't lose anything by selling them anywhere. Now many merchants in the City of Glow have gone to the border, rushing to make a fortune before the refugee tide ends. After all, this business will be over when the war subsides. "
"But you're going to the border of Graycastle."
"I don't like the feeling of buying and selling people..." Denise shrugged. "Especially women."
"Then don't think about it." Yorko put his arms around her and said, "A business without capital doesn't mean it's risk-free. When those refugees become mobs, the slave merchants will have a headache."
"It seems that you know something about business," she said with her hand covering her mouth.
At this moment, the coachman's voice came from the front of the carriage. "Madam, we've arrived at the palace area."
"Let's say goodbye here." Yorko kissed her fiercely. "The time on the road is so sweet and short. I'll remember it."
"Don't you want to come to my mansion?" Denise asked with a seductive look.
"I have official business to attend to, so I won't waste your time."
Of course, the answer was no. She was a married man. Now that he was in her territory, how could he go to her mansion as a guest? If the Patriarch found out, it would be strange if he didn't get beaten half to death. Yorko hurriedly jumped off the carriage and waved to her. "I think we'll have a chance to meet again."
"I think so too." She raised her eyebrows. "Maybe the next time we meet will be faster than you can imagine."
"What?"
He closed the curtain and left with a smile.
"The title of Devil Hand is indeed well-deserved." Hill Fawkes walked to Yorko's side and sighed when the envoy delegation behind the caravan approached Yorko after he got off the carriage. "What did you talk to her about these days?"
Hill Fawkes was a personal guard arranged by His Majesty. It was said that Hill Fawkes had made many contributions to His Majesty, although he did not look like he could fight at all. "What else can I talk about with a merchant? Of course, it's business."
In fact, even business was just a primer for him to start a conversation. Catering to her interest was the best way to quickly shorten the distance between them. Whether it was through words or gifts, he could always scratch the most itchy spot of a woman.
"What are you going to do next?"
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