"Anyway, I won't agree to it …" Before Freya could finish her sentence, she saw Roman's pitiful expression and swallowed her words. "I-I'm too lazy to care about the two of you."
Brando knew that Freya was a soft-hearted person, so he had already emptied his pouch on the table. A few silver coins fell out, about four to five hundred Tor coins.
He was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that he only had so little money. He had received a small handful of low-grade gems from Ebdon's loot and sold them for a good price in Ankeze, worth tens of thousands of Tor coins. He divided the money into three parts and gave one to Roman and one to Freya for safekeeping. It was only then that he remembered that he had almost used up all the money he had to buy the Evening Primrose, Fluorescent Moss, and Black Mage materials.
These three materials could be used to create a high-grade MP potion that could stimulate the will attribute for a short period of time. It was known as the Wizard's Berserk Potion. This was already a luxury item in the game, and it was probably even more sought after in this world.
However, it was like the painting of the Fairy Princess, 'Dark Light', which was worth millions of Tor coins. It was an investment that would not yield any results in a short period of time. Especially that painting, he found that he could not get rid of it in a short period of time. He was now regretting letting The Shire handle this matter. If he had known, he would have just taken one or two gold and silver items.
Treasures with obvious characteristics like this were not easy to sell on the black market, unless he could find a more private channel. However, Brando wanted to curse. He did not have such considerations when he was a player, and players did not have to consider the feelings of NPCs.
He placed the money on the table one by one and sighed. "Looks like this is all I have. But Freya should have some."
"You, why are you dragging me into this again?" Freya almost couldn't catch her breath. She glared fiercely at Brando, but she still took out the money bag. "Damn it, all our travel expenses are in there. You, you can do whatever you want …"
There were about four thousand Tor coins in the bag that Freya threw on the table. Brando was stunned and looked at her in surprise.
It had been almost a month since they left the Dragos region. During this period of time, he, Roman, Batom, Tamar, and his son had all been taken care of by Freya. With six people, four horses, and the money to hire a carriage, Brando naturally thought that there wouldn't be much left of the travel expenses that he had given Freya. However, he didn't expect that there would be so much left!
"I didn't expect Freya to be so good at running a household," he couldn't help but think.
"You, what are you looking at?" Noticing Brando's gaze, Freya was stunned. She couldn't help but lower her head to check herself. Did she wear the wrong clothes?
"Nothing, I just feel that Freya is very virtuous. I wonder who will be lucky enough to marry such a girl in the future?" Brando looked at her and replied.
"Freya is Roman's." Roman laughed happily at the side.
The girl with a long ponytail blushed as red as the sunset. Her heart couldn't stop thumping. "What good fortune … You, what nonsense are you spouting? What nonsense are you spouting?"
She immediately glared fiercely at Roman, "And you, Roman, shut up!"
Unfortunately, Romaine had long since ignored the attack. She smiled and took out a bag of money that was as dry as Brando's. She shook the empty bag and replied, "Roman doesn't have much money."
"Damn it, where's your money!" Freya was stunned and couldn't help but ask. Previously, Brando had divided the money equally into three portions, but logically speaking, Romaine should be the one who didn't need money the most, right?
"You need money to get information, Freya. Also, I bought a storage unit and stored some wine." Roman replied logically.
"You bought a storage unit?" Freya was stunned. When?
"When Freya wasn't paying attention."
"You have to tell me this kind of thing."
Roman thought for a moment and shook his index finger mysteriously, "A merchant's little secret."
"Secret my ass!" Freya was speechless for a moment, but she also knew that Roman was like this. She couldn't continue the conversation for a while.
"Little Roman, you stored wine and not food?" Brando asked.
"Yes, Brando. It's mainly gin and pine liqueur." Romaine nodded.
Brando carefully looked at the clean face in front of him. The Roman also looked at him with bright eyes. The girl's eyes always seemed to be filled with curiosity.
"You knew that the war would end in July?" The young man couldn't help but ask.
"It was slightly later. The Roman also didn't expect the situation to take a turn for the worse. But Madara's army stopped in Dragos. I think they're looking for other prey. Didn't Brando always say that the best time to fight is on the first line? The undead commander should know this too. "
"But no matter what, the nobles will need a celebration after the war. Isn't everyone talking about it?" Romaine replied while counting on her fingers.
"How do you know all this, Roman?" Freya looked at her in disbelief.
"A merchant's little secret." Romaine's tail was wagging to the sky again.
"You're a fast learner." Brando couldn't help but reach out and flick the little Roman's forehead. The little girl covered her forehead and frowned as she complained, "Don't, don't flick it, Brando!"
But Brando thought that it might have nothing to do with learning. It was just an instinctive reaction. In any case, it was rare to see a little Roman with this kind of talent.
He then looked at the three bags of money on the table. There were less than five thousand Tor coins in total. He realized that he would need a lot of money to maintain his current identity in Bruglas, as well as to realize his plans step by step. Not to mention the construction of his territory in the future. That would be even more expensive. As the saying goes, an emperor does not lack hungry soldiers. The Retto still had a bunch of people counting on him. Brando rubbed his forehead. He realized that he had missed a very important step in his schedule. It seemed that he had to prioritize making money first.
However, he didn't expect to get the high-grade MP potion, the painting of Princess Dark Glory, and the Endless Ice Earring. Those things were either too sensitive or hard to find in the south of Grinoires.
Unless it was in the capital of Grinoires, Kurkel, the free port of Ampere Seale, White Sails, or the capital of the kingdom, Monsteros. Those places were filled with rich people. No matter what you sold in the black market, it wouldn't attract too much attention.
Brando thought for a while. The only way he could make money now, other than being a charlatan, was probably through alchemy. Of course, the benefits of the former were uncertain, but the risk of being burned at the stake was certain. That was why alchemy was more reliable. Not to mention that he had Tamar as his assistant, which made it even easier.
The nobles were all schemers. They would love to use the Tree Crystal, Graveyard Dust (Ebdon's spoils of war), and poison. The extra Evening Primrose, Black Sorcerer, and Fluorescent Moss could also be used to make MP potions, which would be highly sought after by the intermediate wizards.
With that in mind, he asked, "Roman, how much do you want? Is a hundred thousand Tor enough?"
"A hundred thousand?" Freya was shocked, "Brando, where do we have that much money?"
"I heard that Count Nakin has a lot of money in his treasury …" Brando rubbed his chin and replied.
"Y-you …" The ponytailed girl's face turned pale. Judging from Brando's behavior in Fortress Riedon, she was afraid that he would really do that.
However, Romaine did not seem to be worried at all and replied heartlessly, "A little more would be even better. Roman, you'll probably double the amount —"
"Roman, don't cause trouble. Try to persuade Brando. He's planning to …" Freya carefully looked around and did not say what she was planning to say. She was afraid that someone would hear and report it to the nobles nearby. If that happened, the three of them would not even be able to leave this inn.
"Freya, Brando can be trusted." Roman replied.
"Trust my ass!"
Freya was almost angered to death. But after thinking about it, she decided that she would not let Brando rob the nobles' treasury. The last time he escaped from Fortress Riedon was because he had no choice, but this time, he would not let it happen.
It took her a lot of effort to convince herself that she was only doing this out of righteousness and not because she was worried that Brando would be executed.
After thinking it through, she calmed down and sat down, glaring at Brando.
"Speaking of which, why did Brando bring everyone to this village so early in the morning?" She suddenly realized another problem after calming down.
The human village on the main road looked like a settlement with only 23 households and an inn. According to Brando, it was a nameless village that could not be seen on the map.
But they had been here for half the morning.
She could not help but look at Brando.
What Freya did not expect was that Brendel was starting to get impatient from waiting for her. It had been almost half an hour since he sent Batom out, but he still had not returned. Could it be that he was wrong?
But when he looked out of the inn's wooden window, it looked like this was the right place. Brando did not think that his memory had deteriorated to the point where he could not remember this place. He saw the old beech tree beside the carriage and the style of the buildings behind it. He was sure that he did not come to the wrong place.
Could it be that it was too early and that person had not moved here yet? But didn't the forums say that he was already here when the game started?
He could not help but frown.
Then he finally saw a flash of red appear at the corner of the street. It was Batom's red beard.
Brando raised his eyebrows.
Today's fourth update has reached 15,000 words. The next chapter is going to be a 5,000-word chapter. Celebrating the First Flight of the Fourth Generation has reached 20,000 words. As expected, I have not let down the country and the people.
For the sake of Dang Guo, let's give him some support, brothers.)
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