Early in the morning, when a caravan of more than sixty carriages approached the south gate, Morrisons came out of a roadside bar to greet them. He reeked of alcohol and his eyes were red. It seemed that he hadn't slept all night.
"Morrisons University, you're a man of your word." Justin poked his head out of a carriage and smiled.
"Nonsense! Who do you think I am?! "The Morrisons University representative said casually. He looked around and said," So many carriages? Your caravan is quite large. "
"Haha … It's not bad in Ninth Town." Justin laughed. "But it's not good outside. It's a second-rate caravan at best."
"Don't be modest. I've heard of Morgan & Co. If Morgan & Co. is only a second-rate caravan, then there aren't many first-rate caravans on the continent." Morrisons stepped into the carriage. "But I heard that Dismark is jealous of Morgan & Co. He ordered to confiscate all the property of Morgan & Co. Is it true?"
"Well …" Justin hesitated and smiled bitterly. "My lord, this is an internal matter of our caravan. I … I can't talk about it outside."
"I see, I see." Morrisons laughed and changed the topic. "What are you transporting this time?"
"Food and clothes." Justin said seriously, "The vampires invaded the Beitman on a large scale. I don't know how many people they killed and how many villages they destroyed! Alas … a large number of refugees gathered in West Town. Castellan Winston ordered to buy food and clothes at a high price to solve the problems of the refugees. Haha, this is the Castellan's call. As merchants, of course, we have to support him. "
"Aren't you going to send the goods to Twelfth Town?"
"Yes, these goods are only prepared by one of our branches. Many other branches are also buying food and clothes. Twelfth Town is our rendezvous point. After the goods are sent there, we don't have to worry about it. Someone will take care of the goods to West Town."
"If only the merchants on the continent were as righteous as you!" Morrisons sighed.
"Many people look down on businessmen. They think that businessmen are all about profit." Justin showed a helpless expression. "Actually, they are too one-sided. Our job is to buy low and sell high, and earn the price difference. If we don't seek profits, then what do we eat and drink? If we starve to death, will anyone pity us? "
"Yes, yes …" Morrisons replied casually.
"They don't know the pain of merchants! Waking up early and sleeping late, constantly rushing about, not to mention the hard work, you have to endure all kinds of pressure and threats. " Justin smiled bitterly and said, "My Lord, you also know how chaotic this continent is. Our caravans sometimes have to pass through the territories of several lords in succession. If there is any accident, it will lead to disastrous consequences. No matter where we go, there must be a big shot to receive and take care of us. Otherwise, our belongings will be confiscated and our guards will be killed. This kind of thing happens all the time. Who can we go to?"
"Hearing you say that … I'm suddenly a little worried." Morrisons lifted the curtain and looked outside. "The caravan is too long. I'm afraid I can't take care of everyone. How about this, I'll go find a few more people."
"My Lord, what are you worried about?" Justin smiled. "You only need to escort us to Merlin Village. That place is under the jurisdiction of Ninth Town. Within the range of Riptide's control, who dares to trouble you?"
"That … is fine." Moxinke shrugged his shoulders. His expression looked normal, but he was cursing Justin in his heart. "What a bully!" He thought to himself.
There was a skill in cursing. At least, one had to choose the weak points to attack. For example, if one cursed Han Jin as an ugly monster or Morrisons as a dwarf, would the people who were cursed be angry? Impossible. On the contrary, they would think that the person who cursed was mentally ill.
After Morrisons told Han Jin and Sunier what happened that night, it was no surprise that everyone laughed. The merchant did not look for anyone else but Morrisons. He also intentionally or unintentionally discouraged Morrisons from seeking help from his companions. His intention was obvious. He thought that Morrisons was the most stupid and gullible.
Now, Morrisons was trying to prove that Han Jin and the others were wrong, but the result was unacceptable. Therefore, Morrisons was now very angry. The consequences were very serious!
The caravan was approaching the sentry post at the entrance of the town. The shouts of the soldiers came from outside. Justin smiled. "My Lord, it's time for inspection. Let's go out and have a look, lest those Knight find fault with us."
"Okay." Morrisons answered in a low muffled voice. He lifted the curtain and stood on the shaft of the carriage. He looked forward and shouted, "Who's in charge here today?"
"Ah … it's the people from Morrisons University!" A few Knight hurriedly greeted him. "Why are you here, my Lord?"
When Léger killed his way into the camp, Morrisons had been fighting by Léger's side. In the eyes of the Knight, Morrisons was very close to Léger's Young Marshal. Even the high-ranking officers personally promoted by Léger would not dare to be rude to Morrisons, let alone a small Knight in charge of guarding the entrance of the town.
"I've accepted a business. I'm going to escort this caravan to Merlin Village." Morrisons said, "You better hurry up. Don't dawdle. I still have to rush back today."
"Open the sentry post!" One of the Knight shouted. He then smiled at Morrisons. "My Lord, you can go now."
"You're done with the inspection?" Morrisons was surprised. He then shook his head and said, "Do what you want. It's your right and your responsibility. Don't cause any trouble because of me. It's not good for me or you."
"My Lord, there are dozens of carriages here. How many people do we have? How long will it take? "The Knight laughed." In this kind of situation, we can just check one or two carriages. "
"I see …" Morrisons paused. "You guys, go to the little widow's place tonight. I'll pay for all the drinks and entertainment. Don't tell me you don't know which little widow it is!"
"How is that possible? Haha … "The Knight laughed together.
The sentry post in front of them was opened. The caravan slowly drove out of Ninth Town. Justin sighed. "My Lord, you're so courageous. Usually, they'd have to stay in the caravan for hours!"
"Is the hundred gold coins worth it?" Morrisons suddenly asked.
"Yes, it's worth it!" Justin laughed. Maybe it was because he looked down on Morrisons that he didn't even notice the double meaning in his words.
Morrisons realized that he was losing his cool. He laughed a few times to cover up his mistake. It was not his fault. No one wanted to be fooled by others. He already had a lot of self-control by not pulling out his greatsword.
When the caravan disappeared into the distance, several figures suddenly appeared near the sentry post. Léger, Han Jin, and Sunier had all arrived.
"Young Marshal, we checked the four carriages as fast as we could. There was only food and clothes in the carriages. There was nothing else." A Knight said respectfully.
"Are you sure?" Léger frowned slightly.
"Yes, Young Marshal." The Knight nodded. "The food in the carriages, the coachman, and the guards all looked normal."
"I think there must be something wrong." Han Jin said in a low voice. "How much can a whole carriage of food be sold for? How much can ten carriages of food be sold for? Hiring Morrisons with a hundred gold coins … It's too extravagant! "
"But what's the problem?" Sunier asked.
"How about … we follow them? I'm worried about Morrisons." Léger said.
Everyone looked at each other. As the Young Marshal, Léger did not have the steadiness and the big picture that a Young Marshal should have. He was not interested in military affairs. Whenever Lang Ning came to him to ask for instructions, he always let Lang Ning make the decision himself. However, he was very curious about Morrisons. Just like now, he even suggested that everyone follow them. As the uncrowned king of the Ninth Town, should he stay in the town and take charge of military affairs, or should he go out and monitor a suspicious caravan? This was not a difficult question. Many people could give the right answer.
"You should stay here. We'll go," Sunier said.
"Don't forget my profession. No one is more suitable than me."
Han Jin and Sunier looked at each other and did not know what to say. Indeed, no one was more suitable than Léger to monitor the caravan. But how should they explain it to Lang Ning?
Soon, Moxinke and Justin became close to each other. One of them was silly, while the other was trying to make friends with him. There was no danger along the way. Even if there were bandits eyeing the food and clothes, they would not go to Riptide's territory to cause trouble. That would be just asking for death.
However, the two men had completely different feelings. One hated that time passed too fast, while the other hated that time passed too slowly. Finally, just before Morrisons was about to go berserk, the caravan finally arrived at Merlin Village.
"It's such a pleasure to chat with you." Justin looked out and smiled. "It's a pity that we're going to break up.
Morrisons looked at Justin lazily and thought to himself, "Boy, you're saved for now! You know what?! "
"Here's your commission. Please check it."
"Is there anything else for me?" Morrisons weighed the money bag in his hand. "Can I go now?"
"Of course. I hope we can work together again next time."
Morrisons was a little disappointed. He had already alerted Han Jin and Léger. After causing such a big commotion, it ended just like that? Something was wrong!
Justin was about to leave when he noticed Morrisons' strange expression. He turned around and asked, "Is there anything else?"
"Nothing, nothing." Morrisons laughed. "I just feel that … money is easy to earn." He glanced around and found a familiar-shaped jade pendant on Justin's waist. He hurriedly shifted his gaze elsewhere.
"Haha, with your status, it's easy for you to do anything." Justin laughed.
(I wanted to say something two days ago. I thought I could barely get over it. But today, I can't get over it. Liars are not human! I don't know what's wrong with this place, but there's been a power outage for four consecutive days. Today was the worst. I waited until 8 PM when the electricity finally came back. My machine didn't even pass the power check before the power went out again. I had a good temper, but I couldn't help but jump to the window. Ignoring the threat of pharyngitis, I yelled a dozen times. Then, I found my clothes, put them on, and went downstairs. There were already many people gathered downstairs. The power outage was torturous. Children couldn't do their homework or watch TV. Adults couldn't take a shower. The things in the fridge were melting. The fans and air conditioners were just decorations. It was also a rare hot day. Those were all parents who couldn't take it anymore. It was a mass incident! At that time, I was invigorated. I ran around the crowd and tried my best to persuade everyone to call the power supply bureau, the electricity bureau, and even the mayor's hotline. I almost organized everyone to set up roadblocks. Of course, this was a matter of principle. I knew the severity of it. How should I put it? Anyway, the municipal facilities and style of work in the north can't compare to the south. But compared to some of the special districts in Shanxi that have already entered a slave society, it can still be proud. I messed around until 10 PM when the electricity finally came back. But in the end, something happened. An Internet cafe owner beat up a maintenance worker from the electricity bureau. I've opened an Internet cafe before, so I know how painful it is. I sympathize. I will finish the two chapters today no matter what. Tomorrow's update won't be delayed either. It's just that it will be delayed. Please forgive me.)
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