While the battle in Turise Castle was raging, Duke of Connaught, Muxilon.
A caravan was trying to enter the town.
The caravan was carrying a black skull flag. Several carriages were escorting many exquisite nobles' items and magic gems from the Empire. Two coachmen in plain clothes were driving the carriages, carrying a large number of weapons. A tall, ruffian-like guard and two half-elves in grey robes with composite bows on their backs were guarding a luxuriously decorated carriage.
The high walls of Muxilon were like a symbol of the end of the world. The walls were tens of meters tall and had no end in sight. All that was left was endless shock and oppression.
The flood a year ago had dealt a devastating blow to the Dukedom of Connaught. Even though the Lake Fairy's flood couldn't break through the high walls of Muxilon, it was a complete mess outside the walls of Muxilon. Piles of ruins, debris, and piles of tombs indicated that Muxilon had lost its former prosperity.
Of course, the caravan was stopped. "Who are you? Please show me your documents or reports. "
"We are from Marlinburg. We are Baron Har- Harris's trading partners. Take this and tell him that the goods he wants are here!" A large, fat hand stretched out from the carriage. The hand was covered with all kinds of gold and silver jewelry. His voice was very dull and out of shape. A document was thrown at the guard's face. "Take a look! Idiot! "
Judging from the hand, the owner of the hand weighed more than two hundred and fifty pounds.
The guard took the document. As expected, the document was stamped with the Von Kastein family's coat of arms. "Please wait a moment. I will report to Baron Har- Harris immediately!"
"Hmph!" An impatient snort came from the carriage. At the same time, the guard could faintly hear a woman's strange voice.
A guard went in. A low-level vampire guard was still vigilant against the caravan. He carefully observed the strange caravan. There were two coachmen in plain clothes but carrying a large number of weapons. A blond guard with a full set of armor wielding a sword and shield. There were two half-elven archers in grey robes. There was a steady and cautious butler with a beret and a goatee.
The coachman had a roguish and vigilant look on his face. The golden-haired guard was like a gangster, but he looked a little nervous. The butler just frowned and didn't say a word.
The curtains of the carriage were pulled open, and a huge fat body was piled up in the middle of the carriage like a small mountain. His fat face had a thick beard, and his small eyes were squeezed into a slit by his fat. A pair of small round glasses flashed with a terrifying light. His smile was full of evil, as if he could steal any mortal's money.
His left arm was hugging a beautiful woman. This woman looked very sweet, with a head of long, dark brown hair that draped over her shoulders. Her makeup was especially bold, and she exuded a seductive charm. She was half-leaning into the fat merchant's embrace, feeding him grapes. The woman was only wearing a low-cut, shoulder-length short-sleeved dress. The fat merchant's hand directly reached into her chest and kept rubbing it. This woman's face was full of indulgence, and she even deliberately made a lot of noise.
She was definitely a prostitute! Moreover, it was the kind that was taken care of! The guard thought, unwilling to give up.
There was another woman in the carriage. She had long, shiny black hair and a mole beside her slender eyes. However, she had an incredibly ugly aquiline nose. Perhaps because of that, she looked as if she hated the world, as if everyone owed her 500 crowns.
She should be a maid, the guard thought. She has a nice figure, but she's too ugly.
After a while, a Vampire Lord appeared. He had a pale face and a hairless head. Seeing the fat merchant in front of him, he said in disbelief, "Hoffler? I can't believe you've changed so much in just a few years. I can't recognize you anymore. "
"I've become stronger and fatter, my friend. Also, I'm no longer Hoffler. I'm Gabo Newell, a harmless merchant who built his empire from scratch." The fat merchant looked like a spoiled brat. He rubbed his hand hard, causing the woman beside him to tear up from the pain. Only then did he take his hand out of her collar. "I'm here to deliver the goods."
"Goods? How many years has it been since our last transaction? Five? Six? " The Vampire Lord was quite vigilant. He looked at the fat merchant in front of him suspiciously. "Are you really Hoffman? I don't think so. "
"Seven years and eight months. Also, please, I'm Gabo now. Gabo Newell! Also, do you know how hard it is to get the things the Von Kastein Family wants? Where am I supposed to get so much at once? The Empire has been investigating all sorts of luxury goods and magic ores ever since Karl-franz ascended to the throne. If I get my hands on more than that, I'll be on the hanging list this month! " Gabe Newell said impatiently as he extended his chubby hand and pointed his thick finger at Lord Hal.
"Then how did you get so many now?" The Vampire Lord was still a little skeptical.
"It took me years to save up. A few batches of goods go out of my hands every year, and I secretly keep a little, saying that it's a waste of transportation. It took me years to get the amount you want! That old miser Schultz has to search for half a day every time. Is this how you treat him? "The fat merchant chattered on.
The Vampire Lord thought for a moment. Indeed, after the new Grand Duke of Marlin Castle, Schultz, took office, the vampires hiding in the upper levels of Marlin Castle were in trouble. Schultz could easily distinguish vampires, and once he caught one, he would kill a whole group of them. The trade network that the vampires had spent hundreds of years building was severely damaged. The merchant in front of him was one of the few merchants who had escaped capture.
"Alright, let me in, right?" The fat merchant looked very calm, but he was a little impatient.
The vampire lord was about to give the order to let him in when he suddenly felt that the man with the goatee and butler costume was a little strange. He looked to be about forty years old. He lowered his head, and his eyes were full of caution and calmness. So the vampire lord continued to ask, "That's not right. Where's your talkative accountant? I don't remember your butler looking like this. "
"That little bastard? Ah! Don't mention him to me. I secretly intercepted some goods and wanted to trade with you. In the end, that little bastard copied me and stole my goods. I killed him. Now, I have replaced him with an honest and calm one. He's slow in accounting, but he's dependable, "Gabe Newell explained.
"What about your former lover, Kayla?" Vampire Lord Hal was still in disbelief.
"My Lady of Wealth! That was so many years ago, "the fat merchant said. The fat merchant yelled, "Later, when I got rich, I accidentally broke her spine when I was drunk. I even spent a few silver coins to cremate her. That was a lot of money. Just thinking about it makes my heart ache!"
These living people are a bunch of stupid pigs, the vampire lord thought. His suspicions were finally gone.
"Alright, you continue to doubt me. How many people do you think are willing to risk being burned at the stake to trade with you?" The fat merchant from Marlinburg, Gabe Newell, gave Hal a thumbs up and then smiled devilishly. "Now you believe it's me, right?"
"Last question. How many times have we traded?" Hal nodded. The vampire lord was starting to believe him.
"More than two, but less than four." Gabe Newell looked confused. He gestured with his fingers for a long time, and finally gave a strange answer.
"Alright, my friend, Gabe Newell. Welcome to Muxilon. Guards, let him in." The vampire lord was finally relieved. He had a deep impression of the man in front of him.
This rich second-generation merchant did not know how to count to three.
On the way into the city, the vampire lord looked at two half-elves in gray robes and said to Gabe Newell, "You can actually hire half-elves. That's rare. Can you get them to sell me some blood? The price is negotiable. "
"Half-elves are not difficult to hire, my friend," Gabe Newell said. "Many people are willing to fight, as long as the price is right. Half-elves also need money and food. The High Elves don't like them, and humans treat them as mutants." Gabe Newell's voice seemed to be distorted due to the weight of his fat on his vocal cords.
Hearing this, the two Half-elves revealed an uncomfortable expression. "Our employment contract doesn't have such a rule, sir."
"Yes, yes, we have to abide by the contract, my friend, Hal Harris." Gabe Newell spread his hands helplessly. "Or you can negotiate the price with them? I'll just take 30%. After all, I'm not a miser. "
Stingy! Vampires! Both the vampire lord and the half-elves had the same expression on their faces.
With the vampire lord's permission, the caravan finally entered the city of Muxilon. The city adopted a strict approach to entry and exit. The crowded streets and dirty corners of the city were everywhere. There were taverns, pharmacies, bookstores, and a large number of places to seek pleasure. The places that provided the flesh trade were even exposed to the light of day. The shops sold all kinds of forbidden books, cult ornaments, poisons, and assassination equipment. There was a strange sense of harmony in this depraved environment.
The caravan arrived at the inner castle of Muxilon. In front of Merovin Castle, the undead guards and vampires appeared from the shadows and counted the goods. They took out a large amount of real money to pay for the goods. "You came at a bad time," Hal said expressionlessly. "We are fighting with Bordero at the frontline. The Blood Duke and his army have left the city. I will be leaving soon. Do whatever you want."
"Hey, I don't plan to leave so soon. I want to hold an event called the Steam Summer Special." The fat merchant stretched out his fat hand and gave a thumbs-up. "I will stay here for two more days."
"Steam Summer Special?" Hal opened the heavy wooden box. There were many precious magic ores and luxuries of the Empire's nobles. The vampire lord stretched out his pale hand and grabbed a glass inlaid with gems. He nodded with satisfaction. "Our trade contract is still in effect, right?"
The vampires of the Von Karstein family loved the luxuries of the Empire's nobles. They bought as much as they could.
"Yes, it will always be in effect, provided that I am still alive." Gabe Newell smiled.
"As long as you supply us for a long time, not only will you be alive, but you will also live a good life. If one day you feel that your life is coming to an end, we can help you." Hal put his pale face close to Gabe Newell's fat face. He then signaled his men to put away the goods. "I hope you won't take so long next time."
"I will try."
The goods in the carriage were all unloaded. The vampires' gold and silver quickly filled the Marimburg merchant's carriage. The Marimburg merchant's carriage then turned around and drove towards Muxilon's street.
Hal was still counting the goods when young Matthew Bard appeared. The young knight looked at Hal's things and asked, "Where did these come from?"
"Marimburg, my trading partner. The Von Karstein family's business is none of your business, young man." Hal didn't even turn around. If it wasn't for the fact that Man Frey and Akhan were working together, he wouldn't have even bothered with the young knight.
Matthew Bard wanted to kill the vampire lord in front of him, but he knew he couldn't do it. At most, he would only see a cloud of black smoke or see him turn into countless bats. He was about to continue asking about the origin of the caravan when Lich King Akhan walked out of Merovin Castle with his staff burning with green flames. "My godson, get ready. We are about to move on to the next plan."
"Yes, my Godfather." Matthew Bard could only glare at Hal fiercely before turning around and leaving with Akhan.
… …
Relying on a transaction, the fat merchant earned a huge profit. He booked two small rooms and a large room with a courtyard in the hotel. The hotel owner and his staff took a lot of gold and began to prepare a sumptuous dinner.
The hotel was a large two-story wooden house with a small courtyard and high walls. After the caravan entered the hotel, they immediately locked the door. After making sure that no one was following or watching them, the fat merchant and everyone in the caravan began to put down their luggage and parcels and parked their carts in the courtyard.
Gabe Newell took out a bottle of water and wiped it on his face. "Sneaking in is harder than I thought. I think the vampire is already suspicious of me. Emilia said that the mask is effective for three days. We have to complete the mission within three days."
The woman in the sleeveless dress covered her chest with tears in her eyes. She angrily pinched Gabe Newell's waist.
"Damn it! Laing, you bastard, you pinched me! "
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