A crown fell on the table. On the front of the crown was a picture of Brittany's national flower, the iris flower. On the back was a picture of the first Knight King, Arthur, with his date of birth and death written on it.
"I have to say, Sir Laing, you really don't have much talent for this game." A merchant with an oily face and bright eyes sat across from Laing. There was red wine and a handful of crowns on the table. "It's just as you said."
"… You're right, Oliver. I really don't have any talent for this game." Laing looked enviously at the 'tower' Oliver erected with nine crowns. Then, he smiled and gave up. "Alright, I admit defeat."
The tower of crowns was overthrown.
Even though Laing had a smile on his face, Oliver could clearly feel that Laing was a little unhappy about losing to him. The famous merchant wisely changed the topic. "King Belega's trading post is already under construction. Count, our merchant guild has already taken the best spot in the post. Duke Hagen has also allowed us to trade freely and unify the tariffs. Now, it seems that Gisoleiox has also joined our alliance."
"Very good." Laing nodded. He lowered his head and remained silent. Oliver cleverly stopped talking. The slightly plump merchant naturally knew how powerful this man in his thirties was in this country and even in the Old World.
When his business caravan arrived at Mideng Land, Boris Todbringer, the Kurfürst of White Wolf, and Emil Wager, the Pope of White Wolf, actually met him in person. Oliver was not stupid enough to think that he was qualified to be received by these two people who were powerful even in the Imperium as a great merchant.
Unless he was an important guest of the high elves or an emissary of the high dwarven king, it was already the highest level of reception for a merchant to meet the company commander of the White Wolf Knights.
They even had dinner together. Even though the dinner wasn't to his liking, Oliver didn't run into any trouble with the stubborn nobles of Midden after that.
After thinking for a long time, Laing looked up and stared at Oliver, who was patiently waiting for his answer. "My dear Oliver, you don't feel uncomfortable, do you? The trading post we worked so hard to build has to be given to Duke Hagen's ignorant subordinates. We even have to share the profits. "
"It's not a good choice to keep everything to yourself, my count," Oliver said with understanding. Oliver expressed his understanding. "I think you understand this better than I do. Everyone earns money together, and everyone bears the risks together. When you encounter a problem, these people who earn money together will naturally lend a helping hand. At this time, an invisible alliance is formed."
"More importantly, both Duke Hagen and Duke Fuquard will owe me a favor." Laing stood up and gestured for Oliver to come out with him. "Are you interested in going out for a walk? Oliver? "
"Of course, as long as you want," Oliver said with a smile.
Laing was a nostalgic person. Oliver already had a very good relationship with him before he became famous. Oliver naturally put in all his effort to maintain the relationship. It was not without reason that he could become one of the richest merchants in the Old World.
"Eh? Mr. Oliver, you're here? Welcome. " As soon as the two of them left the room, a mature and beautiful figure blocked their way. She was wiping her long golden curly hair with a towel. Her dark green leggings accentuated her long and slender legs. Her high-collared knight attire, golden braided belt, and black leather boots made her look very heroic. Her swan-like slender neck was full of delicate skin that could be broken by the wind.
"Oh! Of course, Madam Suria. "Oliver was obviously a little reserved when he saw the newcomer. He quickly bowed." You look very beautiful today. "
It was a well-known fact in the count's territory that compared to the count himself, his wife was even more untouchable. Suria had a charming smile on her face as she calmly dealt with her opponents. Laing often went out to war, so most of the internal affairs were managed by Suria. She did indeed manage it well. Now, she only lacked a successor.
"Thank you, Oliver. Thank you … Laing, are you going out?" Suria had just finished her daily riding and swordsmanship practice. The female knight went to take a bath and changed into a new set of clothes. When she came out, she saw the two who were about to go out. The countess was a little curious. "Where are you going in this cold weather?"
"I have something to discuss with Oliver. Sulia, you should come along as well." Laing smiled and held his wife's small hand. "Let Oliver and his family come too. We can go out and find a place to have a picnic."
"A picnic? Of course, it's good. But where should we go?" Suria said gently. "We can't let Mr. Oliver and his wife and children wait for us to hunt in the snow, right?"
"Of course not." Laing suddenly thought of something. He smiled slyly. "Let's go to my brother's house and see what's good to eat."
"I'll listen to you, my husband."
Thus, 30 minutes later, at Anglo's house in Redfish Village.
"Oh, my brother has too many fish. We don't need so many. Let's eat some." Laing scooped up a few fish with a fishing net.
"My brother has too many vegetables. They'll get old if we don't pick them. Let's pick some." Laing picked up a big bag of vegetables.
"My brother's pig is so beautiful. Let's get one to roast suckling pig."
"My brother's radish is so beautiful!"
"Since we're already here, let's pick some more."
"Woof, woof, woof!" Anglo's two border shepherds naturally recognized Laing and Suria. They barked a few times and even ran up to Laing to rub against his trousers.
Laing and the others took the ingredients from Anglo's house and made a sumptuous lunch.
Oliver's wife was a beautiful woman in her thirties. It was said that she was Oliver's second wife. Even though she took good care of herself and didn't look old, she was completely at a disadvantage when compared to Suria. She was proud that she could participate in such a private gathering. A merchant's wife always had a low status in front of a noble's wife. When facing Suria, she smiled submissively and was more like a housekeeper.
However, this was enough for her to brag about in her circle for a few years. Laing thought. Sometimes, it was like this. Suria represented the circle of noble's wives and made all the women scramble for her. Only a few people could change their fates.
"Suria, how's the situation on your side?" Laing held a glass of orange juice at the picnic. He asked Suria casually.
Marriages in the Middle Ages were different from those in ancient times in his previous life.
His marriage to Suria was only between the two of them. After the marriage, Laing would still be a count and Suria would still be a marchioness. Their titles were independent and they had economic freedom. The female knight owned two villages in Vanford and had complete financial and administrative rights. Those two villages had nothing to do with Laing. Even though he was the marchioness' husband, he had no right to interfere with their affairs. The female knight also had a huge dowry of more than 20 thousand crowns, which had nothing to do with Laing. Suria could decide how to use it.
Similarly, if Laing didn't want to, Suria had no right to interfere with his fiefs.
It was impossible for Laing's generation to combine their titles. It would only be possible after their children were born and inherited their parents' titles.
Oliver thought to himself that this was probably why the marriages of the daughters of the Duke's first wife were usually unhappy. Marrying a daughter of the Duke's first wife meant that she had considerable financial power and autonomy. At the same time, she would also have powerful support from her family. This meant that any small conflict between husband and wife could easily cause a huge storm and eventually lead to a family war. The daughters of the Duke's first wife were not afraid of their husbands at all. Their husbands were usually the ones who were submissive.
However, this wasn't the case for Laing and Suria. They could be called a model couple. Laing maintained his powerful position and let Suria manage his fief. He also helped his wife establish her authority. Suria knew how to respect Laing's guidelines and how to debate on small matters. They enjoyed playing games between husband and wife and never got tired of it. It also allowed them to maintain a close relationship.
Holding power in his hands but not using it, instead giving it to his wife. This was the most flirtatious thing, and it was also what Oliver envied the most. He knew that if he learned from his wife, in less than two years, his wife would be able to bankrupt the entire Chamber of Commerce.
After the meal, Oliver thought that there were no outsiders here, so he said in a low voice, "But my Count, you know that the establishment of the trading post has touched someone else's cake."
"That's right, it has touched someone else's cake." Laing raised his glass and said in a low voice, "Duke Forcade of Montfort must be very unhappy about this."
"But he can't do anything because Laing saved his life." Suria's ocean-blue eyes were filled with wisdom. "This makes him feel bad, but it's good news for us."
"So, we have to involve Duke Forcade in the establishment of the trading post." Laing raised his glass of red wine, his face reflected in the bright red liquid. "Like you said, we have to learn to share, share the profits, and share the risks."
"But Duke Hagan …" Oliver was still worried.
"I'll leave this to you, Oliver. Bring the dwarves with you if necessary. The stubborn dwarves are always a headache for everyone." Laing lowered his voice. "After all, the dwarves are the biggest suppliers and the most reliable trading partners of the trading post. Their demands should be met, right? You don't have to worry too much about Duke Hagan's opinion. He's not interested in these things. You just need to gather them together and let them know that if they can't reach a reasonable agreement, the trading post can't be opened. Suria and I will support you. "
"Understood." Oliver calmed down a little with Laing's guidance. He suddenly joked, "It's too bad that Hadrian isn't involved in this big deal."
Olivier and Hadrian were now Leon's personal merchants. They were both allies and competitors. The two merchants always tried their best to fight for a share of the profits that belonged to them, but they always cooperated with each other on the outside.
"Hadrian has another important task to complete," Laing said, shaking his head. "Did you see the gold, silver, and jewelry on the shore of Bordro?"
"An astronomical number, my Count." Oliver nodded.
"Think of a way to sell it slowly and get back what we want." Laing took out a parchment that emitted a golden holy light in front of Suria and Oliver. "If everything goes well, this will be yours."
"This is?" Oliver glanced at the title on the parchment.
"The Wanderer's Trade Permit."
The signature was golden, and there was a bright light that could swallow everything flowing between the lines.
“TheEmperorOfMankind”
… I'm the section break of the signature …
"Business Is Business." In Fulgen's tent, the Emperor was looking at the many ancient saint prophecy tablets that Fulgen had collected with great interest. Through the use of psionic energy, the King of Humans seemed to have some understanding.
Fulgen wanted to read something from his beloved father's face, but the Emperor's expression was cold. It seemed that only the contents of the tablets reflected in the black eyes could arouse his interest.
The King of Humans affirmed Fulgen's achievements. Forming an alliance with the lizardmen did not seem unacceptable to the King. The King's Son geno prototype's first reaction was that both sides were enemies of chaos. They could cooperate if they had no choice.
Yes, just like Kiryman and the Spirit race Reaper, God's Chosen One, and Saint Giles and Silent King.
In Fulgen's memory, only the guy who used psionic energy to send a message under the palace and broke a hole in the network. He also shouted, "Magic Pony did nothing wrong" and "Friendship is magic" that really made the King angry.
"Business is business." Fulgen repeated the King's words. He said with uncertainty, "Is it necessary for us to continue working with the ancient saint servants?"
"It is necessary. From a certain point of view, countless Slan Demon Toads used their lives and wills to seal themselves in the obelisk. They maintained the big whirlpool through the Great Guardian and prevented the demons from invading." The Imperial Emperor frowned. He looked at the stone slabs that Fu Gen had collected. "Many of the contents on the stone slabs have already come true. Some of the prophecies are vague, but we can still learn some things from them. The Ancient Sage has a bigger plan on this planet, but we know nothing about it."
"Those ancient saint servants are very powerful …" Thinking of the danger of the Great Overlord of the Sram Magic Toad Mazda Moody's every move, Fu Gen said with some uncertainty, "I don't know where they came from, but some of their technology is still far superior to ours."
"Of course, far better than ours. Until now, your children are still using my technology, and that technology came from the ancient saint's legacy," the King said coldly. The king coldly said, "There are some hatching ponds left behind by ancient saints. I can purify them and use your genes …"
"Father! You mean?! "Fulgen opened his mouth wide in surprise.
The King shook his head. "But first, let us meet the ancient saint's loyal servants first."
After saying that, the King used psionic energy to teleport Fulgen and himself away.
New world, Lucia, Sun City.
Protected by a dozen lizardman armies, the Slan Demon Toad Big Leader Mazda Moody noticed two figures appearing in front of the ancient saint Sun God's pyramid.
The Demon Toad Big Leader's voice was trembling.
"Begin … the big plan."
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