Chapter 468: Secret Bid for War Horses

While following Ella to the guest room, Luna suddenly asked: "Miss Ella, is there any story behind your bar? Is it related to the Druid? I always feel that there is a unique sacred atmosphere on it."

They had already touched on this topic when they first entered the tavern, but they were sidetracked at that time. The subsequent development was beyond everyone's expectations and they directly shelved the topic.

But this matter still attracted Luna's attention. She observed the bar counter whenever she had anything to do. The more she felt, the more unusual it became.

"There is indeed a legend. Our village of Amphail holds the Deer Girl Festival every year on the last day of August in order to commemorate this legend. It is said that the first person to live in Amphail Village was Meili, the forest and ranger goddess. Priestess of Kai.

It was she who single-handedly founded the village of Amphair. She had the ability to transform into a deer. One day when she was transforming into a deer, she was shot by a visiting noble from Waterdeep City. Even after she transformed back into a human form, this... A group of nobles are still chasing her.

She fled back to the village and reached the bar of the Antler Pot Tavern. She was begging for help before she died. Her blood was sprinkled all over the road, including the bar.

There are legends that this priestess is no ordinary priestess, but an incarnation of the goddess in disguise.

Therefore, believers of the goddess Melika often come to the tavern from far away just to kiss the bar. They say that by doing so, they can ask the goddess a question and get a clear answer, but they can only do it once a year. "Ella knows this matter very well.

Luna's first reaction after hearing the story was: "What was the point of Goddess Melikai doing this in the first place? Even if she transforms into a deer, she can kick those ignorant nobles to death with one hoof, right?"

"Fables warn the world. This is the favorite technique of the gods. Most likely, the goddess Melikai wants to use this incident to warn the world not to hunt and kill wild creatures for fun, because what the naked eye sees is often just the appearance. , when you discover the truth, it will be too late to regret it," Gavin explained on the side.

"That's right." Ella agreed, "When many rangers and druids talked about this matter, they answered other people's questions like this. Here are these two rooms. The conditions are a little rough. Please don't mind."

"I am very satisfied if I have a place to stay. How can I dare to force something? Thank you Ms. Ella for today. See you tomorrow." Gavin said with a smile.

"See you tomorrow." After Ella opened the room, she said goodbye and left.

Seeing that Luna seemed to want to follow him to his room and had something to talk about, Gavin shook his head and said, "If you have any questions, we can talk later."

They are now living in someone else's territory, and they must be careful that the walls have ears.

Although Father Craven and the others treat him well, it is always right to be a little cautious when people are at a distance.

"Okay." Luna was not stunned because she had just embarked on an adventure. She knew what Gavin was worried about, so she waved her hand and said, "We'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Gavin nodded and walked into the room.

The area is not large, more than ten square meters. If you put a bed in it, it will be a bit full. It is just a place for sleeping. The toiletries are fully prepared.

But Gavin didn't move. Instead, he used his own, several sets of portable dimensional caves. Even the water was pure water made using the water-making technique.

Unless it was a special situation like before, Gavin would not eat or drink other people's food or drink other people's water while walking outside. He didn't even prepare a bed to sleep on. He took out a blanket and wrapped it directly around himself. , got into the most hidden corner of the room, sat cross-legged on the ground, and entered a trance state.

This habit is not unique to him; most extraordinary adventurers in Faerûn share this virtue.

Because no one knows whether the stranger opposite is a human or a ghost.

During the day, he is still warm and hospitable, treating you like a biological brother he has never met.

In the evening, I sharpened my knife and prepared to kill you as a fat sheep and throw it into the hanging pot to be the staple food tomorrow.

Although it's unlikely here, I can't be 100% certain that it isn't.

After entering trance this time, Gavin rarely did anything messy, but concentrated on recuperating.

All the news that should be released has been released.

All that's left is to wait for tomorrow's reaction in Amphir Village to change, and then you can act accordingly.

Generally speaking, I don't have much conflict of interest with the local indigenous people. On the contrary, there are still many transactions that I can make, and then I can dig out the treasures I need and officially start my journey to become an Ospritist.

After bidding farewell to Gavin, Ella did not return to her room, but returned to the tavern hall.

Sure enough, the tavern owner and the waitresses were all there, chatting in whispers. The topic was known without asking. They were the young couple she had just sent to the back.

Just as Gavin couldn't immediately trust these locals, they were still doubtful about their true origins.

A waitress with a bit of baby fat on her face asked curiously: "Dad, are you really sure that he is the owner of Vizeme Manor? He is too young."

"Does it matter to us whether it is true or not?" Craven said calmly, "As long as he has a steady stream of ghost wine in his hand, so is he. If he can't take it out, then he is not."

"Whether it is true or not, we will know tomorrow morning." Ella said with a smile, "I heard that he came to buy war horses in bulk. Those who have war horses for sale will definitely go to investigate his background overnight. For those big families, this is not difficult, so if any of you want to touch his bed, you have to wait until tomorrow night."

"Bah! You are the one who wants to touch his bed! You talk as if we are the escort dancers of the Fun Hall across the street."

"Don't pretend, you were almost sticking to me before, and you almost wrote your thoughts on your face."

"If you say it again, be careful or I will tear your mouth."

"Ha... I'm afraid of you! Come on and try it!"

"Try it."

"Just kidding, I hope you will think carefully before getting involved with him. I don't understand this young man. Not only to you, but even to Anfield Village, he is a passerby. He will stay here for a while and then pack up and go on the road. It will be difficult for you to catch up with him." Craven warned solemnly.

Even if you raise a cat or a dog for a long time, you will develop feelings for them, not to mention that these girls have been with him for some years.

Although they are relatively outstanding among their peers, they are not good enough compared to that young man.

If they stay with him and guard this tavern, at least he can guarantee that before he dies, he can watch them get married and have children, and ensure that their whole family has no worries about food and clothing.

But once they choose to leave this village with him, what they need to face in the future depends on their own circumstances.

"Dad, don't worry, we are not three-year-old children, we know what we are doing and what we want."

"That's right, Dad, we won't leave you, we still have to take care of you in your old age, sisters, don't you think so."

"Yes, Dad, how can we bear to leave you!"

The six waitresses comforted Craven with a smile.

"Okay, it's so late, don't go back, just squeeze in and sleep in the pub. I guess there will be more excitement tomorrow, and you will be busy." Craven waved his hand and drove the six waitresses back to his room, but he sat at the bar without moving.

After all six waitresses left, Craven took out a crystal ball from the secret compartment under the bar. He believed that his old friend should be interested in this young man, but he didn't know if he was free now.

After wiping the crystal ball three times, seeing that it had no reaction, Craven could only put it back into the secret compartment. He couldn't help sighing in his heart. It seemed that his old friend didn't know where to go for adventure again.

Spellcasters are good. At the same age, he is more and more energetic, and he is still thriving on the road of adventure.

On the contrary, I have long entered retirement life, and my body has begun to decline year by year. If I don't consider the means of prolonging my life, in another 20 or 30 years, let alone a shaker, it will be a problem for me to hold the bowls and chopsticks.

Time just flies by. In the blink of an eye, life is already approaching old age.

Inspired by Gavin, Craven fell into the sigh of an old man, and sat at the bar until dawn.

His sigh was completely unnecessary.

At his level of profession, life span cannot be completely measured according to that of ordinary people. Living to 130 or 140 years old is normal.

If you can go one step further and step into legend, your life span will definitely double.

Not to mention the means of prolonging life, which are numerous, it depends on whether you want to do it. Of course, most of the means of prolonging life have serious side effects, such as the bloodthirstiness of vampires, such as the need for soul nourishment of liches.

Craven guessed correctly, today is destined to be a busy day for the Antler Pot Tavern.

At dawn, the door was crowded with people.

Moreover, in Anfield Village, they are well-known figures. They are the managers of major horse farms and the owners of independent horse farms.

Their simultaneous appearance here indirectly proved that Gavin's identity was no longer in doubt. He was Gavin * Nott from Vizeme Manor.

In addition, more information about him was also dug out.

He was also the uncrowned king of a group of dog-headed lords in the rocky land, with tens of thousands of dog-headed people who were mining for him day and night.

He was also a dragon slayer, who killed the young red dragon that had been causing trouble for many years on his horse.

These were secondary to the owners of these horse farms. The most important thing was that he was rich, very rich, and had the intention to buy horses, the intention to buy a large number of horses.

When the two pieces of news were combined, he immediately became their most distinguished guest, worthy of their waiting outside the door early in the morning to meet him.

"Mr. Gavin, this is the situation now. How are you going to deal with it?" Ella carefully introduced the situation outside the Hanging Deer to Gavin.

"Thank you, I understand." Gavin turned to Craven and said, "Teacher, can I borrow the tavern for a while?"

"There won't be any customers this early, you guys can do whatever you want." Craven yawned and walked to the backyard, "I'm getting old, old, old, I can't sleep enough, you guys are busy, I'll go to sleep for a while."

The tavern owner's meaning is very clear, you can use the tavern, but he won't get involved in the things here.

"Thank you, teacher." After Gavin sent Craven away, he turned his eyes to Ella and said, "Can you stay and help entertain? Afterwards, I will pay you three times your salary."

"It's okay to help with the reception. Three times the salary will be waived." Ella responded with a smile. Although they were from a small place, they had a good teacher who taught them through words and deeds, and they understood what the most valuable debt of gratitude was.

Once they receive three times the salary, it is equivalent to an employment relationship. They have not paid attention to ten or eight gold coins, but the favor debt of a young rich man is worth a lot of money.

The identity of the other party has been completely verified, and there is more to it than they expected.

"I'll trouble you, please stand next to me in a moment and help me introduce their specific situation one by one." Gavin did not reveal their little thoughts, because here, he still needs to rely on them in many places.

"No problem." Ella responded. She was a true local snake and knew all about the local horse breeding families.

As soon as the door of the tavern opened, the principals of the horse-breeding family rushed in. The leader was Gavin's old acquaintance Olila. She was acting as a middleman for both parties today, introducing them to each other. Plus Ella Helping explain later, Gavin soon had a basic idea of ​​the horse breeding industry in Amphail Village.

There are two leaders in the horse breeding industry in Amphail Village. One is the Rowinghorn family. Their family is famous for their fast horses, mainly a variety of light horses, supplemented by heavy horses, plus a small number of unique flying war horses.

Another leader is the Ilzimer family. Their family is famous for producing knight duel horses. They mainly produce various heavy-duty horses from Demon Breed, supplemented by light horses.

The number of war horses owned by these two families accounts for half of the entire Amphier Village. Their right to speak is very important. As long as an agreement is reached with them, other families and independent horse farms will generally use them as a guide for implementation. .

"I wonder how many war horses you want to buy, Mr. Gavin?" The person who asked the question was a middle-aged man, wearing a straight dress and dressed meticulously, just like a standard aristocratic gentleman. In fact, he He is one of the strongest people here, a mage of at least level fifteen, named Ambala. He is the manager of the Roinghorn family here, and is also the teacher and guardian of Aurilla and the others.

"Can I take the liberty to ask, how many horses can your Amphier Village sell at one time?" Gavin asked without answering.

"This..." Master Ambala hesitated and said truthfully, "Because no one has ever asked this question, we have never made statistics, but I can give you a rough estimate based on the situation of our family's horse farm. The numerical values ​​are one thousand heavy war horses, two thousand light war horses, and three thousand chariot horses. If we can prepare them within ten days, there should be no big problem. If we give them a month's grace, the number should be increased by 30%."

Gavin nodded and said, "What about the transaction method?"

"There are two ways to trade large quantities of war horses. One is that we drive the war horses to the Glory City, and you bring the goods over and barter, or pay directly in cash. The second way is that we send people to bring the horses Drive them to the location designated by the master for trading, but there will definitely be a disparity in price, after all, a lot of money is consumed during the transportation process," Master Ambala replied.

"I see." Gavin pondered for a moment and said, "Then please go back and compile a list of the various horses you can provide and the quotations. The prices will be based on the price. I will pick up the goods at your racecourse and deliver the goods myself. Transport it to the City of Glory and trade it for the goods you specify.

I will decide whether to sign a purchase agreement with you based on your quotation. Once the purchase agreement is signed, I will send someone to your racecourse to pick up the goods in two ten days. Please prepare in advance. "

Even if he was not good at business, he would not foolishly follow a group of horse farm managers to discuss the price. He directly conducted a bidding process, or made a secret bid, neither explicitly stating how many horses he needed nor how many horses he needed. Express your own psychological price, and everything will be determined according to your own psychological price, but it is up to you to decide whether to buy it or not.

For more specific transactions, he planned to return to the territory to recruit more professional people. At the same time, he also set aside time for his own people to conduct an in-depth investigation and understanding of Anfeier Village and the surrounding horse markets, especially in terms of prices.

The racehorse owners present couldn't help but glance at each other, and they seemed to be able to see the sparks in each other's eyes.

People who can run a horse farm are not stupid, and they immediately discovered the disadvantages of this method. This is obviously an attempt to intensify the competition between them, so as to obtain the maximum benefit from it.

As for jointly raising prices, this kind of thing, if you think about it, it will be very difficult to do it.

Because they had negotiated a high price up front, but when they quoted prices later, they were lower than this price. If they wanted to win the contract alone, they would have to break up in the end.

Unless there is a hegemonic monopoly in the middle, no one else will dare to sell unless he opens his mouth.

This is obviously not the case in the horse breeding industry in Amphail Village.

"This matter has been settled like this." Master Ambala said with a smile, "Besides, we also have a gracious request. I heard that Mr. Craven has obtained the true teaching of bartending, and he can Can we open our eyes and taste the cocktail that makes people cry?”

"Sorry, it's not that I don't want to, but the ghost wine for the Guanxin cocktail has run out." Gavin said apologetically, "How about this, when we sign the contract, I will definitely bring the ghost wine with me to help us sign the contract."

"That's all we can do. We won't bother you any more. We'll take our leave first."

These horse farm owners came in a hurry and left in a hurry. They ran back to their own horse farms one by one to count the war horses that could be sold.

The real problem is the quotation.

What price should I quote to make the other party buy my horses and maximize my own interests? This is indeed a headache.

When they heard that the female wizard of the Roinhern family stayed with the young man as a companion and toured around Anfield Village, many horse farm owners cursed Ambala, the old fox, for being cunning and treacherous, and even used the beauty trap. What could be easier than getting words from the other party directly?