Chapter 96 The Future Era

The movements of the Raging Tide Archduke are unknown.

Earl Ayr had to take precautions and stop selling iron ingots.

When this wind hit Roman, Morey's caravan arrived half a month late, and Hoth's caravan arrived a month late. How much development time was wasted?

It wasn't until Earl Al received a clear order that he was willing to release the iron ingots that had already gone to a clear destination but had yet to set off.

"Count Al asked me to bring you a message."

Hoss knew he shouldn't say it, but he did it anyway.

"The situation will be turbulent in the future. If you still want to get these high-quality iron ingots, the price in Iron Tree Collar may be increased."

Roman only glanced at him lightly. There was no surprise or anger in his eyes, only calmness and gaze.

Hoss's heart suddenly tightened. He was originally going to make a show of his temper, but at this moment he didn't dare to pretend to be a bully.

He hurriedly explained. "No matter who the acquirer is, the price of all iron ingots will rise." These were the original words of Earl Ayr.

Those who are far-sighted are aware that a turbulent era is coming.

This is not targeted at anyone, but an era that everyone will face.

Roman raised his chin and said, "Then this will be our last transaction."

Hoss stared at the decisive young lord with wide eyes and disbelief. When he abandoned the business contract, his attitude was like throwing away an insignificant item.

But that's not trivial.

But iron!

Raw materials for swords, arrows, spears and even armor!

Absolute hard currency in this land!

If it were not suitable for currency, the most popular thing now would be iron coins!

More important than food most of the time!

Do you know what you are talking about?

How many years will these iron rods I brought you last?

It will wear out in two years at most!

Let me see what you use in two years!

If my good-for-nothing brother hadn’t contacted me, and if I hadn’t been able to make a fortune, why would I have brought the iron ingots from Tieshu to you? Is it because you produce salt here?

Okay, maybe add some maltose...

"If you give me the right to sell maltose, I can get you a special price." Hoss didn't know what he was talking about.

Roman's reaction was completely beyond his expectation, whether it was maltose or his attitude when he heard that the price of iron ingots had increased.

When he came, he planned to use maltose to persuade Earl Ayer to offset the rising price of iron ingots, and he would be able to make a profit from it.

In the past, 25 kilograms of iron ingots were exchanged for 500 kilograms of salt.

In the future, 30 kilograms or 40 kilograms of iron ingots will be exchanged for 500 kilograms of salt + a bucket of maltose.

But Roman ignored it.

He has little interest in long-term buying of iron ingots per se.

If Earl Al wants to increase the price, and Roman doesn't agree, then they'll break up - that's what he had in mind, and whether the price will be increased or not is secondary.

The deal ends here, these iron ingots will definitely be enough in the short term.

As for the long term?

If iron could not be smelted within a year, he would go to the sword-forging furnace.

Roman asked Seth to arrange for manpower to unload the iron ingots from the Hoth ship.

There are other goods in the cabin as well. Qualified merchants can make good use of all the space in a transport ship and carry dozens of types of goods. Five thousand kilograms of iron ingots cannot even fit into the space of a transport ship.

After Roman got those iron ingots, he selectively purchased other goods from Hoth, which were all materials used for development.

But Hoss showed little interest.

Those linen and fur businesses were not very profitable.

They could only watch helplessly as Morey's crew unloaded barrel after barrel of maltose from the carriage, carried it on their shoulders, and loaded it into the cabin.

He counted carefully and found that there were hundreds of barrels, filling the cabins of two merchant ships.

The sources of sugar in this era were very scarce, and the noble lords only levied a symbolic sugar tax and did not regard sugar as a qualified taxable commodity.

When he thought of the huge profits, his eyes turned red with envy.

Putting aside transportation capacity and manpower, this is nearly a hundred gold coins!

"Morey, damn you, you actually got so much candy."

Hoss whispered bitterly.

Seeing Morey make money is even more uncomfortable than losing money.

Morey glanced at Hoss, unmoved by the vicious curse he uttered.

The businessman has heard worse insults.

They deal with elegant and decent nobles, and also do business with the despicable and cunning lower class, whose vulgar and vulgar swear words can be called the art of language.

"If you want it, get it yourself."

"Morey, you are just an indecisive coward, and you will never accomplish anything big in your life!" Hoss said sarcastically, "Of course, if you want to give it to me at cost price, then I will look at you with admiration."

Morey said cheerfully: "You know the family rules."

Hoss's expression was ugly: "I will not beg for mercy from you. Don't forget, Morey, I am the person that my father values ​​most..."

Morey didn't continue the nonsense with Hoss.

This time he transported 100,000 kilograms of salt directly from Sige Town, and only had to pay Roman 100 gold coins. It was really helpless to transport so much this time, because he needed to use the salt to find connections.

Huos brought 5,000 jins of iron ingots and also transported 100,000 jins of salt.

Morey knew that even if he didn't get the maltose, Hoss would still be making a lot of money. This batch of salt would be enough for him to digest for several months.

Roman told Hoss that if he wanted to take salt away from Sig Town in the future, he would have to exchange it with real money, silver, or slaves.

This is also an incredible temptation.

A stable, high-yield, high-quality salt mine has unparalleled temptation for businessmen.

This is because not all merchants can purchase large amounts of salt at all times, and salt merchants will never be overrun. Otherwise, it will only disrupt everyone's business, and certain key channels need to be opened.

Without connections, merchants would not be able to purchase salt, and this was true of any salt-producing area.

This is a tacit agreement among the nobles to harvest the wealth of the earth.

But Roman developed wildly and made money crazily, and didn't care about this at all.

He felt that all the nobles were idiots and there was no need to maintain the so-called tacit understanding and rules. He wanted to turn over the table on the spot and smash them all to pieces with one punch.

The two caravans left Sige Town one after the other.

The river gradually widened.

Hoss stood on the bow of the boat and asked Morey from a distance: "Morey, where are you going?"

"Iceland."

"How dare you go anywhere!" He couldn't help but shudder when he heard this. "Those brutal pirates will jump on your merchant ship, rob you of all your goods, tie you up and hang you on the ship's mast, and extort you - don't expect me to pay you a ransom then. Those pirates will exploit you. If there is no oil or water, I will definitely cut off your head and kick it into the sea."

Hoss smiled a little reluctantly when he thought of the brutal and bloody scene.

Morey glanced at his half-brother speechlessly. Hoss may seem arrogant, but he is actually a bit timid.

"I'm not planning to go to the hinterland of Iceland. I'm just going to contact the slave merchants there. Lord Roman asked me to send him 300 slaves every month. You don't have to pay me a ransom."

Hoss was immediately moved and said: "You got the Split Armor family... but he is just a feudal noble and is not qualified to grant you the Split Armor flag. You got his own flag? Damn it, you actually did such a stupid thing matter?

"No one wants to get to know a small nobleman without looking for a big nobleman, right? You are such a fool. How far can his name spread? It can't even spread to the land beyond the Buro River. His friendship Dispensable to you!

"Do you think that shitty place has any potential? Their lord won't even bother to repair the docks.

"Even if it can produce salt, what's the use? The salt mine will not only bring wealth, but also attract the covetousness of other nobles.

"Earl Al has the Iron Tree Territory, so he doesn't care about it, but that doesn't mean that other nobles don't want a salt-producing land, especially the nobles from other salt fields... Just wait and see, if the Archduke of Armor Splitter doesn't intervene, they will be the last to I'll fight there next year!

"The total amount of iron ingots I transported was only more than 10,000 kilograms. He couldn't even form an army of more than 500 people, and he couldn't even afford armor.

"Morey, you must be crazy! You actually agreed to transport slaves to such a small noble? Do you know how heavy a burden this is on you? If those slave merchants cannot arrive in Sige Town in time, you will use all your strength To get this done..."

Hoss chattered.

Under the scorching sun, I feel like a noisy fly flying above the Buro River, lingering in my ears, which is annoying.

Morey was unmoved.

Hoss said he was crazy. Call him stupid.

Maybe.

This was an incomprehensible act for Hoth, who had gained the friendship of Earl Ayr and was able to trade steel.

In order to gain the friendship of a small nobleman in a remote area, he actually made this level of sacrifice.

This meant that he had no time left to manage the friendship with the second noble.

And Morey also knew what a ridiculous thing he had done.

Selling's comment to him was that he was "indecisive and difficult to achieve great things".

The criticism given to Hoss was that "it is too sharp and too much is too little".

——Those long classical words condensed roughly mean this.

The Selling children can only get a starting capital when they reach adulthood, and then go out to work alone.

The most outstanding child will inherit all the inheritance of the great businessman Selin in the future.

Therefore, Hoss pursues the highest profits all the time, sparing no effort to defeat other competitors, hoping to become the successor.

And Morey is always looking for the safest environment.

Morey and his brother have nothing in common - except for business overlap - they will cooperate with each other, but in essence they are competitive, fierce enough to steal each other's business.

Morey knows what he's doing.

Ever since the witch named Shasta left his caravan and became famous in the northern land, a certain alarm bell in his heart kept ringing day and night.

A troubled time is coming.

The gods looked down on the earth, and the swords of kings and popes were shining. The princes are everywhere, and the knights are charging. Pirates are carnivaling, barbarians are dancing, and witches are daggers in the shadow. Sparks flew, war spread, and blood flowed.

This land will usher in a dark age of turbulent waves and treacherous waves.

Every time Morey thought about that scene, he would tremble like a fish swimming before a storm.

He swam forward with all his strength, just to catch a ray of light from that era that was about to pass away.

But he swam too slowly and the sea was too wide, so he returned without success. He could only watch the dim light in the haze rumble away like thunder, while the darkness behind him pursued him...

That's too late.

That's too late.

He could only flip his tail, leaving a tiny ripple on the vast sea, and then turned around and disappeared into the deep sea.

He must find the safest shelter before the dark age comes!