Chapter 135 The 1st Transportation Mission - An Informal Bet Doomed to Failure

"You still have to be cautious on the battlefield and don't be reckless." Weilin couldn't help but remind him.

"I will restrain myself in the future." Brian said with a wry smile, "A million-level war is really cruel. Even the second-line battlefield is not that easy to fight."

"It's not easy to get military merit. I encountered frequent attacks during this trip. Although I was able to deal with them, I also suffered many casualties."

"This is the cruelty of war. No matter what you do, there are risks." Brian deeply agrees. In the future, recklessness will also depend on the occasion. In future wars, Adrian's opinion must be the main one. He does not want to do it again. Walk on the edge of life and death.

"Lord Weilin, do you still have this magic potion?"

At this time, Adrian interrupted the communication between the two and asked suddenly.

Seeing his master nodding, Kyle reported to everyone: "This operation brought fifty ice-blue potions. Thirteen bottles were consumed on the way, and one bottle was given to Sir Brian. Thirty-six bottles are now available."

"Weilin, how many gold coins are there for a bottle of ice blue potion? I want to buy twenty bottles."

Brian had a deep understanding of the efficacy of this potion.

The therapeutic effect is also similar to that of a diluted life potion. The most important thing is that the pain in the body is more than three to five times weaker than before. It is definitely a very cost-effective potion.

"Two gold coins a bottle." Weilin said without hesitation.

"Really? Don't lie to me." Brian looked at Verin hesitantly, his tone a little unsure.

"Of course I didn't lie to you. The price I supplied to the Nankul Chamber of Commerce was three gold coins per bottle."

Weilin smiled and said nonchalantly.

"Weilin, I want to know how much of this potion you still have in stock."

"There are still about two thousand bottles left."

After hearing this, Brian hesitated: "Weilin, I hope you can sell me two hundred bottles."

"No problem, cousin, I will leave you twenty bottles this time, and I will deliver the next one hundred and eighty bottles to you during the next transportation." Weilin thought for a while and agreed. .

"Go and get six hundred gold coins." Brian immediately ordered Adrian next to him.

"Cousin, two gold coins per bottle, there is no need to take so much." Weilin hurriedly spoke to stop him.

"Although I am reckless, I know the value of this kind of thing. Although it is weaker than the diluted holy water of life, it has an analgesic effect that the diluted life potion definitely does not have. Speaking of which, I still made a profit."

Not long after, Adrian took out six gold tickets worth one hundred gold coins and handed them to Verin.

"Lord Verin, this potion is very valuable. The church's price for diluted holy water of life is five gold coins per bottle. I suggest you sell it to the outside world for ten gold coins or fifteen gold coins per bottle."

"Thanks for the advice, Adrian."

Verin nodded, agreeing with Adrian's suggestion.

If the price is lower than or equal to the diluted Holy Water of Life of the Life Church, it is competing with the church for business. Although it is only a partial grab for business, it will definitely cause dissatisfaction on the part of the church.

However, the price is one to two times higher than that of the church, which can screen customers and not touch the church's interests in the underlying market.

"How are uncle and the others?" Weilin raised his head and asked Brian.

"They are fine, but the troop losses are a bit high. Uncle Alcott's troops suffered a 10% battle loss, and Uncle Edgar's troops suffered a 15% battle loss."

"So serious." Weilin expressed surprise.

"This is not bad. The battle loss rate of some noble armies is as high as 25%."

"How long will you continue to fight? If this continues, I'm afraid that the troops you have finally cultivated will be wasted."

"According to the news received by the commander of the corps, Viscount Sigro, the main force of the corps is advancing smoothly. In about half a year, the first phase of military objectives will be completed. At that time, it should be returned to the Brazilian A camp."

"It seems that the goal is very clear. First, knock down the opponent's arrogance, and then train the troops. It's just a bit cruel to the troops participating in the first phase." Weilin was silent for a while, and then said.

Brian looked at it openly and did not feel angry: "Someone always has to do this kind of thing, but we are located on the border. But then again, the more brutal the war, the more military exploits will be gained."

"That's true. If you think about it from another perspective, the nobles of the mainland provinces might even envy you." Weilin nodded in agreement.

"By the way, cousin, how many military exploits do you have now?"

Thinking of this, Weilin asked curiously.

"A little more than you, with three military exploits, and still far away from Viscount." Brian replied with a smile.

"It's really far away. Let's see who among us becomes Viscount first."

"Okay, let's compare."

Brian made a fist with his right hand and stretched it out in front of Verin.

Seeing this, Verin also made a fist with his right hand, palm facing down, and bumped into Brian, forming an informal bet.

"It's getting late. I have to go visit my two cousins. Cousin, please take good care of your injuries and don't go to the battlefield soon." Weilin stood up and said goodbye to Brian.

"I understand. When you go back, be careful. Although there are no monsters above the silver level behind, there are also many difficult monster clans."

"I remember."

After Verin left, Brian lay on the bed and said to his guardian knight Adrian: "I have a hunch that my cousin will definitely become a viscount within ten years."

"My lord, then why don't you make this informal bet with Lord Weilin?"

"Hahaha, you don't understand this. Putting some pressure on my cousin is also beneficial."

"But, I don't think you can put pressure on Lord Verin?" Adrian replied seriously.

"Um, why is that?"

Brian asked confused.

"When you were communicating with Lord Verin just now, I observed that the young man beside him has the strength of a Silver Knight, and is not one of Lord Verin's fourteen guardian knights. This means that this young man is from Lord Verin. Cultivated from scratch.”

"Is that outrageous?"

Brian looked at Adrian with shock in his eyes.

"It's so outrageous." Adrian nodded heavily and confirmed again.

"Okay, actually, I had a bit of fighting spirit just now. Now I decide to be a witness and lie down and watch how Verin rises." Brian collapsed on the bed again and said without any image.

Seeing this, Adrian covered Brian with a quilt and left the camp.

In this case, if he wants to choose to obey the Lord's decision, after all, he has no choice. What if he doesn't?

On the other side, after Verin visited Alcott and Edgar respectively, he placed an order with them for six hundred bottles of ice blue potion, half for sale and half for free.

In the early morning of the third day, the 13th Transport Battalion began to return to the Brazilian A camp.