Chapter 375 Make a fortune silently

"What is this?" Bulborn asked curiously, looking at the map on the low table.

Weilin did not reply immediately, but took out the original map and placed it on the left side for comparison.

"It's a bit like a resource map drawn by dwarves." Medmonkey suddenly said, shocking the other two.

"Your Excellency Medmonchi is well-informed. The map on the left is the resource distribution map I accidentally obtained from the dwarf Marquis Darragh. The map on the right is the actual exploration, speculation and verification by my guardian knight. , a map that was finally drawn." Weilin explained with a smile.

"The squire you call Kyle is indeed a talent. Even my cousin praised him." Balmond was on the side to explain the confusion between the two of them, his tone of indescribable envy.

Weilin felt a little proud of his third uncle's actions.

"There are a total of sixty-three resource collection points recorded on this map, and there are thirty-five mineral resources, including thirteen iron mines, eight copper mines, eleven silver mines and three small gold mines. There are also six obsidian lumber mills, three bluestone mines, two orichalcum mines, three mithril mines, three blackwater mining shafts, three red ant ranges, and two small magic mines. crystal mine, five redbud planting areas, and a gray-skinned pangolin range.”

Although the faces of the three people were calm, their hearts were turbulent.

These resources, even for the three of them, are very exciting.

Medmonkey raised his head and looked at the smile on Verin's face, knowing that this boy was waiting for them to speak.

"Verin, what do you want?"

"Can I owe it first?" Weilin touched his head and said with a smile.

"Hahaha, yes, if you need anything from me or Medmonkey, just come to us." Bulborn said with a smile on his face.

"What about me?" Balmond pointed at himself, pretending to be dissatisfied.

"You are his third uncle, why don't you help your nephew when he begs you?" Medmonkey pushed Balmond and joked with a smile.

Looking at the joking between the three of them, Verin could tell that Bulborn, Medmonkey and his third uncle had good personal relationships, otherwise they wouldn't be talking to each other like this.

Of course, it is also possible that they are just superficial brothers. Who can tell whether they are true or false?

"Someone is coming."

The two guards outside the tent heard Bulborn's order, opened the curtain, entered the tent, knelt on one knee, and waited for the order.

"Let someone prepare some dishes and bring some wine."

"Yes, my lord."

The two guards bowed their heads and replied, then exited the camp.

While waiting for the dishes, Weilin sat next to his third uncle and listened to the three men's discussion of the current situation.

Different locations lead to different perspectives on the current situation.

In this short half hour, Weilin learned a lot of useful information.

"I don't have many direct troops around me, only about a thousand people. Maidmund, you have to lend me some people." On the low table, Bulborn raised his wine glass, shook the wine in the glass, and said to Mai Demonge said.

"You need as many people as you need. There won't be any more. My knights only have so many people." Medmonkey responded with a smile, and the Lord clinked glasses with Bulborn.

"It's not much. Just lend me four thousand troops. Go to the south and catch some goblins to serve as mining slaves. It's enough." Bulborn didn't have the big mouth of a lion, and he was just stuck on the bottom line of Medmonkey.

"Okay." Medmonkey nodded, turned to look at Balmond, and asked, "Your main army is at the Fifth Command, and there are only more than 300 loyal subordinates around you. Do you need an old man?" Brother, I will support you with some troops."

"Hehehe, my cousin is the deputy commander-in-chief. I will still be short of people. I will send a letter tomorrow to borrow the Eagle Battalion of the Hurricane Legion." Bamond chuckled and declined Medmondch's proposal. .

"Third uncle, how about I lend you some people?" Weilin hesitated before suggesting.

"Didn't you just bring five thousand people here?" Bamond asked curiously, could this kid be able to conjure people out of thin air?

"There is a deal. If it goes well, in half a month, I will have a large number of gray-skinned goblin slaves, numbering no less than 50,000." Weilin took a sip of wine and replied with a smile.

"Those centaurs."

"Use dwarven weapons as bargaining chips."

"It's certainly a good idea."

With just one sentence, one person revealed all his details, which made Weilin feel a little embarrassed.

In retrospect, if these three could not fully control the situation around the camp, they would probably not be qualified to serve as regimental commanders.

"Bullborn Court..."

"There is no one else here, just call me uncle." Bulborn interrupted Welin and said with a smile.

Seeing this, Medmonkey also suggested: "It's the same for me. There is no position difference between us now, just call me uncle."

"Uncle Bulborn, Uncle Medmonchi, I still have a lot of resource points in my hands that need slaves to mine and collect, so I will leave at least 20,000, and the rest can be given to you."

"Let's do this. There are still a lot of dwarf weapons in the army's arsenal. According to the price you negotiated with the centaur, add 30% to this to buy the slaves in your hands." Bulborn suggested.

"I agree."

Weilin nodded and agreed. He could not only gain favors from the other party, but also regain his blood, so why not do it.

After the private banquet, Verin returned to the legion's station, summoned all the other eight viscounts of the legion, and gave them seven resource points each.

"You eat meat, and some of your nobles will also eat soup. I leave these things in your hands, and you don't need to tell me what to do next."

"I will take 10% of your total income, if you have any objections."

"We have no objections. Thank you very much for the gift, Commander of the Legion." The eight viscounts stood up and saluted, saying respectfully.

"I won't interfere with the collection of candidates, whether you use your own men or go out to capture slaves, but you have to do it in a secretive way. After all, there are thirty regiments nearby, so don't make it known to passers-by."

"Yes."

After everyone left, Weilin asked someone to bring him paper and pen, and began to write letters to the other three commanders of the 27th Corps.

For the 132nd Legion and the 133rd Legion, Verin gave the other party fifteen resource extraction sites and asked for 30% of their total revenue.

For Russell, Verin gave the other party 20 resource extraction sites and took a symbolic 10%, but asked him to declare that he had received 30% of the total revenue of their legion.

Three days later, I received replies from the three people. Through the language and words in the letters, I can see the attitude of the other party.

The twenty-seventh regiment, from the commander of the regiment, Bulborn, to the minor nobles, all tacitly understood it and made a fortune in silence. If the people of the thirty-seventh regiment knew about it, they would have to eat less meat.