Chapter 395 The end of the war - gathering of colleagues

It’s six o’clock in the evening on July 9739, in the glorious calendar.

In the open square of the military camp, Weilin entertained more than a dozen nobles who came here because of their reputation. They were all brought here by Russell, the commander of the 134th Army Corps. They were from Serop Province.

There were three earls and thirteen viscounts present, obviously headed by Russell.

After understanding, Verin basically figured out that most of the territories of these nobles were located in the northwest of Serop Province, bordering on Cardero Province.

The purpose of organizing a group to visit him this time is self-evident, and he wants to start trade with him.

In the past, the province of Cadero was known as the weakest province in the kingdom, with basically no foreign trade partners.

I wonder what kind of unique resources the province of Cadero, whose highest noble rank is only viscount, has?

But the situation is different now. This heir from the Earl of Eagle serves as the Speaker of the Noble Council of Cardero Province. He is generous, treats others kindly, and most importantly, does not eat alone.

"Lord Weilin, without your generosity, I would not have the opportunity to obtain wealth. I would like to express my respect to you again." A middle-aged noble stood up, bowed slightly, and raised the wine glass to level with his head. Qi, come to express your gratitude in turn.

"Count Boulder, it doesn't have to be like this." Verin stood up and responded with a smile.

For the outrageous scene of an earl paying tribute to a viscount, Viscount Montcas and several other people were not surprised by this. They all firmly believed that the achievements of the legion commander would never stop here. This moment was just the starting point. That’s all.

Several nobles from Serop Province stood up to thank them, and Verin responded one by one.

"I already know your purpose of coming. I am very happy to facilitate the trade between the Cardero Province and the northwest region of Serop Province."

“The prerequisite for large-scale trade is to have a road that can withstand trade.”

"It's natural."

Russell, who was on an equal footing with Verin, smiled and agreed with Verin's suggestion.

"I originally planned to build a road in the province of Cardero, together with the nine viscounty territories, to strengthen the connections and trade between each other. If you are interested, I would like to invite you to join in and compete with the province of Cardero. Build a transportation network in the northwest region of Lopu Province."

"I, Boulder Chadstone, agree with Lord Verin's proposal."

"I, Helena Knox, agree." The second person who responded was a countess, wearing a red dress, still charming and beautiful, and sitting next to her was a middle-aged knight Valais Leanne Knox is both the countess's husband and her guardian knight.

According to the information Weilin knew, these two people were able to get together, and they went through many ups and downs, and were able to write three books, which were absolutely best-selling in the kingdom, and those noble ladies absolutely couldn't put them down.

Everyone present agreed. Weilin was not surprised by this result. After all, no one has trouble with money.

As for the road construction that would occupy the land of some small nobles, it was completely out of the scope of everyone's consideration.

Those little nobles were lucky enough to be able to participate in this trade before it was too late, so how could they have any resistance.

"Everyone, we can get together again today. In the future, it may be difficult for us to get together again. Let us celebrate this moment." Weilin raised his wine glass and said to everyone.

Amidst everyone's toasts, the banquet officially began.

The nobles between the two provinces communicated freely and became familiar with each other, laying the foundation for future trade.

At the main seat, Verin moved to the side and came to Russell's low table.

"Brother Russell, it's not easy to get to know each other."

"I'm very lucky to meet you this time, Verin, and have time to come to my territory as a guest." Russell invited with a smile.

"Depending on the situation, after this war is over, I may have to go abroad again."

"Are you looking for a wife?" Russell winked and asked in a low voice.

Wei Lin immediately replied: "How is it possible? Everything is for business."

"Then I wish you success in advance, and don't forget me when the time comes."

"Don't worry, brother, no one will forget you if you forget them. We are friends, aren't we?"

"Hahaha." Russell replied with a smile, "You are right, we are friends."

The two of them had a great conversation, but only he knew whether this friend had more benefits or more sincerity.

While sipping the wine, they chatted and speculated on the kingdom's next move.

As night fell, bonfires were lit around them. In this atmosphere, many nobles were no longer bound by aristocratic etiquette. They sat down casually, communicated loudly, argued with each other over a certain point, and forgot the humble etiquette.

Time passed slowly, and it soon came to eight o'clock in the evening.

[Seven days later, the city of Denns, Viscounty of Denns in Serop Province, will auction an "abandoned" magic crystal, which contains the analysis and learning methods of three hundred kinds of elemental spells, soaking Michelo The Water of Enx can open this magical crystal. 】

When Verin, who was chatting with Russell, heard the news, he secretly made a note in his mind. On the surface, he still communicated with the other party without showing any strange expression.

The banquet lasted until around nine o'clock, when the banquet ended.

The nobles who followed Russell went to rest under the leadership of the Weilin Guards.

After seeing Russell off, Verin returned to the camp drunkenly, lay on the bed, and began to rest.

Not long after, the curtain was lifted, and a figure appeared. He cleaned up Weilin and then turned and left.

Early the next morning, Verin called Orlando over and told him to go to the city of Dernes in the Viscount of Dernes, Serop Province, and buy back all the magic crystals he could see at the auction.

As for the water of Michaelonx, Verin had never heard of it. Even Kyle didn't know about it. He could only go back and ask Odor to see if the arcanist knew about it.

……

In early August, inside the camp.

Verin and Gref sat opposite each other.

"Your Excellency Gref, thank you for your help over the past seven years." Verin picked up the luminous wine and poured a glass for Gref.

With a thought, Gref made the lower half of the mask disappear, revealing his mouth and nose. He picked up the luminous wine, raised the glass to Verin, and drank it all in one gulp.

"This is all my responsibility. Master Weilin does not need to express his gratitude like this."

"One yard for another." Weilin took out the prepared farewell gift, a small wooden box, and pushed it in front of Gref. "This is my personal thank you. Thank you for your help during this time."

For this ordinary wooden box, Gref could tell with just a touch of perception that it contained thirty high-grade magic crystals, one hundred gold tickets with a face value of one thousand gold coins, and thirteen silver dragon scales. The three daggers made of pure mithril are worth about four million gold coins in total.

This amount of money is definitely a huge fortune for Gref.

"Thank you, Master Weilin." Gref sat up and thanked him sincerely.

Weilin responded with a smile: "We are destined to meet each other. You also work for the Akers family. You are one of our own, so there is no need to be so polite."

The next morning, Verin led the nobles and officers of the 135th legion to see off Gref at the gate of the camp.

……

In mid-September, the 135th Army Corps embarked on the return journey.

After being away from my hometown for seven years, the closer I got to the province of Cardero, the more excited I became.

Riding on the red phosphorus horse, Weilin was also very excited.

For seven years, this was the longest war he had ever experienced.

Unknowingly, he was already thirty-eight, almost thirty-nine. According to his previous life, he was already middle-aged, but according to this world, his life had just begun.

The maximum lifespan of a gold-level person is three hundred years, and the normal life span is two hundred and eighty years. His life has only been one-seventh of the past, and it may be a few tenths in the future. There is still this great time.

Outside the provincial capital of Cardero Province, Audrey Silves, the governor of Cardero Province, was quietly waiting for the return of the province's troops with the officials from the governor's palace.