Chapter 6 Harvesting the Mysterious Ball

Walking on the exclusive passage for nobles, Weilin's convoy was traveling smoothly. Compared with the crowded passages in other passages, the speed was many times faster.

At this moment, a businessman stood on the roof of the car and waved to Weilin and his group.

Seeing this scene, Weilin waved the convoy to stop, patted the horse's butt and leaned forward, with a serious face, and asked: "Businessman, what do you want?"

"Your Excellency, please forgive my offense." The businessman hurriedly got out of the car, knelt on the ground, and told Wei Lin.

When other people in the passage saw this scene, they lowered their heads and moved forward without paying any attention.

The less you pay attention to these things, the safer you will be and will not be angered by the nobles.

"I forgive your rudeness." Weilin was curious in his heart, but his face remained calm, and he said to the merchant.

"Sir, thank you for your kindness." The businessman got up from the ground and continued, "My name is too taboo, so I take the liberty to wave to you, hoping to join your convoy."

Weilin glanced to the side and found that there were eight carriages in the merchant's fleet. With his status, he could be exempted from the city entry tax for twenty carriages. His current fleet had a total of six carriages, which meant that there were still fourteen more. The number of places in the carriage, the businessman officially saw this, and then risked his life to wave to Weilin.

In this world, unless you are strong enough to ignore the secular rules, you can only humble yourself when facing nobles.

"So, what price are you willing to pay?"

When the merchant heard this, he looked happy and said hurriedly: "Sir, as long as you help me, I can provide you with two high-quality half-elves."

"Half-elf?" Weilin frowned when he heard these three words.

The southeastern border of the Kingdom of Ilia borders a half-elf kingdom. It is powerful and slightly stronger than the Kingdom of Ilia. Therefore, the kingdom officially prohibits the capture and sale of half-elves.

However, regulations are regulations, and there are still many people who take desperate risks for the sake of profit.

Obviously, the businessman in front of him is this kind of person.

In addition, many nobles from various places also participated in it, forming a huge industrial chain.

The royal family also turned a blind eye to this situation and secretly ordered the provinces and cities directly under the central government to collect heavy taxes in order to make a profit.

The merchant noticed the change in Weilin's expression and thought that the other party was not satisfied with the price, so he immediately prepared to increase the price.

But before he could speak, Verin took the lead and said, "I'm not interested in the half-elf you offered?"

"Sir, this is a minor offense. I am willing to give you..." The businessman wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Listen, businessman." Weilin interrupted him unceremoniously and said, "If you have something that interests me, I can let you join my fleet to avoid the high city entry tax."

According to the convention of major cities in the Kingdom of Ilia, the half-elf entry tax is generally 10% of the total value of the slave.

After hearing this, the businessman showed a look of pain on his face. He looked back at his fleet, gritted his teeth, took out two balls from his arms, and handed them to Weilin respectfully: "Sir, this is what I got by accident. I hope you appreciate it, and if it is insufficient, I am willing to use gold coins to make up for it."

Weilin took the two balls from the merchant's hands and slowly injected fighting energy into them. There was a slight reaction, but he soon regained his composure.

Although the reaction was small, he was still aware of it.

It can be seen from the expression of the merchant that this thing is worth a lot, but it still needs to be extorted. After all, the slave merchant's money should not be lost in vain.

"Businessman, you can join my fleet, but you still need to make up one thousand gold coins to get this opportunity."

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."

The businessman looked excited and quickly took out ten one-hundred-gold-coin exchange coupons from his pocket. They were issued by the Royal Bank of the Kingdom of Ilia and were engraved with miniature magic circles and special marks to identify authenticity.

Verin took it in his hand, examined it carefully, put it in his pocket together with the two balls, and drove the red phosphorus horse away from here.

Seeing this, the businessman hurriedly ordered his men to follow Weilin's convoy and go through the noble passage to the city gate.

The officer at the gate of the provincial capital of Xihe Province looked at the eagle flag of the Akers family on the Verin carriage, waved his hand to stop the city guards from inspecting, and allowed them to pass.

"Sir, this slave trader has eight carriages, at least more than thirty half-elves. If he charges a city entry tax, it will be at least three thousand gold coins." The secretary on the side looked at the passing of Verin's motorcade and asked in confusion.

"Do you think I don't want to?" The city gate officer slapped the secretary on the head and said angrily, "That is the eagle flag of the Aix family. It is not a small noble that can be bullied at will. It represents the West River Province. One of the five major forces, do I dare to collect taxes?"

"Sir, I am greedy."

The clerk hurriedly admitted his mistake and did not dare to defend himself.

After entering the provincial capital of Xihe Province, Weilin looked at the bustling streets around him and refreshed his outlook.

After living in Windsor Castle for eighteen years, he had not gone out much, and since he was not an heir, the family would not force him to engage in social activities. He also enjoyed leisurely life and developed a lazy character.

There are all kinds of shops on both sides of the street, including magic scrolls, staffs, magic crystals, the flesh and blood of ferocious beasts, etc.

"Lord, do we want to stay in the provincial capital for a few days?" Baird, the captain of the Knight Guard, stepped forward and asked Verin.

"No, go directly to the teleportation array. It's not too late to rest in the provincial capital of Karod Province, the border province of Gray Mango Wasteland."

Weilin waved his hand, signaling for the convoy to follow and not to stop at the provincial capital of Xihe Province.

He had already made a budget. One night's stay in the provincial capital would cost at least one hundred gold coins. This money could buy at least two serfs.

In the early stages of a career, the province must be saved.

Two hours later, Weilin brought his motorcade to a huge building.

A middle-aged man wearing a mage's robe stepped forward and saluted Verin: "Your Excellency, Sir."

"Your Excellency," Weilin said in a standard noble manner, "My convoy needs to be teleported, and its destination is the provincial capital of the border province of Carod."

"Please wait."

Later, the mage called two mage apprentices, came forward to check, recorded the information on the white paper, and conducted the valuation.

Five minutes later, the middle-aged mage handed Verin a piece of paper filled with information.

"Sir Sir, this is the estimated cost. According to the power enjoyed by the Akers family, you only need to pay 80% of the cost."

"Thank you."

Weilin took a brief look and found that the teaching fee he needed to pay was six thousand gold coins. After thanking the middle-aged mage, he led the people through the inspection of the magic circle and entered the giant building.

Verin handed his red phosphorus horse to Orlando, took the gold ticket of 10,000 gold coins, and headed to the charging point not far away.

The red-haired woman sitting at the toll booth looked at Weilin who was approaching, put away her lazy side, and sat upright.

"Ma'am, here's the charge sheet."

Verin handed the paper that the middle-aged mage gave him to the red-haired woman, and took out the eagle badge representing the Akers family and placed it in front of her.

After the red-haired woman went through the process, Verin handed her the gold ticket of 10,000 gold coins.

"Sir, I don't know if you want gold coins or gold tickets."

Facing the red-haired woman's question, Weilin thought for a while and answered: "A gold ticket of five thousand gold coins, two hundred gold coins."

"Please wait."

The red-haired woman entered a string of information on a magical instrument, which looked very familiar to him because it looked like a cell phone from her previous life.

Finally, Weilin walked towards his motorcade with a gold ticket of five thousand gold coins and a fine cloth bag of two hundred gold coins.