MTL - Medieval Empire Soldier-Chapter 146 · Overland Chamber of Commerce

   Chapter 146 Overland Chamber of Commerce

  Old World, Empire, Draco Baron.

In the center of the prosperous town, this tall five-story wooden building made of marble on the ground floor is at the corner of the central street. The Oak Town Market is just across the street. People come and go, and many dwarves haunt it. .

  In the hall on the fourth floor of the high-rise building of the Overland Chamber of Commerce, the wine in the big wooden cup on the small table was finished, and the waiter in the Chamber of Commerce immediately came up to fill it up.

The amber-colored and dark-textured liquor has a pungent smell. This liquor is the famous spirit vodka from the Kingdom of Kislev. It is tasteless after the entrance, light and refreshing, and makes people feel neither sweet, bitter nor unpleasant. Astringent, with only a burning excitement, the waiter served VIPs with vodka and a plate of Brittanian horse sausage.

"Baron Leren, this is the Kislift drink brought by a caravan returning from the north a few days ago. It is produced in Orengrad, and the annual production is limited, and it is the Boha Palace on the Linske River. The wine you ordered is very expensive." The big businessman Ofron showed his respect with a smile.

   After a while, Ofron became thinner, and the big businessman seemed to realize that being too fat was not good for him. He tried hard to lose weight, but the effect was somewhat unsatisfactory.

   The market trading post under the tower of the Chamber of Commerce is full of traffic, and goods from other parts of the old world can be seen here.

Lallen noticed a dozen or so misfits at the market. They were tall, dressed in heavy fur felts. Most of them wore thick leather boots and short bows or iron one-handed spears. The moustache and deep eye sockets under the bearskin hat made them look very gloomy.

   "Ugol people? How did they come to my territory?" Laren looked closely and recognized the characteristics of their clothing.

The baron quickly understood that this must be Mrs. Kesley seeing a large trade opportunity. Ugol merchants followed the imperial caravan into the empire, and only had to pay lower tariffs and poll taxes. The back is full of everything that can be loaded.

"Uh Baron, these Ugor people are with the team returning to the south. The Erlengrad Chamber of Commerce intends to make good friends with you. They asked me to send you a truckload of goods. As a symbol of friendship, I have handed it over to Your Excellency Pittman." The big businessman said with a guilty conscience.

In fact, the Chamber of Commerce in Erlengrad also gave him a lot of benefits. The Ugor people brought several carts of goods, including almost all the specialties of Kislev, all kinds of metal ores, animal skins, and alcohol. , handicrafts and textiles, compared to the original price paid, the cost has been greatly reduced.

  Lairn saw through the big businessman's thoughts, and the baron smiled gently, but he couldn't say anything.

The country of Kislev is the first line of defense for the order camp to resist the wave of destruction, especially the Ugol tribe north of the cursed city of Prago. These nomadic volleys and hunting nomads in these times, every child is born from birth. They fought with the northern barbarians and monsters for nearly a thousand years. They were both outposts and unyielding warriors. The Ugor people fought for survival and died.

Whether openly or secretly, the ruler of the empire will always find a way to support this northern neighbor. For this kind of "tax avoidance" behavior that is not bad in nature, the soldiers guarding the gate will only turn a blind eye. After all, no one Hope the northern part of the empire loses its buffer zone.

"Order them to be safe and not make trouble, I will not be sympathetic and tolerant because of their nation's history of blood and tears," Lailen drank the vodka in one gulp, and a burning sensation filled his throat for a while, and a burst of heat burst out from his body. " Does Mrs Keasley drink vodka often? Mr. Overland."

"Of course, Baron, every country village has a vodka-making workshop, and in the three big cities, there are distilleries responsible for producing vodka, and they have enormous wealth. Don't open beer and become a part of daily life." Ofron showed a simple and honest smile and talked freely.

   Affairs Officer Pittman took over the topic, and he explained succinctly: "The main reason is that the Taqier Icefield where Kislev is located is too cold, and no one dares to leave the furnace at night. Vodka can just make them warm."

The ice desert where Kislev is located is basically incapable of farming. Relying on the power of the local Patriarch Ersun or the Ice Witch, the arable land that can be planted is extremely scarce, and the food that can be obtained by nomadic herding, fishing and hunting is also very limited. When there is enough to feed, a war, or a migration, the Old World is covered with Lady Kisley's footsteps.

"Speaking of which, my baron, the winter in the Kislev Kingdom is very long this time, almost two years, and some poor people north of Prager have not felt the warmth of the sun for more than ten months." The businessman said, and he called the waiter to fill his glass, "I'm afraid the arrival of winter is not a good sign."

   "What role can the empire play in the matter of the distant country?" Laylen showed indifference to this.

The big businessman Ofron made a gesture with his smile unchanged: "Hehehe~ Mr. Baron, disaster also means wealth, you should hoard some food properly and sell it to Mrs. Keithley, that is a big price, you will become the richest baron."

  The baron just kept silent and didn't say anything. Upon seeing this, the big merchant in the empire handed over the list of baronial goods sold by the chamber of commerce.

  Lyron sat on the high-rise building of the Overland Chamber of Commerce and took a closer look. The total number and accounts were made very clear and detailed.

   After a few minutes, he frowned, threw the account book in his hand on the table, and sighed softly, "How is the sales of the baronial goods in the south?"

"Uh, it's very common, and it can only be released slowly." The imperial businessman Ofran sat opposite Laren, and he said with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye: "However, many southern chambers of commerce are very eager to reach a trade agreement with you, Baron. They very much want more elven goods from you, but the merchants in the south are only eager, and they are both afraid of your reputation and fear of a higher level of threat."

   "A threat from a higher level? Tell me, Ofron, who are you referring to." The gloom between Laren's brows grew thicker.

"Marinburg, Baron, the municipality of Marienburg has a huge share in the old world trade, and their voice is extremely powerful." Oferan's expression was helpless and deep, "Your fame has led to Lauren Loren. The wood elves in the forest have cut off trade with Marienburg, and the baron is now the only trade target of Lauren Loren wood elves. It can be said that you monopolize most of the wood elves on the market."

   "Listening to your tone, this is not a good thing." The baron frowned.

The huge territory owned by the empire means that everything on this land is complicated. A single chamber of commerce monopolizes a single commodity, and the only end is to be divided and torn apart, and the industry is swallowed by other large chambers of commerce and nobles, not to mention the wood elves. Trade, the price that a piece of jewelry can sell is even more expensive than a box of goods. Now, Laylen is the only trade object of the wood elves. He is equivalent to lying on a golden mountain.

"Of course this is not a good thing, my baron, you have become the object of hostility from the merchants of Marienburg, and you are the target of public criticism. Blockades are besieging your baronies. If you continue like this, the word "hardship" is not enough to describe you. business." The big businessman Ofron said almost heartbroken.

Seventy percent of the empire's big businessmen are in Oak Town, and the trading post of the Overland Chamber of Commerce is also built here. He has earned more gold coins in the past two years than he has in the past ten years. Baron Ke is on the same boat, one loses and one loses, and one thrives.

   "You don't need to care about the people at Marienburg. If the Southern Merchants Union and the people at Marienburg share the same position, the baron's goods can only be sold to the northern provinces." Lallen motioned for the waiter to remove the plates and wine glasses.

   "But." The imperial merchant was about to say something when he finally retracted his words, "Understood, Mr. Baron."

Several agreements between Laylen and the Emperor of the Empire are equivalent to trading a Draco baron with the support of Rick's collar. Marienburg can block it as much as possible. It is not Laylen's interests, let alone Midden's collar. Elector Boris is also unlikely to sit idly by.

   After the waiters cleaned up the tabletops, the market under the high-rise buildings was still lively. The residents walked in front of the shops, picking up cheap and high-quality tools or daily necessities, while a team of patrolling baronial soldiers maintained law and order.

   "Ofron, how is the completion of what I asked you to do?" After a while, Laylen asked.

The current trade network of the Overland Chamber of Commerce is all over the northern provinces, the northern part of the Knight Kingdom, Kislev, and the Duchy of Tyrell in the southern kingdom. These are all the great influences of Laylen, so it is very easy for big businessmen to contact one thing. .

"Well, as soon as you gave the order, I sent someone to contact you. The engineering masters of the Nunn Gun Factory agreed to your order. The price they gave, eight gold coins for a Seiko musket, set up a musket battalion, The engineering masters said that lead bullets and a certain amount of black powder are priced separately." Ofron nodded repeatedly, took out an unopened letter, and handed it to Lallen: "Baron, this is received from Nunn Gun Factory. reply."

Laylen took the letter, which densely marked the prices of weapons produced and sold by gun factories, short-fire guns, standard muskets, super-long muskets, and a series of artillery, such as the most basic cannons, mortars, and A more advanced Infernal Blast Cannon, a direct-firing cannon that fires nine small shells at a rapid rate, similar to the Dwarven Organ Cannon, which can give a company a devastating blow on hit.

   The baronial dwarf engineer Karg-Vara's cannon-casting skills are the best in the west of Riptide, so what Laren really needs is a musket.

   In the major battles in the history of the empire, the role of the musket is particularly important. With the power of black gunpowder, the projectile can easily penetrate the thick plate armor. Compared with the archer and the hand crossbow, the armor-piercing damage is extremely high.

As early as the year 2312 of the imperial calendar, the orc warlord Gitripa, who was raging in the lands of Styr and Ostermark, was connected to his mount, a flying dragon, by a seventy-pole Hawk leader gun in the last duel. Nibbler-Dragon, together with the fire to kill.

The enemies faced by the imperial soldiers, the big horned beasts of the Chaos Beastmen, and the Minotaur, their skins are very hard, and ordinary weapons can't penetrate the first layer of skin at all. It can be shot and killed. Those heavily armored Northca raiders and Chaos warriors, the penetrating effect of the crossbow bolts is average, and Layen urgently needs to equip the baronial army with this powerful black powder weapon.

"The price they offer fluctuates slightly, but the quality of the guns produced by the Nunn Gun Factory is also worth the price. My affairs officer, how many gold coins are in my vault?" Lailun asked the question he was concerned about. .

"It can be regarded as a sufficient baron. After deducting the budget for expanding the town and the newly built Knights chapel and large training ground, there are still more than 2,700 gold coins in the vault." Pittman thought for a while and randomly reported an accurate one. Numbers, he specially reminded: "But I still want to remind, Baron, the issue of the maintenance fee of the army in the territory, without affecting the tax, the territory is about to reach its limit."

"Enough is enough. As soon as the third batch of people sent to the territory arrives, we will immediately start building a musket formation. Oh. By the way, I plan to build a military camp, and you will go to the dwarf masons. This project will be handed over to them, and I will tell them, Reserve a shooting range, how to hire people and arrange work, I think the dwarves can coordinate well." Laylen continued to instruct Pittman.

   "Understood." The clerk nodded yes.

"One more thing, Baron, the Elector of Wessenland wants to ask you, can you trade more wood elves' goods, you know, Nuen City is extremely prosperous, there are rich people everywhere, free and open The atmosphere has also led the citizens to advocate extravagance, in short, they have a lot of gold coins." Ofron tentatively suggested, "Elector Wesson is willing to sell a batch of Nunn muskets at half price, what do you think?"

   "For this, you have to go to the trading post in the north and ask those pointed-eared elves, not me. Their shipments are so low that I can't expand if I want to." Lailen waved his hand and refused directly.

  The large convoy of wood elves usually comes once every two or three weeks, with three or four cars at a time. Although the small trade is uninterrupted, it can be digested in a few surrounding territories.

   "Okay, so what about buying a musket?"

"Buy one hundred and twenty muskets, I want enough lead and black powder, and try to deliver them before I go to Midden in May!" Lailen took out another roll of parchment: "This is the wizard's tower. The new batch of magic ores and raw materials that Rosamina needs will be handed over to you to go to Rick to buy them."

   "Understood." Ofron took the parchment, which required a lot of materials, and the magic spar had special restrictions. Fortunately, the Baron had reached an agreement with His Majesty the Emperor, otherwise he would not be able to handle it.

   "Don't worry, Baron! Never delay your trip!"

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happy mid-Autumn Festival! There is one more tonight!

   (end of this chapter)