George heard the merchant's words, completely frozen, he opened his mouth, leaned back in the top of the chair, half a day without saying a word.
Gail did not say to him explicitly, but did reveal some information to him. This act of revealing information is obviously not quite in line with the rules - unless the territory is in between order and chaos.
The Countess's territory appeared in George's mind, at the same time, the place surrounded by layers of mists became more complicated in his eyes.
Perhaps, it is the center of the mists of the Black Pearl Valley.
In the time of waiting for those sour wine, the two of them chatted a little more. During the time George secretly went up to Rona's room and turned around.
At first, George originally intended to sell all of Rona's collection, but after the Battle of the Giants, he changed his mind - only part of the sale.
That girl has been expended by him, is now over the merchant camp curiously watching it, now steal her treasures to sell, it is a good time.
"Gail, before you came, I had taken my soldiers and defeated an evil, powerful and mysterious witch. I wonder if you would be interested in these treasures of hers." George said with glowing eyes, "That witch is a very beautiful-looking woman, and the noble lords of Rongfeng City would be very interested in such things."
George's words, the merchant could not help but curious, however, when he carefully surveyed these things, his face became strange.
"These are all rare alchemical products, my lord. But to be honest, it's not too good to ship."
"Don't play this kind of routine with me, Gale. Don't you think that negotiating the price thing will make one's mouth dry? There are magi and apothecaries in Ariadne City, these things will definitely sell for a good price!"
"My lord, you misunderstand." Gale shook his head and pushed away the empty bag that George treated like a treasure: "Take these death essences for example. According to your description, this empty bag should contain just this kind of stuff. Well... Do you think it is good to sell? Ordinary apothecaries, can not use these things, and the magi will scoff at it. Of course, I'm not saying that no one in Ariadne knows these mysterious things. At least that Grand Maester of the Duke can certainly use them, but he is not short of them at all... So, in my opinion, none of these materials you have are as good as wine - because the cost for me to receive the goods is high and the customers are pitifully scarce. This is obviously not conducive to price negotiations. But if you insist, those common materials, I can give you a price."
The merchant's meaning, George more or less understood - he was indeed not pretending with himself.
In Gail's opinion, although all these things have value, but there is not much profit, and does not sell well. So if there is extra money, it is more cost-effective to receive more goods.
And then a thought of Rona will scratch their own look, George finally put out this mind, the things back to the original place.
In the afternoon, the sour wine was finally brought over by a wagon. Two people came to the camp and began to count, a total of about 300 barrels! That's more than twenty wagons!
This is not all of the abbey, but the merchant will only accept this - he has already exchanged too many goods along the way, any more, he can not eat a little.
According to the results of their negotiations, the three hundred barrels of sour wine, and the most just negotiated the total price of more than a hundred barrels of wine is not too much difference. But for the specific exchange of things, George stopped after selecting two carts of dye, two carts of canvas, two carts of hemp and a cart of furs.
Because these supplies have almost enough to use for a long time.
The rest of those things, he still want to exchange all for iron.
Indeed, if it is said that the most urgent need of the territory, naturally it is still iron.
"My lord, I really can't sell these iron ores anymore. But I can spare another cart for you - and, aren't you interested in these vehicles of my caravan, I can send you one." The merchant felt a little helpless: "You know, Wingwind City also needs great support. If there's a problem there, the monsters from the east, they can all rush into the valley."
"Oh, Gale. I know that Wingwind City needs support, and I know what its existence means to me. But with these goods of yours, there's nothing left in that I can look at except for what you don't exchange - and with all that money left over, you're not planning to count it all in silver foxes, are you?!"
"Don't be in a hurry, my lord. I've got something here that's more to my liking than iron." Gale grinned as he wagged his finger and had his subordinate drop three jars on top of the table, with two bags of money - adding up to about eight hundred silver foxes, the tax the two had previously negotiated.
George nodded and curiously opened the jars and found that they contained two jars of honey and a jar of pepper.
After these jars were opened, the surrounding soldiers could not help but gulp, and even George felt sweetness in his mouth - in the first two days, he did miss this 'sugar' to come.
But he still couldn't help but frown, covered the jar of honey and said: "Gail, honey and spices these things, I indeed have not tasted them for a while. But you don't intend to pay for the rest of the goods with these things, do you? Is this really not another joke with me?"
"Don't be in a hurry, my lord. This is just some small gift, I can't forget these honeys ever since I tasted them in a certain lord's manor. So I brought it to you often - of course, if you want, you can buy some with wine."
Seems to see that this lord can not use this kind of goods to send, Gail mouth after saying some beautiful words, think, slowly from the pocket pulled out a few things.
It was four 'small stone pieces', each with a different mysterious symbol on it.
"Lord Baron, you can pick one of them. You should know their value, in these extraordinary times, the words of the talisman are rare and valuable - now they have been classified as forbidden by the Holy See, and various nobles, too, regard them as the most precious and valuable strategic materials. Therefore, the Words of the Talisman can now be considered priceless."
Gale continued, "After all, a suitable talismanic word can save a life in a critical moment, my lord."
Gail was a devout believer, but he believed in the God of Asylum, not the Church formed by the believers below the God of Asylum. So for this kind of stretching jio at the edge of the red line, he is at peace with the matter.
And he has been trading with this lord, in the territory of the preaching of those doctrines, more treacherous. So he is not at all worried about the situation of this transaction will be stabbed to the outside.
George stroked his chin and looked at Gale and laughed, causing the merchant's eyebrows to jump - he was laughing like that when he said a horse for 30 silver foxes!
One of those talismanic words George is imperative to get, its effect is simple 'break evil' - divine damage +1~6. but can be composed with 'light' 'Breaking Dawn'!
This is the equipment worn by a Knight of the Hall/Temple!
And, with this rune, even monsters like ghosts that can't be harmed by conventional weapons, the squires are able to completely handle them!
"Gale, your mouth is really coated with honey. But how much practical value do you think this talismanic word has for a truly qualified lord? You should have seen that my territory needs a lot of things now. But one Word of Talisman can only arm one person, but what I need is to arm all of my people in my territory. So in my eyes, these Words of Talisman of yours are not what I desperately need."
Saying that, George took out a stone piece from Gale's hand and played with it before looking him in the eye with a very frank tone: "To put it bluntly, I just can't afford to use it!"
The last sentence spoke to Gail's heart, if this lord really did not have a problem with such things, then he would indeed choose to use the wine in exchange for more, and more practical, supplies.
But he has nothing left to offer now... Unless he was willing to violate the agreement with Wingwind City.
Seeing this scene, Gale couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He looked at the lord and opened his mouth to say something, but found that the lord also sighed.
"Forget it, Gael."
Gail could not help but frown slightly, he did not know whether the word "forget" was a sign that the two people had broken down, or a change of heart.
But George's next words, but let Gail fiercely relieved, also secretly smiled.
"Gail, my friend. I hope you can go away with a full load and return with a full load. So this piece of the Word of God's Rune, let's deposit it with me first - remember its price, and I will exchange it with you again. Also..." George said, pushing the two jars of honey on the table over and said, "As for the gift you mentioned... Just give me that dagger on your belt, honey is delicious but I prefer these kinds of collectibles - it looks like it came from abroad and I really like its sheath and hilt."
The dagger on that merchant's belt was very fine and of a peculiar shape. On that sheath, the show had a fine floral pattern, and the end of the hilt was set with a small emerald green gem.
The smile reappeared on the merchant's face, he knew that this guy was a dead duck, had already liked the pieces of the talismanic language, just wanted a little more benefits.
Perhaps in normal times, this dagger may be worth a thousand gold, but now, this small dagger can only be considered a collector's item - Gale will be traded for it at first, only two beautiful women.
He took the dagger off his waist and said under his breath, "My lord, please don't blame me, it was my forgetfulness. This exquisite dagger was originally brought here specially by me with the intention of giving it to you as a meeting gift."
The merchant's words were obviously nonsense, but it sounded very good to say.
Immediately afterwards, Gale slowly pulled out the dagger while pointing to the pattern on the top of the blade and said to George: "My lord, look at the pattern on it - this is a good thing I brought back from the southern desert, and now that the trade route to the southern desert has long been interrupted, this Uvatos steel' then to become a rare treasure - it used to be a prince's treasure. The prince gave this dagger to me. Probably so that I could give it to you - you know, this thing in my hands, it is only a fine decoration, even if it is as sharp as iron. Therefore, you should be its true owner."
Indeed, this dagger, no matter how exquisite and well forged it was, could only be considered an artifact. Who would use such a short dagger for self-defense nowadays? I'm afraid it's only the nobles who would like this kind of fancy but not practical things. But the merchant's words are like touching honey. As if the dagger in his hands is just an artifact, to George's hands, it became a sharp as mud, the look of a divine weapon.
George ate the merchant's honey, and he picked up the dagger. He looked at the pattern on it, and the blaze in his eyes could no longer be concealed.
This was the very craft he had been longing for day and night!
This was the most valuable treasure among all commodities!