And even if someone tells them that the rainwater may also carry a trace of decay, no one will ever be willing to waste a penny on this!"
The merchant's words, can not help but let George face slightly hot, feel a little embarrassed up.
He was indeed a bit too greedy for money. The people of his own territory, if he had not been fooled, I am afraid that even wash their hands and feet such things will not do. Naturally, you can't expect the commoners inside the city to have any concept of dirty or not.
As for the nobles, they are afraid that even the water for bathing will not be much worse than their own here. Because in Wingwind City, there is a cathedral.
"My lord, although the water that is so clean that it has no taste, I can't sell it well even if I have a golden tongue, because I can't carry out the proof. But if this water is with a sour taste, then it is different again..." Gail's words peaked: "So, if you have sour wine here, you can sell it to me directly - in fact, you do not have to specifically mix those sour wines into the good wine. The stuff that comes in oak barrels and is worse than water, they'll buy it - because they not only look clean, but they can get people drunk."
"Ahem." George old face a red, coughed and said: "Gail, I want to correct a point. Sour wine refers to those with the lees of the second fermentation out of the shitty stuff. My wine here, but all with pure wine brewing - of course, generally except for new wine, wine will be slightly sour."
Said here, George secretly towards Martin made a look.
After Martin saw the lord's look, he just carried back part of the wine from the abbey, hurriedly wiped the sweat from his face, quietly left the crowd, and led the lords to the abbey again.
The cunning merchant took it all in, he smiled and said, "There's no hurry with these sour wines, let's talk about what concerns us both the most."
There was about those brandy and horses, the two were the longest pull, especially after adding Aggie - the guy was able to pick out a few faults in each horse!
In the end that merchant still did not sell at the price of war horses - 1500 silver foxes. At that price, one horse was enough to be worth two sets of knight's armor or forty head of cattle (in peacetime).
Of course, George also did not succeed in negotiating with the price of 30 silver foxes a horse like worn out horses - this is outrageous in the eyes of merchants come!
"You do not look at what you are selling these horses, all have such and such a live disease, there are some, I'm afraid even plowing the land is barely some!"
"Even if I sell all these horses to other territories at meat prices, the price will be twenty times more expensive than this!"
"Are you kidding, Gail? There's more game in the mountains than usual, and it's bigger, fatter and stronger! Do you need to buy your unpalatable horse meat?"
"Oh, my lord, you really think too much. Do you know those lords, how many troops they used and how many people they killed to harvest that little grain near the territory! Go hunting inside the mountain? That's a fantasy! --You should know that many lords nowadays would rather acquiesce to the people of their territories to eat their sons instead of taking people into the mists to go hunting in the mountains!"
Said the merchant quietly leaned over: "I heard there are terrible giants on that mountain!!!"
George changed the subject with a strange look on his face.
In the end, because the brandy and horses, which were kept intact, were something the two had to get, both sides gave in.
George took out fifty barrels of brandy and satisfied the merchant's appetite. They were exchanged for eighty horses and forty serfs.
According to the usual prices, these brandy special brew, each gallon can be sold for at least 4-8 silver fox, and now it is even more exotic, if bought in a good place, say doubled a few times, are small figures.
But those horses, and indeed as Gail said, even if sold for meat, a horse can also be exchanged for hundreds of silver fox to. Moreover, in such a period, a living horse, is indeed a special material.
Therefore, it is not possible to say who lost and who did not lose.
After the negotiation, both of them finally came to the tavern with satisfaction, where the merchant drank the sweet wine and the fat wild boar meat that was just roasted.
"If someone knew that you were planning to use horses for farming, he would go crazy - don't worry, my lord. I won't say anything. With a territory as rich as yours, I hope there will be a little more of it in the future." Gail whispered, "But you must be careful, the farming season is almost over."
Gail indeed need to worry, after all, in this black pearl valley, can sell wine of the territory, can really not be many.
"That's not for you to worry about, Gail. I'm more concerned about the iron ore and coal than this - are you really not going to sell me any more?" George shook the wine in his hand in front of Gail's eyes: "As you can see, I still have a few barrels of brandy left. And the wine in this tavern cellar, although not as good as the best part I bought for you, but the nobles and rich people of Wingwind City, is definitely not picky. Just now you also said that many people are still worried about the lack of wine to hold the ball? That last day of revelry is enough to squeeze the last penny out of those foolish pockets!"
Gail shook her head and sighed. I don't know if it was for the mentality of those people, or if the goods he brought were not enough: "My lord, these iron and coal are enough for you, the rest, as agreed, I have to transport to Rongfeng City to do so. You do not know, now Lord Duke Adeline, has gone from praying to the God of Asylum three times a day, to praying five times a day. And if no one from the Chamber of Commerce goes there again, all those prayers will turn into vicious curses!"
However, even if the merchant's dozen caravans were all shipped over, I'm afraid it would be a drop in the bucket for the size of Ariadne.
But the Duke will remember this time to send charcoal in the snow.
And will also give this merchant something of real value.
"Gail." George took a sip of wine, withdrew his gaze from the fire pit, and stared at the guy's eyes with some curiosity: "What do you plan to bring back from Rongfeng City?"
Looking at George's blazing eyes, Gale laughed laconically. His fingers tapped on the tabletop, his eyes slowly coalesced, and he said in a faint whisper, "Antiques, art, gold and silver, and all the good things that the great nobles have treasured for centuries!"
George was dumbfounded.
Before asking this question, there were countless possibilities about what these merchants would eventually bring back to their lair, George thought about. But he didn't expect that this guy would go to such lengths to eventually bring back this useless junk!
''Useless junk? No, it might not be...'' Thinking of this, George suddenly slapped his forehead and suddenly understood somewhat this behavior of the merchants.
In this world, there are two mainstream ideas now.
One believes that this so-called doomsday will eventually pass - these people are firmly believing in the God of Asylum.
The other, who only believe in this end, is only the beginning.
What these particular merchants believed in was clearly not the ancient gods - or rather, placed their bets on the God of Asylum here.
They firmly believe that the disaster will pass, then naturally they will think that those treasures collected from various kingdoms and nobles will make themselves rich beyond their means!
On the other hand, if the disaster does not pass, what is the point of collecting anything and selling anything?
It will eventually turn into pieces anyway.
So, if you want to collect, the ultimate will be collected, will be the most valuable, and the best collection of things.
"In addition to that, what else will you bring back? I mean, Gail, you're not going to load up the ship and leave after you come back from Ariadne, are you? It will always take you two or three months to come and go, and by that time, I'm sure I'll have something here that you'll like better." George could not help but say.
The value of this group of merchants is precious, George is not willing to give up any opportunity to trade with them.
Indeed, even certain guys who believed in evil gods might be willing to selectively make some special deals with these people.
"To be honest, my lord. I haven't decided yet whether to bring some extra things or not. After all, the carriage has limited space..." Gale took a sip of wine, pulled out his ears, tapped his fingers on the table, and said, "However, I will definitely bring some 'virgins' with silk, wool, and spices. If you are interested, I can sell you some."
"Virgins?" George wondered if he had misheard.
Silk, wool, and spices were all things he could understand. After all, in the eyes of merchants and nobles, these things were no different from gold and silver.
Especially now that winter was approaching, and every place was stinking - spices could be used in medicine, deodorization, and even cooking.
And silk, now the north must be inexpensive, the south and the coast will be very expensive - certain nobles, even in the last hour of the end, I'm afraid that the last party for that what to wear to show off, and worry about it.
But this virgin, George is a little puzzled - Wingwind City women, not so famous ah! Businessmen why do not need to bring back these women from a long way?
What's more, the most worthless thing now is people! What difference does it make if they are virgins or not?
"That's it, my lord. You heard me correctly." Gale leaned his arm on the table, lowered his head and scratched his brow. It seemed to be hesitating.
But finally, he turned his eyes to George and said solemnly, "Before I set out, I had a dream - if I wanted to get back and forth safely on this trip and fill that ship of mine with wine and gold, then I had to bring virgins with me. I did so, bringing ten virgins with me - I don't know if there was a lord there, but the steward seemed to have the say. I got what I wanted from him in exchange, and found that perhaps I could continue to trade with him - now, the ship I docked on the Pearl would have to take at least a hundred more on another trip if I wanted to fill it."
"I'm curious as to which of the lords is so interested." George shook his head dumbfounded and really wanted to give the man a thumbs up - he suddenly frowned and asked, "You got those horses from Lady Elizabeth's side, didn't you?!"
Gale shrugged his shoulders and said, "Whatever you think, my lord. But the one I deal with is just a steward. He provided me with a lot of things and opened the door for me to bypass the big cemetery. So on the next occasion, if I can satisfy him with my stuff, I think he will be able to open another door of convenience for me - so I won't be carrying iron on my next visit. You know, this stuff is difficult to carry and draught line, from the south, the cost is still high. And there's practically no shortage of the stuff in the Black Pearl Valley."
Said Wow, and he winked.
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