Chapter 10

The market scale of kresenberg is not small, because it is the nearest town to the Yameng mountains. Although the Yameng mountains are dangerous, some caravans still think of these materials. A series of resources such as wood, stone, fur and medicinal materials are still very rich.

Unfortunately, the business atmosphere of the Principality of Bethel is not strong, the terrain is uneven, the roads are underdeveloped, and there are bandits hidden in the mountains. Therefore, although the yamon mountains are rich in products, the economy here is not developed, and even the civilians living here are difficult to survive.

If it had been replaced by the seaman kingdom with a strong commercial atmosphere, christenberg would have developed into a big city, rather than a small dilapidated castle like now.

In other words, although the Ximan Kingdom has a prosperous economy and rich food production, it was defeated in the war with the Principality of Bethel last year. Although the Principality of Bethel is poor, Bethel people are generally tall and tough. In the early stage of the war, the Ximan kingdom could still stand in a stalemate with the Principality of Bethel with excellent equipment and sufficient national strength, but when it really tried hard, the Ximan people lost everything, not only suffered heavy casualties, but also lost a piece of rich land in the Hilo plain, which was the dream place of the Great Duke of Bethel.

Even Nord's cheap father was stained with the light of this victory. In order to celebrate the victory, Archduke Beth lavished rewards, which gave Nord the title of viscount. With so many words, the BESer people are a fighting nation with the strength and tenacity of the mountains.

But not for business. At noon, there were not many people in the market, and there were few customers in the surrounding shops. They only saw the shop assistants carrying goods to the store, or sporadic people selling fur to the caravan.

After entering the market, Marco began to complain to Nord.

"Those dog legs who guard the door shake their heads and tail when they see their owners. They bully the soft and fear the hard. Before, our village came to sell fur. They exploited them and couldn't make money at all. Later, we didn't come here to sell it. When a caravan came to the village to sell it to them again, but the quality of the preserved fur is not good and can't sell at a good price."

"Oh? There's another thing. Why didn't you say it just now? I'll get justice for you!"

"Thank you, sir. I don't want to give you any trouble. We can use the fur ourselves if we don't buy it. We can't delay your business."

"You will be my guards in the future. If they dare to stop you again and report my name. Are you familiar with the caravans in the market?"

Marco was very moved when he heard this, but when asked about the caravan, Marco looked at Lehman. When village chief Colin was old, Lehman was the one dealing with these caravans.

After hearing this question, Lehman thought for a moment, raised his head, pointed to a shop in the distance and replied.

"Our village is remote and can't come to several caravans in a year and a half. I know lov's caravan best, but they do fur business. There is only one grain shop in the town, which is not far ahead. It should be because the grain is more precious. It is said that it is monopolized by Viscount collison. Other caravans must sell the grain to the collison family, otherwise the caravan can't enter the market."

Nord looked in the direction of Lehman's fingers. There was indeed a shop in the distance that was different from other shops. The shops in the kresenberg market were not so much shops as warehouses. The caravan regarded it as a place for transshipment of goods. The people here were generally poor. The only grain shop with oil and water was monopolized by the kressen family, So most of the caravans here come here to buy goods.

Grain is transported from outside to sell to the kreisen family, and then the goods are purchased and transported out at a low price around kreisenberg. The profits are basically divided by the caravan and the kreisen family. No wonder the people here live so hard by relying on the material rich Amun mountains.

Nord thought so, but he went to the collison family grain store, which is the only food source in the market. He had to go first to see the situation.

When I came to the door of the grain store, I looked up. The grain store was indeed built better than other stores. The signboard outside the door clearly hung the crest flag of the krisson family and the image of a charging wild boar.

It is said that in those years, the ancestors of the collison family saved the Marquis of Twain from under the head of a charging wild boar by chance. Later, they followed the Marquis and chose the charging wild boar as their family coat of arms when granting the Marquis, indicating their loyalty to the Marquis of Twain.

Nord found that although the grain store was well built, there was a door in front of the store. After a while, he didn't see a guest enter the store to buy grain. With doubts in his heart, Nord entered the grain store.

After stepping into the door, Nord looked around. The middle of the grain store was separated by wood, and there might be a granary behind it. There is a counter in front of the shop. It is scattered around the counter. There are bags of wheat. The head of the shop lies listlessly on the counter, and two bodyguards sit in the corner.

Nord motioned Abel to talk to the steward of the grain store, but he didn't come forward with the people himself.

Seeing that a group of strangers came into the grain store, not like civilians who came to buy grain, and the middle-aged man who came to him was somewhat similar to the big housekeeper in the castle, Harry called up two bodyguards and turned to greet the uninvited guests.

"I'm Harry, the manager of the collison grain store. This is the property of the collison family. Are you going to buy grain?"

"Yes, we're here to buy food."

Abel smiled and waved behind him, then turned to Harry.

"This is Viscount Nord Isaac. I'm Abel, the housekeeper of viscount. Lord Nord plans to buy a large amount of grain. I don't know if you have any grain stores."

Hearing Abel say this, Harry showed an ugly smile. Unexpectedly, these people are aristocrats like his master. It doesn't matter if they buy a small amount of food. If they buy too much, I'm afraid they can't be the master, but there's still a chance in their heart. They hope to hear that Abel only buys rations for a few days.

"There is... There is food. I don't know how much Lord Nord needs?"

"At least two thousand kilograms of wheat!"

Harry's face became more ugly when he heard Nord's answer. Harry knew that the grain store would not sell so much grain at all, but such people in front of him were not as easy to kill as the Dalits. If he accidentally annoyed the noble master, he might lose his life. Harry managed to squeeze out a smile and said to Abbot carefully.

"With so much food, the villain really can't be the master. You need to inform the adults in the castle to decide. Can you wait a little bit?"

Then Harry quickly ordered the two guards to go to the castle and inform the housekeeper and the master.

Abel described the situation just now. Nord nodded. He was already prepared for the current situation, so he waited patiently for the arrival of the crimson family.

Seeing that Nord and others were waiting quietly and had no plans to make trouble, Harry calmed down his anxiety, and then ordered the guys in the back to take out two chairs.

"Master Nord, take a break first. They'll be here later."

Nord nodded. When Harry saw it, he stood aside, bowed his head, looked respectful, and said no more.