Chapter 175

In Bagh chamber of Commerce.

Bager, the president of the Bager chamber of Commerce, a chubby middle-aged man, is sitting at a table with the processed documents stacked aside.

He sighed and looked at his daughter standing in front of the table with her head down:

"forget it this time. You didn't mean to investigate your responsibility. You should make sure of the situation before you act in the future...

" sorry, father...

"OK, go back first."

"... yes." Angelis opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she swallowed it down and turned away in silence.

"Alas..." sighed the president. Although the righteous daughter brought him some good reputation, it was more trouble.

The golfer will let Angelis go... And leave the words that "the character of a trader needs to be taken into consideration" has already put the way of handling on the table -

he needs to give up some more benefits on his side.

Yesterday, the Butler came to the chamber of Commerce, and after a few hours of discussion with himself, he reached a big deal.

The scale of this kind of transaction does not happen once a year. It would be a pity to give up such a deal.

How much profit should be given? It is absolutely impossible to close a transaction with a loss as a result.

Barg's hands are folded in front of his chin, and the other party is unlikely to consider such a stupid way, so the benefits to be given... Are they approaching the final bottom line?

He had learned the negotiation ability of the steward gol yesterday, as if he could see through the hearts of the people, and every step was on his bottom line.

Even his rich business experience almost failed.

Yesterday, he finally won a good result...

after negotiating with such a person, he was happy for a long time, but today...

he was wondering whether the other side had deliberately set up this game in order to force his bottom line. Otherwise, why would it be so clever?

"Alas..."

...

on the street, gol slowed down, keeping two steps behind Yat's side, like a real housekeeper.

"My Lord, what do you think of this treatment? The president Bagh will give more benefits, and we will be able to buy what you need at a lower price. "

With a smile on his face, he explained in a voice:

"if you are not satisfied with this kind of treatment, I will handle it well."

"No need," said Yat, glancing at the deference on the disguised face

"Just keep going to your job."

"Yes, my Lord."

Gol, with his right hand on his chest, bowed respectfully and watched art leave.

As art disappears from view, he slowly straightens up.

At first, he was very resistant to the servant's identity.

However, after getting along with each other for a month, gol felt that he could still accept it.

Although he was still dissatisfied with his status as a servant, he was still dissatisfied with Yat and his master. But I was surprised to feel good.

If they are in other identities, he thinks they can become good friends or even close friends.

From a friend's point of view, his master is a good friend.

However, as a master, leadership is superior. After giving the transaction resources to yourself, only the priority of materials is explained, and then the matter is completely handed over to yourself without any further intervention.

According to Gol's experience of seeing people, his common relationship, and the information obtained from the conversation of Prometheus, the master of gol has not inferior experience and knowledge in negotiation and business, but even under such circumstances, he did not say much.

In terms of strength, although there are many strange things about this master, there is no doubt that strength can suppress himself.

If the strength is not as good as his own, gol is not willing to stay under a master who is weaker than himself.

And there is no lazy behavior. Since he followed Yat, he has not seen his master's performance of laziness. His strength has been improving, and he has been improving at an incredible speed.

He didn't know how to do it. He could only conclude that the master had a very high qualification.

As for the shortcomings... Besides being too cautious, there is also...

too kind. He found that Yat always wanted to save his servants and was not willing to sacrifice.

Whether it's crows or themselves.

From the perspective of a servant, the master is willing to save himself as a servant, which is absolutely right.

However, it would be too kind to think from the perspective of the host.Although subordinate to the best, they are not the best leaders.

However, such a person is worthy of loyalty.

The corner of Gol's mouth cocked up: "shortcomings, from the bottom to make up for it."

He reached out and adjusted his bow tie.

...

"will you make up for it?" Art pauses. "You're so confident."

Shaking his head, he looked up at the castle in front of him.

Like most of the aristocratic castles in the kingdom of Allen, Earl durard inherited this unique style.

The huge castle with a height of more than 20 meters is not a single building, but a combination of many spires with a wonderful sense of ascension.

This is Earl durard's castle and His Wizard tower.

Compared with the Baron's shell of form rather than function, this castle is full of a huge array of defense and attack.

It's not a shell, it's a real wizard tower.

Before art arrived at the castle, there were servants waiting at the door:

"the count is waiting for you in the dining room on the third floor."

The other side stretched out his right hand and pointed to the castle gate. With his action, the two gorgeous and heavy gates slowly separated towards both sides, revealing the hall with gorgeous decoration.

The guard who opened the door, after finishing the action, stood on the edge of the door, straight, looking straight ahead, like a nutcracker.

"Well."

Yazi nodded, followed the servant indifferently and walked into the castle. He was familiar with all kinds of aristocratic etiquette. He also understood how to do it.

On the first floor of the hall wall, there are all kinds of oil paintings. The most prominent one is the portrait oil paintings hanging on the opposite wall after entering the castle gate.

It's a portrait of the aristocrats of the durard family.

It's as fine as a photo, and the painter also uses a unique rendering method, just photos, you can see the differences of their styles.

The people in each portrait are like living. When they cast their eyes, they have the illusion that they are being watched.

The frames mounted on these paintings are made of transparent material similar to glass, enchanted with powerful attack and defense magic.

"That's Baron durard, viscount, count." A voice rings.

Da, Da, Da...

Yat raised his head and glanced over the ceiling.

From the left stairs, a man slowly stepped down. He thought that the middle-aged man with dark hair was wearing the most traditional wizard robes, instead of the wizard costumes with noble and gorgeous style. His face was ruddy, and his walking action was calm and without delay. If Yat had not known his age, he would not have thought that this one was over 150 years old the elderly.

"Iron and blood return to durard."

Yat looked at the count and said, slightly lowering his head.

On hearing this, count durard's face beamed:

"although I don't like the pedantic ways of the nobility, I like it very much, sir silver crow."

"Sir silver crow?"

Art is slightly stunned. What's the name?

"What others call you." Count durard raised his hands slightly. "The traveling wizard will gradually gain his own title during his journey. You should be glad that your title is not so stupid."

This Earl of durard is quite easygoing, more like a moderate ordinary middle-aged man, without the feeling of "iron willed durard".

His eyes swept past Yat:

"night vision? It seems that you are dominated by dark powers. "

The Earl of durard was not dissatisfied with the arrival of ATT in the form of night visions. On the contrary, he did not welcome witches who exuded the power that would affect his county.

It is also taboo for many witches to let other witches enter their own castle.

As a traditional wizard, those nobles who had to visit in person made him ostracized.

"You see, count." "It's just the first time I've heard of it," Yat explained

When did you have such a title?

"For the first time? It's "count durard, laughing down the stairs and coming to him," happy or sad? "

"Not bad." Art shrugged. "I think it's nice, though I don't know mercurial magic right now."

When he heard art's reply, he looked at Art:

"you are an apprentice of fast, the count of mercury. Don't you know the famous magic of fast? If that's the case, sir silver crow doesn't really suit you, but it's quite good compared to what I used to call when I was young

Count durard laughed, as he used to call it "Sir Greyhound" because of his gray hair and greyhound.But now few people dare to mention it with a sneer.

"Are you here to trade with me?" The count of durard turned his back to the stairs, and there was no disguise of the fact that the other party had made a great deal of business with the nobles of durard county.

"Yes." Yat himself did not mean to hide. It was normal for count durard to know. If the other party didn't know, it would be really strange.

"You young people like to be eager for quick success and instant benefit." The count shook his head, but there was no change in his pace. "Talk in detail. Let's have lunch and talk at the same time."

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