"I think the job of the corpse collector is very good. First, almost all the residents in the city are far away from the corpse collector, and they regard them as unclean people, ecstasy messengers.
As long as they appeared pushing the cart, no one wanted to approach, and even heard the creaking sound of the wheels, everyone avoided. "
"Second, the corpse collector is the only profession in the city that can freely roam during the night curfew. The sheriff never questioned them, let alone searched them. The corpse collectors seem to be rudimentary, but they can actually hide a lot of things."
"Thirdly, the corpse collector can push the cart freely in and out of the city gate. The guard never asks why they want to go in and out? There is no such condition for someone else.
In summary, Powell suggested to his friend Johnson: "If we use arcane magic to pretend to be a corpse collector, we can save a lot of trouble.
In addition, the corpse collector has a special job, which is to accommodate patients with malignant diseases in the territory. For example, people who have leprosy do not dare to approach.
According to the regulations of the Buche family, the corpse collectors are responsible for transporting the patients reported from various places to the border to wait for death in a carriage. No inspection is required along the way.
As long as a corpse collection carriage is used to transport the goods, the road from Banshee Fort to Dense Fog Town will not take ten days. We don't have to be so tired. "
In the quiet night, in front of the oil lamp in the single room of the hotel, Powell made a plan, and Johnson nodded for it, "Yes, I didn't expect it, your idea is good. We purchased too little this time, and the profit was not enough.
I have paid attention to the spell shop in Coldwind City, where the supply is extremely sufficient. Now because the trade route is cut off, a bottle of high-level spellcasting materials is transported to the Banshee fort, and the price is directly increased by seven or eight times, or even ten times. The profit is too high.
It's a pity that we don't have enough capital. If you can buy goods of tens of thousands of gold coins at one time and transport them in a carriage, you will surely make a fortune. "
Dudu was gnawing magic gems on the table. Hearing the discussion between the two, he sneered and said, "You can think of such a simple method. Others can't think of it? When your corpse collection carriage hits the road, I'm afraid you will find that there are all Corpse collector."
Johnson was in a daze again, he had to admit that this possibility was extremely high. Ten times the profit will stimulate people's infinite creativity, and by the way, break through all the limits.
Powell continued: "So we have to move fast and make enough money at once before everyone else does it. And we have to get enough capital."
"Going to borrow usury again?" Johnson thought of the daily interest rate of the previous loan, and now he is still frightened. "My illusion house can't mortgage tens of thousands of gold coins."
Powell lowered his voice again and said solemnly: "So we have to privately buy shares. The nobles in the city have money, and the wizards are even more generous. Not to mention tens of thousands of gold coins, hundreds of thousands can be raised.
We have had experience in shipping goods successfully, and they will definitely believe us. And the more people pulled, the more stable the business this time. Everyone has to come and provide us with convenience.
Now the Buche family has blocked trade routes to prevent everyone from getting rich, and there are too many people in the city who are secretly grieving. As long as we are willing to come forward, there must be someone willing to cooperate.
Maybe we are lucky and can get millions of gold coins for the purchase. A trip back and forth, ten times the profit is tens of millions of returns. We will post as long as we can earn a little bit of it. "
Tens of millions, I really dare not think about it!
Powell constructed a beautiful money-making scene, and Johnson had to stop breathing for it. The two looked at each other, fascinated like watching a lover, so excited that they shuddered and couldn't control themselves.
Just...
Dudu muttered next to him, "You used to pool all your savings, misappropriated operating funds, and mortgaged usury. However, after raising 1,500 gold coins, you only made 6,000 gold coins gross profit after changing hands.
I think about tens of millions of business in a blink of an eye, how should I evaluate your brains? Still say you have no brains. "
To shut up!
At the same time, the two of them berated angrily, and they were very excited about it, and they didn't like to listen to frustrating words. They clenched fists and rubbed their hands for a while, and continued to discuss the details blushingly, really wanting to make a big vote.
"I went to the Tara shares of the wizard and asked a few nobles by the way. The wizards would definitely be willing to purchase better magic materials. This is what they must do."
"I will go to the corpse collector, pretend to be sufficient, there must be no flaws. Try to earn enough gold coins that can be spent for several years at a time, and our future will be easy."
It was Johnson who pulled the shares, and this will test PPT’s lip service. Powell is an undercover agent, and the job of contacting the corpse collector belongs to him. After the division of labor was completed, the two of them did what they said, and went out the next day confidently.
Powell first went to the grain store in the city and bought ten catties of grain. The corpse collectors are at the bottom of the extremely poor society, and general grain shops are reluctant to sell food to them.
A bag of grain and a few silver coins should be able to exchange gratitude for the other party.
The corpse collector lives in a very remote place, belonging to the slums of slums. Even the villains in the city didn't bother to bully them, for fear of getting bad luck.
After asking for directions, Powell found a dilapidated house near the civilian cemetery. The dark house is completely assembled with wooden boards. Some boards are rotten, so they can only be patched and nailed again.
The house leaked air from all sides, and there seemed to be people inside if there were big cracks in the boards. Powell could not find the window, he stood in the door and kicked it.
The door is also made of wood panels. Without door hinges, it can only be moved by hand to block the door. This door is not tightly closed, not much better than a pigpen.
Powell yelled a few times outside the door, and a hunched corpse collector came out to look at him a few times, and asked cowardly: "Master, what's your order?"
"I have something for you to do." Powell glanced at the black hole in the dilapidated house and gave up his plan to go in. He threw the bag of grain on the ground, "Accept this bag of oats first. It is my advance payment for you."
Seeing that Powell meant that he did not come in, the hunched corpse collector also breathed a sigh of relief. The other corpse collectors in the room quickly packed the wheat bread they had just eaten and replaced it with the usual batter.
The hunchback collector did not refuse, and graciously dragged the bag of oats into the house. He raised his head and smiled at Powell, showing his toothless mouth and said, "Master, what do you want us to do?"
"Help me transport some goods from the north to deal with the searches along the way. I know that you have a carriage that specializes in transporting patients with malaria, which can run around the country without hindrance. You only need to run once, and I will pay you ten gold coins."
This remuneration is unimaginable compared to the usual income of the corpse collector, but the hunched corpse collector smiled without thinking: "Master, now there are barriers to intercept everywhere in and outside the city.
We are happy to help you, but the prepaid bag of oats is not enough. Cows and horses can't do anything hungry, you have to be more generous. "
Powell's face became cold, and he stared at the ugly face of the hunchback collector with anger. But the other party did not give in the slightest. It was obviously that he had made up his mind not to slaughter, and the one hundred gold coin afterwards was not as good as the one before.
Powell had to dig out two more gold coins as a deposit, and the two parties agreed on a follow-up meeting time. But when he left the hut, the hunched body collector said to the other companions:
"This guy is not a good person, I smell the'bad dog' smell on him."