The four seasons in the Black Forest change drastically, but in the Fir Baron, the severe winter of the Year of the Sword has just passed, and the temperature has not yet shown signs of warming up. There were two heavy snowfalls around the Sleeping Moon, but it seemed to have faintly heralded the first harvest in this territory. The street is still cold and windy and there are few pedestrians, but the only bar in the city is another scene. The fire reflects the warmth in the lobby. The adventurers who have been wandering around the firs since the end of summer have gathered at this moment. Here, waiting for the snow and ice in the forest to melt.
It's just that every adventurer who enters this hotel, apart from taking off the snow-covered cloak, after observing the entire hall, without exception, will take off his hat and face a small person sitting in the corner of the hall. Salute the girl. The little girl's forehead was high, smooth as jade, shining under the firelight, and her eyes were big. She looked a little wise, and she was curious about the people and things around her. She is wearing a beautiful long dress. Although she is not too old, she has already begun to develop bulging under her chest. The skirt is gathered around the waist, which perfectly sets off the young lady's slender figure. The dress full of noble girl temperament did not match her, but rather thief, like wearing clothes stolen from somewhere.
"Big sister, this is the deer skin you want. The forest is completely frozen. It took us a lot of effort to track down a deer herd. Hato also suffered some frostbite. You can't pay too much. Too stingy—"Several people who were obviously dressed as hunters stood in front of her and negotiated. The headed one was obviously a mountain man from the nearby area, wearing a thick leather coat and carrying a long bow.
"Oh, Hato got frostbite, then he is really unlucky," Romain blinked and asked curiously, "Is there no deer herd in the forest?"
"It's not because the cavemen who live to hell are making trouble, scaring the animals into hiding."
"Hey, I heard that the caveman stopped before it snowed."
"Then... Anyway, it matters."
"I'm going to help Brando make a coat for these deerskins and pay you two hundred silver coins, okay?" Roman stretched out his finger and poked the deerskin carefully, then raised his head and asked.
"Of course we are happy to help the lord make a coat, so lord lord will definitely like you more," the person who spoke clearly did not believe that the lady in front of him could make a coat. He looked, but still complimented: "But this is too little, big sister, Hato is frostbitten."
"But this is obviously the deerskin from last year, you see, some places on it are eaten by insects." The merchant lady turned over the deerskin with an innocent look.
"Huh—?" The'Big Merchant' poked these guys speechless in one bite. The few adventurers immediately showed embarrassment and coughed: "Year is not that important. Besides, we have actually been to the forest, and Hato was really frostbited."
"So, these deerskins are not worth so much money, you know. The rest of the money is Hato's injury and medicine expenses. Don't turn your heads and lose to that gambler Mano, tomorrow I will But I want to send someone to visit Hato." She glared at them: "If he doesn't receive the money, I will send a caveman to eat you."
After being scolded, several hunters honestly collected the money and left. Although the eldest lady didn't speak up, there was not much dissatisfaction on their faces, as if they were used to such bargaining. Instead, Roman restlessly touched the round-toed leather shoes under the drape of his long skirt, and his big eyes turned steadily, as if they had never stopped. She looked around, holding a cup of steaming barley beer as if she was still waiting for someone.
Throughout the winter, this lady who claims to be a big businessman has been sitting in this position, working here or buying people's hearts. However, it is not unreasonable for her to be respected here, not just because she is the fiancée of the lord, or because she is in charge of half of the wealth of the territory is in the eyes of everyone like a god of wealth. But because she is kind, she will never use her identity to suppress others, and she is even willing to care about the price difference between a few coppers and adventurers all afternoon.
But it is precisely because of this that people will not feel the identity gap-the life of adventurers is actually not rich. Money is a very important thing. In fact, they don't really value those who squander money at will. Among all Brando's partners and staff, in fact, only Roman and Freya can understand this.
Freya is because of her own background, but Roman instinctively likes those shiny little things. At the end of a winter, her dealings with many adventurers in Fir City have been integrated into them. Although this connection is not close, it is enough for Roman to inquire about a lot of news that he didn't know.
At this time, the door of the bar was pushed open again, and there was silence over there. The little silver elf princess Medissa was standing in the snow. She put on a plain silver fur cape and sighed with her hands over her mouth. Her big eyes looked nervously at the hall with so many people. Humans seem a little strange to her. Elves don’t want so many people to gather together. Elves’ definition of a friend pays more attention to a kind of spiritual attachment. Due to the long time, this kind of feeling is somewhat indifferent to humans. .
But it wasn't the first time she came here, she was here to help the lord's attendant mage Shire to pass a message. As soon as the other people in the bar saw the little silver elf princess, they were tacitly letting out a way. I remember the first time someone ridiculed her, and almost turned the little girl with pointed ears into red ears. Flushed.
As a result, the rumors that "Lord Lord loves a shy second fiancee" spread like that. Thinking of this, Medissa couldn't help but stare at Roman.
"Medissa, do you want ale?"
"do not want!"
"Where is the fruit wine?"
"do not want!"
"Then I warm up a cup of mead, okay?"
"do not want!"
Medissa knew that Roman didn't even drink herself, and she was holding a cup of hot ale purely because of the warmth. And this guy is so stingy that he never wants to change a cup, and reheat it when it gets cold. If possible, she will definitely continue the next day. But it is such a stingy guy who may be able to arrange all the expenditures and income in the territory in an orderly manner. Anyway, Medissa herself feels a headache when she sees the piles of gold and silver that are meaningless to her.
The territory gradually got on the right track, and the coins from the silver mines were continuously transported to Roman's hands, and the merchant eldest lady then distributed the money to the refugees. Of course, this was not a charity event. Instead, the result was that for the first time in nearly half a century, the Fir Territory opened up a large amount of wasteland in the forest north of the Gris River. The seeds of winter wheat have been sown in the snow. Go down and fall asleep, waiting until the ice and snow melt, it will break out of the ground at any time.
The Shire and the master craftsman discussed receiving more war refugees from the north, and the construction of roads in the Black Forest is slowly progressing. The firs collar is not very populous, even if Grieshamn and Fort Mins are moved. The residents of, are far from being able to meet their needs. Not to mention that the army of the White Lions has not been found, even the workers who built the city of Odum, the rune dwarf, can't spare the least.
And food is the basis of this plan, but the business lady’s maturity and composure in the matter exceeded everyone’s best expectations—as Charles said, she seemed to have a natural talent to shine in the science of commerce. Luminous, this is an innate leadership style, which allows her to arrange all of this calmly and in an orderly manner.
The grain from Ampersel has been shipped here, but Roman did not distribute them directly. Instead, it was handed over to the merchants to recover the money that was previously distributed through this method. So I don’t know how many years later, the food market was re-established in the city of Fir in the deep winter of this year. Have been taken back to their own lives.
Roman has already begun to consider relaxing the remuneration for the next recruitment. Brando needs more people. She wants to make such a situation. In her opinion, the food problem is not a problem at all. As long as the gold of the fir collar is shining, then the merchants of Amperthel will swarm like sharks smelling blood. In fact, they have already arrived now. The first merchant fleet was not large, but the food and daily necessities shipped were being unloaded in Port Gris. It doesn't matter, it will be more and more.
Gold attracted not only merchants, but also fugitives from other territories. The delicacy of freely circulating currency is sweeter than cake. This is what my aunt said, and the merchant lady is very sure.
She put away the report that Medissa had forwarded to Shire, and asked, "Where is Brando, Medissa?"
"Lord Lord, he has not returned yet."
"Then I want to talk to him."
"No." Metisa immediately refused. It is not the first time that Roman has used her as a microphone. She immediately explained: "Since Lord Lord entered the trade wind ring, my contact with him seems to have been cut off. ."
"Ah—" Roman let out a long, disappointed sigh: "Does that fellow Shire have anything else?"
"Well, he just wanted to ask what you plan to spend so much money on hiring adventurers to complete some weird tasks." The little silver elf princess glanced at the pile of deerskins on the table and couldn't bear it. I wonder if this guy is purely for fun. However, this kind of thought was just a flash of the nature of the merchant eldest lady. As the fairy princess, Medissa had a very indifferent conception of property. If Akane or more serious Freya were here, I am afraid A skeptical look stared at the eldest lady.
"Ah, Roman is about to talk about this," the merchant lady said with a surprised look. "There are no deer herds in the forest. Do you know why, Medissa?"
As a elven royal family trained as a silver elven commander from before the era of the war of the saints and possessed a wealth of experience in warfare, Medissa became serious when she heard Roman's words.
The animals in the forest will not disappear for no reason.
This only shows a problem, the opposite has already begun to take action. She couldn't help looking at Roman, only to realize that the other party was snooping for news, "What else do you know, Roman."
"There are many adventurers who have mentioned that the nearby deaths have become more active recently. I think it should be the bad guys from Butcher. Brando said that they are nearby, right?"
Madara—
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