Lord's Hall.
The pine oil torches inserted on the wall were crackling and burning.
The leftover food scraps are still on the table and have not been cleaned up.
The chubby butler was covered in cold sweat, and stood beside his master, Baron Dylan, with his head bowed. He knew that at this time, he should maintain the most humble and respectful attitude.
But nobody really cares about him.
In front of Baron Dylan, the jar of white salt that Kant brought was already on the table.
Manid held it up and put it down.
Through the opened seal, Baron Dylan can see the white things in the jar with the help of the slightly dim light, which are fine white salt, the best condiments, luxury items that can only be purchased by nobles, and the contents of the mage tower. Those mages who possess extraordinary power are the most enthusiastic spell-casting materials.
Slowly reaching in, Baron Dylan grabbed a pinch of white salt and scattered it like an hourglass in front of his eyes: "This is a good thing." His voice was still indifferent and cold, but with a few traces of trembling.
"That's right, Uncle Dylan, as you can see."
Kant sat on the chair with a smile on his lips: "This is the deal I want to make with you."
Baron Dylan did not answer.
Instead, he narrowed his eyes, and there was a terrifying look in his eyes, just like his attitude when he was fighting for his life on the battlefield. He took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions, and then said slowly: "Kant, What on earth do you mean?"
"Long-term trade." Kant said.
Baron Dylan looked up at him, "I'm asking what you mean."
Feeling the prestige in those eyes, Kant didn't feel the slightest turmoil in his heart, and said calmly, "Uncle Dylan, auntie's family is a grain merchant in North County. The trade route is connected with South County and East County. I think this is your advantage."
Baron Dylan did not answer, still looking directly at Kant.
He suddenly discovered that the shy and well-mannered child he had seen before was no longer the Baron Kant sitting opposite him.
"Salt trade." Baron Dylan muttered in a low voice.
"That's right." Kant nodded.
"A salt mine was discovered in your territory?" Baron Dylan continued to ask.
"Yes." Kant chuckled without hiding it.
Such a straightforward answer made Baron Dylan silent for a moment before raising his head to look at Kant: "How many jars of this white salt can you give me every week, I need an accurate number."
"10 cans." Kant said, "I promise there will be every week."
Baron Dylan looked at him deeply, finally nodded and said, "Okay."
"Happy cooperation, Uncle Dylan, I know you are my closest and most trustworthy uncle."
Kant smiled.
He is a smart man, and although Baron Dylan is a warrior from a civilian background, his low birth does not affect his intelligence, whether it is business acumen or political acumen.
To be promoted from a commoner to a knight, and later to a baron, this is already a luxury that ordinary people can't even imagine.
Baron Dylan did just that.
Looking at the baron who was kind to him when he was a child, Kant felt no disturbance in his heart. He still looked at him sincerely and said, "The only one I can trust is you."
This is the truth, Kant is not lying.
Baron Dylan narrowed his eyes. He looked at Kant and nodded with the same expressionless expression: "I am your mother's old deployment."
"I know." Kant nodded.
After coming to this world for so many years, he is not ignorant.
But this gimmick is not very effective for him now, because his mother died of illness 15 years ago, and the deployment of the Lion Principality was suppressed by the local nobles. The scum.
For example, Baron Dylan, who made important contributions to saving the victory of the battle, can only be exiled to the desolate and barren rocky pass to become a baron. If it is the local Lion Principality, it is estimated that an area will be set aside on the fertile plains of South County. It is possible to establish a village, and the gap between the two is obviously unequal.
This is why Kant came to him.
From a commoner background, after going through untold hardships, what he finally got was an unequal and barren territory.
No one will feel that their efforts are directly proportional to their rewards.
Baron Dylan, of course, was not reconciled.
Looking at the middle-aged baron, Kant did not reveal any inner emotions, but instead said sincerely, "Uncle Dylan, this may be the beginning of our success."
"That's right." Baron Dylan nodded, and he finally looked at Kant squarely.
Squinting his eyes slightly, he asked in a deep voice: "This trade is worthy of cooperation, but I hope to understand the specific details first." After a pause, he stared at Kant and said: "For example, the price of each jar of white salt how many."
"50 large silver coins are 150 large silver coins cheaper than the white salt currently in circulation on the market."
Kant spoke, but this answer made Baron Dylan's breath slightly heavy.
Clenching one hand subconsciously, Baron Dylan narrowed his eyes, looked into Kant's eyes and continued to say in a deep voice, "I don't understand your price."
In the market of Xiongshi Principality, the price of white salt is 200 silver coins.
In terms of value for money, it is equal to the villages on the barren land in North County, and all the fields cultivated by freemen and serfs add up to the output of a full three years.
At the beginning, Kant could make the exclusive elite cavalry of Lion Castle work hard with 20 large silver coins.
Who can ignore the profit of 150 large silver coins per jar of table salt now
Kant raised the corner of his mouth.
But his face is still sincere: "I mean, of course, sell these white salts to you at the price of 50 large silver coins per jar, my most respected Uncle Dylan."
"This..." Although Baron Dylan was mentally prepared, he was still speechless in shock.
10 pots of white salt per week, a profit of 150 large silver coins per pot of white salt.
1500 large silver coins a week.
6000 large silver coins a month.
One year is 72,000 large silver coins.
You must know that even if the entire Lion Principality is the wealthiest, it is built on the banks of the Reese Niston River, belongs to the king's direct domain, and the trade is extremely prosperous. The annual tax revenue can only reach 50,000 large silver coins.
All kinds of maintenance fees and personnel expenses must be removed from these taxes. It would be nice to get a net profit of 30,000 large silver coins.
But now, Baron Dylan can easily get 72,000 large silver coins a year.
Really profitable.
Baron Dylan clenched his fists tightly.
He looked at Kant, and his original reason suddenly disappeared at this moment.
Taking a deep breath, Baron Dylan smiled: "My most generous little Kant, you know, in my honor, and under your mother's name, we will be the best partners."
"Of course, Uncle Dylan." Kant smiled sincerely.
It's just that there was a bit of coldness in Baron Dylan's eyes, but he forcibly suppressed it.
Salt mines in the Nalun Desert.
This is indeed a coveted resource.
But he also needs to determine where this resource is and whether it can be fully controlled by him.
Although he is the lord of Stone Pass, Baron Dylan knows his strength. He is the weakest group of lords in North County, not to mention the wealthy South County and East County, which has stopped communicating. powerful.
This dinner is coming to an end.
With a smile on his face, Baron Dylan turned his head and glanced at the butler next to him who was sweating coldly. He was satisfied with the appearance of standing with his head down. This is an honest man who was threatened by him.
And looking at Kant, he also asked: "My dear little Kant, the news of the salt trade, shouldn't other people know about it?"
"No, no one knows."
Kant nodded and shrugged with a smile, "But Uncle Dylan, after your caravan starts to operate, I think many people will know about it, and there will probably be a lot of trouble."
"It's okay, everything will be resolved." Baron Dylan lowered his head and smiled, his face even brighter.
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