NABC Chapter 42 The Confidence to Remain Calm
Chapter 42 The Confidence to Remain Calm
Having learned the root cause of the unrest in the North, Richard was not overly alarmed.
Black Raven Territory is located in the east of the North, far from Chiffon Territory. Even if the raiding orc tribe marched north, they would have to pass through the territory of Wolf Territory.
If you're stubborn, go ahead and try it.
They'll keep quiet if you touch them.
Even if they managed to bypass Wolf Territory, there were still many territories waiting for them along the way, and they would finally reach Frost Territory.
Hypothesis.
If they turn on satellite navigation and successfully reach Chiffon Collar, Richard won't be afraid.
Once the Portable Mine is loaded, as long as you are within Chiffon Territory, you can find a secluded spot and open a portal to the Mine on the ground.
When the time comes, let everyone go inside and hide, and cover the entrance with turf to conceal it.
Go ahead and search in the vast wilderness.
I guarantee that once I find one, they won't make a sound.
The extremely remote location of Chiffon Wasteland and the abnormal functions of the system are his greatest sources of confidence in staying away from conflicts.
Although it's a bit timid, for safety's sake, you have to play it safe and develop your character in the early game, instead of being reckless.
Thinking of this.
Richard knocked on the counter and asked:
"Now that this batch of linen and wool has been requisitioned by Viscount Frost, when will the next shipment arrive?"
"I'd like to pre-order a batch, and once it arrives, I'll organize a caravan to deliver it to Qifeng Territory. I promise I'll eat it all."
The goods purchased this time were originally intended to be delivered to our door by a caravan organized by the trading company.
Otherwise, with a whole bunch of loose items like bottles and jars, plus 10,000 kilograms of wool and linen, the Yun could not possibly carry that much.
unexpectedly...
The goatee-wearing shop owner looked troubled and shook his head.
"I'm truly sorry, Viscount, the requisition wasn't limited to this batch; you've also placed orders for another 100,000 kilograms."
"If Your Lordship is in dire need, perhaps you should inquire at the Viscount's Castle; maybe you can spare some from the requisitioned supplies."
"only..."
The boss seemed hesitant to speak.
Richard turned and walked up to him, his face cold as he pressed, "Just what?"
The boss sighed.
His tone was helpless.
"It's just that Viscount Brad has been in a bad mood lately, and his imposition of war taxes has offended many merchants and free citizens."
"The refugees are again demanding food, or they're sneaking into the city to steal chickens and dogs, and the Viscount has hanged some of them."
"As a result, you were publicly reprimanded by the church priest. If you go to pay your respects now, you'll probably be rebuffed."
Richard understood.
With some unrest in the North, Viscount Brad began levying war taxes and requisitioning military supplies at low prices under the pretext of preparing for war, showing that he was also a merchant-oppressor.
He waved his hand, signaling Im to bring all the wooden barrels from the carriage inside.
"When I was clearing out my territory, I fished in a river and caught some silver starfish, fifteen in total. Name your price."
The goatee-bearded shopkeeper's eyes lit up, and his worried face instantly brightened with joy.
He stepped forward and lifted the lids of the wooden buckets one by one. The silver light shimmered under the broken salt, making his beard appear white.
"Oh my God!"
"This quality is simply rare, and its size is also quite enormous!"
The goatee picked out a whisker and examined it carefully, showering it with praise, before reluctantly putting it back into the barrel.
With a respectful and cautious expression, he asked:
"My lord, would the price of seventeen silver coins per item satisfy you?"
Richard nodded.
The size of the food also matters; a silver-star garlic the size of a fist can only sell for two silver coins at most.
Fifteen silver starfish can be sold for a total of two hundred and fifty-five silver coins.
That is, 2 gold and 55 silver.
...
"Can."
"Calculate the price of everything on the shopping list, excluding linen and wool."
"Yes, sir, please wait a moment."
Goatbeard returned to the counter, took a piece of paper, and began to calculate.
Not long after.
He gave an offer.
Three hundred large earthenware jars, two hundred small-mouthed tin stew pots, one hundred bundles of coarse hemp rope, five hundred tanned cowhides and five hundred sheepskins, three hundred waterproof canvas tarpaulins, three hundred flints, three hundred sewing kits, four hundred pairs of leather boots, ten bags of salt, and a quantity of spices...
Nearly twenty kinds of miscellaneous daily necessities, plus fifty serfs and one thousand kilograms of rye, would require a total of about thirty gold coins.
If delivery to Chiffon Territory is required, an additional twenty silver coins will be charged for transportation and escort.
Richard took the price list and carefully reviewed it, finding that although the prices of some goods fluctuated, they were almost the same as those in the Wolf Territory.
Forming a militia team would effectively reduce the workforce by twenty people, so we need to add more, but not more, fifty would be enough.
Merchant firms certainly don't have serfs, but they can help contact the stewards of the territories. That's the advantage of established merchant firms—they have extensive networks, and they can find the right people for you with just a word.
"These fifteen silver star fish will serve as a deposit for the goods. Once all the goods have been safely delivered to Chiffon Territory, I will settle the remaining payment using silver star crops."
"They're all Silver Star Cabbage, and their quality is absolutely comparable to these Silver Star Fish. But please keep this a secret for me, and don't tell anyone that Chiffon Collar sold them to you."
There will be many silver star crops in the future, so we need to diversify our sales channels to avoid attracting attention.
Besides my second sister's place, we need to find a few more reputable and established businesses like this one.
The goatee-bearded boss's face was all wrinkled from smiling so much that it looked like a chrysanthemum. Food is a hard currency, even harder than money.
He quickly bowed and smiled happily:
"Don't worry, sir, our Ferret Trading Company keeps its mouth shut."
Some lords, in order to live a more luxurious life, would sell some of their silver star crops instead of using them to strengthen their armies.
This has resulted in a serious imbalance in combat power between territories.
In order not to discourage their own troops, they would sell their weapons secretly.
The trading companies secretly bought them up and then sold them to wealthy free people, which led to the emergence of "wild extraordinary beings" like Fernst.
After making his promise, the goatee continued:
"My lord, I will inspect all the goods one by one to ensure that you receive only the best products, and I will assemble the most reliable caravan to deliver them to Chiffon within five to seven days."
Richard nodded.
"Go and make preparations. I need to take the vegetable seeds with me now. Spring planting waits for no one. The sooner we plant, the sooner we can harvest."
After harvesting the carrots, garlic, and parsnip, many fields were left empty. Since we were already here, we decided to take some seeds back to replant them.
"Yes, sir."
After the boss responded, he brought out several small cloth bags from the inner room, each with a label for easy identification.
Five thousand seeds each of carrot, parsnip, cauliflower, and cabbage.
"These are all new seeds from this year; the germination rate is absolutely guaranteed!"
"Okay, stamp it."
Richard gestured for Im to put the seeds away, his gaze sweeping over the list on the counter.
The goatee-bearded shopkeeper quickly copied a document, carefully stamped it with the shop's bronze seal, and handed it to Lina with both hands.
The original list already bore the gold seal of the chiffon collar; once the two lists were put together, it constituted a legally binding business collaboration.
After finalizing the order, Richard took out a letter he had written to his second sister from his pocket and handed it to the boss, instructing him to take it seriously and send a trustworthy person with the caravan to deliver it to Frostfowl Territory.
The goat-bearded man readily agreed.
Seeing Richard turn to leave, he quickly stopped him.
"My lord, please wait a moment!"
With a mysterious smile on his face, he turned and closed the shop door, shutting out the noise of the street.
"To celebrate our successful collaboration, I have a gift I would like to present to you."