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Chapter 373 0372: Mercenary Arbitration Tribunal
When the wealth reaches a certain level, people will lose their concepts.

Ken squatted in front of Jinshan, grabbed a few gold coins, and the "mountain" began to flow down.

He scratched his head, it was full of antiques and gold and silver, and there were too few practical things.

"Traveling to and from the northern border usually requires simple and valuable things, and the looters only keep hard currency or sufficiently expensive consumables."

Langmingway explained to him.

Ken looked at the dark crowd behind him, it seemed like a group of little monsters waiting to be fed, he wished he could lie back quietly now.

The war is over, but the troubles have just begun.

When Lianai heard that Ken was awake, she immediately disembarked from the Blue Wolf Chasing Flame, and when she saw him on the pier, she began to joke: "When you wake up, you can start to solve the problem."

Reina put her hands on his shoulders and led Ken to the most spacious high dam lawn in the port.

Here you can overlook the whole picture of the city.

The long and narrow entrance and exit ports, as well as the flying monster landing area in the distance, can all be swept away at a glance.

In front of Ken was a stone building.

Lianai led him to push the door in. Langmingway, Mag and the others seemed to be familiar with the way, as if they knew who was inside.

As soon as Ken entered, he saw a familiar face.

[Character: Quinny Pandis]

[Identity: Agent of the Golden Shield Guild]

Ken saw the familiar fat man again.

Quinny wore an expensive blazer, with a gold guild button on the inner buttoned waistcoat.

The outfit seemed just right in such a luxurious building.

Ken once went to guard 【Luodu Opera House】.

I am afraid that apart from the facilities and buildings controlled by those in power, this house is the most spacious, most southern-style, and most expensive place in the entire port.

"It was built jointly by several nobles, and it was originally used as a place to discuss trade terms and market division in the northern border."

Quinny Pandis introduced.

Ken sat at the end of the long table.

The table is carved from ivory-white stone, and the rich and delicate texture is quite ceremonial.

The empty long hall has a radio design.

Make sure that the person sitting opposite can hear the speaker's softest tone.

The opening of the oblique window is very impressive and can keep enough light in the room.

Although Ken was wearing a temporary thick coat, as long as he sat at the end of the long table, he still had the taste of giving advice on business matters in the north.

He had chatted with [Brother Hanqi], so he had heard about the trade of nobles in southern Xinjiang.

The towering [Permanent Frozen Wall] isolated the cultural beliefs and social order of the northern border and the southern continent, and on the periphery of the high wall, between the empire and its affiliated city-states, there are ancient trade traditions that continue to this day...

It is called [Business Road of Various Countries].

According to geographical location and cultural characteristics, they have divided several trade routes through the Osua continent, and the corresponding trade rules have been formulated by suitable people.

Only teams that abide by the relevant rules and pay taxes will be recognized as legitimate and reasonable traders.

Anything else is illegal.

For example, [Wilderland Wanderer] has crossed the control of the commercial routes of various countries through some special channels, and brought the goods of Santon Kaya to the markets of the countries in the southern border, which is an "illegal" act.

No rule was established in the North.

They fight each other in tribes and regions, competing for survival resources, finding allies and trading partners.

The vast Palotus than actually has a huge market.

However, due to frequent wars, harsh living environment, difficult transportation process, too many wild beasts and dangers...

It is difficult to establish a stable trade relationship.

Ambera Ice Harbor is a transit point for vendors.

There are many other similar cities in the north.

They are like hubs, connecting the vast wilderness. Although tribes are born and destroyed frequently, rivers and ancient roads will not change easily.

[The northern border already has the foundation for establishing stable trade rules. 】

Ken instantly understood the current situation.

The nobles and rich men of the southern border countries have their eyes on the fat of Ambera Ice Port.

They funded the construction of this building, hoping to form a guild where traders communicate and cooperate with each other.

"So why are you here, you... we are mercenaries."

Ken stared at Quinnipandis, hoping he could give him an explanation.

Quinny laughed instead.

"You are a great hero now. If you hadn't taken the lead in the rebellion, the port would have been emptied by looters and beasts. Where else can we sit down and talk about things?"

He tapped lightly on the table, motioning for Ken to back away.

Ken pushed away the high-back chair suspiciously, and saw something engraved on the edge of the table in front of him.

[Mr. Ken Maharu, the heroic rebel - Ambera Iceport Chamber of Commerce jointly signed and presented. 】

"What do you mean?" he asked.

Quinny Pandis suddenly stood up from the other side of the long table, gave Ken a very grand courtesy, and said loudly: "Now all the merchants in the port who have been rescued by you have elected you as the talker , only the rules you formulate can convince the public."

Both Langmingway and Mag cast envious glances.

Ken, however, slumped on the stool, frowning, and said nothing. Instead, he quietly stared at the fat man across from him.

Quinny lifted his head guiltily, and then beads of sweat quickly fell.

Ken is definitely not a fool.

He knew very well that during the time he was in a coma, Quinny, or the Golden Shield Guild, had reached a deal with the lackeys of those in power.

They put themselves on the altar together, and then piled up some heavy prestige in the name of "Maharu", and forcibly mixed their own private goods in it.

Quinny's eyes began to wander.

He was the smoothest kind of trader, but he couldn't keep calm enough under the interrogation of Ken's eyes.

Ken is really too smart, and his control over people's hearts and situations is terrifying.

The people at the port originally wanted to use Ken as a ruling tool, but they didn't consider the man's own wisdom.

Ken sighed and said meaningfully:
"Traders and mercenaries should definitely not be just employment relationships. Through this war, everyone can realize the importance of unity. The northern border really needs order, whether it is trade or other bad things."

Although he didn't like Quinny's approach very much.

But the existence of this organization is actually very necessary.

If a similar situation occurs in the port again, there will be at least a place where we can deal with it and discuss it.

Ken finally decided to keep it, provided the organization changed its name.

So...

The [Mercenary Arbitration Tribunal] was born, and the location was chosen at the meeting place of the merchants.

Ken put his hand on Quinny's shoulder and led him into another room.

The place is empty except for one chair. "You won't be hurt, I need you to do something for me."

(End of this chapter)