Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 162 The purchase route of muskets

Mr. Videran Bauer came from Nun, and the empire used "a kingdom inlaid with a thousand gems" to describe that city.

As the second most populous human city in the Old Continent, the best group of merchants was born with its intricate canals, huge industrial system, production capacity and convenient transportation.

Bauer is one of the best. Relying on his excellent business creed and wisdom, he has mastered the operating rights of many canals in Nun.

But he will also encounter difficulties. During this period of time, he came to Bretonnia because Nunn is undergoing quite radical business reforms.

The new emperor Karl is rectifying the entangled rights of merchants in the empire, which is why he abandoned his basic base and came to Bretonnia.

No one could have imagined that Emperor Karl, who was a little stunned, would act so resolutely. After pacifying the power of the electors and his own Rick guards, he immediately launched operations against merchants.

Although for the veteran merchant family, it is not a traumatic situation.

But his essence is still to take refuge, although he also wants to get money in his spare time, so he came to Bretonnia looking for the smell of money.

But here, his business philosophy has repeatedly hit a wall. His business foundation is trust and equality, but the nobles of Bretonnia are really unreasonable.

His tone was not harsh, he just refused to cooperate, but he still did not forget the gazes of those lords.

Bauer looked at the unfinished work in his hands, rubbed his head, and walked out of the tent with a big belly. He had heard that the Lord of the Holy Grail Knights in Granset City was kind and generous, but when he came to Bretonnia this time, he only saw Chicken feathers all over the place.

But soon, as soon as he went out, his mercenary subordinates reported to him that Roel Ludwig came and brought a lot of guards, wanting to chat with you.

Bauer is a busy person, his mind kept looking up the name, and soon he thought of his legend here.

Ball knew the name, which was funny, the Bretonnians had names like that, but only funny.

He had made up his mind, and he had no intention of actually coming here to make money, so he ordered the mercenaries to thank the guests, but before his soldiers left, the man had already arrived here.

I saw that the mercenaries in the distance did not approach the team, and they suddenly lost a thigh and collapsed on the ground. They shouted and feared, and the boy in linen clothes came upright with the guards .

And he cared more about the imperial weapons and firearms worn by those soldiers, and the badge of the Nunn Mercenary Corps on Roel's chest...

And this legion happened to be, without a doubt, one of the groups that were attacking the merchants.

What Roel is thinking at the moment is that the conflict between the Empire and Bretonnia has been long and complicated. The Bretonnians think that the people of the Empire are stupid, not romantic enough, living a depressed life, and like drinking horse urine (referring to ale) .

The Imperials think that the Bretonnians are primitive, backward, ignorant, and like to drink horse urine (referring to real horse urine).

Since Marienburg and Axe Pass border two countries, the conflict between the Imperials and Bretonnia has been in a tepid situation.

The people below couldn't understand each other, because of the traffic and the large number of beastmen in the forest, and the green skins in the hills blocked the road.

Among the people above, there are smart people like Emperor Karl of the Empire and King Raun of Bretonnia, who are clear about the situation and have been on good terms with each other, and there are also guys who blatantly want to take back Marienburg.

But now Roel doesn't want to worry about so many things. After all, he is going home soon, so why bother to solve it? He directly chose physics.

The withered limbs caused the experienced mercenaries to fall one by one, but he didn't see the fear in the fat businessman's eyes.

The businessman named Bauer just said with a smile on his face. "If this is your Bretonnian hospitality, kill me and take my head to frighten other merchants."

"If you think such interests can be maintained, then go for it. I thought the lord who opened up business in Bretonnia must be a genius, but that's all."

"If you want to do business, just follow me, if you don't want to, just leave."

After he finished speaking, he approached and took out a gold coin from his pocket and gave it to Roel.

Roel immediately realized that this guy had something to look for him, so he changed his mind about the businessman. If the guy on the other side was just greedy for life and afraid of death, he could just use it to force the merchant to make money.

He will continue to get the profit, and even take the initiative to maintain this relationship.

But the guy on the other side didn't seem to be that kind of guy, and by cooperating with him, the profits would be even greater. Roel also let go, and all the mercenaries who fell to the ground behind him would be fine.

"Sorry, sir, I just came to see the situation. Look, your soldiers are all healthy."

The atmosphere instantly changed from tense to inexplicable harmony, and the two foxes, one old and one young, just looked at each other and smiled.

Ball held out his hand. "You can come and rest in my tent if you don't mind, Lord Bretonnia."

The tense relationship between the two of them changed from friendship to a little harmony in an instant. The guards and mercenaries watched the two enter the tent and started talking, but looked at each other, not knowing how to deal with it.

Alimara followed all the way and was also confused, but she was very smart and immediately took out the gold coins. "My master treats guests, everyone go to the tavern!"

In an instant, about a hundred people in the camp immediately turned their guns and went to the newly opened tavern in the city, not forgetting to shout Long Live Roel.

After entering the tent, Roel came up to say hello first, then analyzed the current overall situation of Bretonnia, and gave him a popular science on the various customs and specific conditions in Bretonnia that are difficult to understand.

The old businessman is not an idiot either, he licked the corner of his mouth, showing sufficient interest in Bretonnia's business blue ocean, according to Roel, as long as he stays here, he can get enough profit.

But his goal was not Bretonnia in the first place, he said while looking at Roel's chest.

"Is that the badge of Nunn on your chest? I remember that this is Nunn's mercenary legion, which is equivalent to the badge of Nunn's direct-administered legion."

Roel looked at the badge on his chest belatedly. He usually pinned it there habitually, feeling like a veteran.

"Yes, I met in Bordereau, my hometown. I plan to return there in the next time and run my own territory."

The businessman immediately became interested, he rubbed his chin and said. "I agree to do business in Bretonnia, and I will also provide you with future territorial business resources and my network in the empire."

"And I will give you an additional investment of [-] gold coins in land reclamation, the kind without interest."

"Please, give me the badge on your chest."

Roel was stunned, what's the matter?but…

"I'm not interested in investing or anything, I want the purchase channel of the Empire's firearms..." He said this to the businessman, who lowered his head.

Fortunately, the businessman didn't think about it for too long. "I promise you, sir."

(End of this chapter)