Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

The second day of the Chapeuto Wine Festival.

Telankar woke up, sat up from the straw, stretched himself, and felt his body relax for the first time. Sleeping in this room, he seemed to feel the meaning of a good sleep for the first time.

Because of his status and position, he could only sleep in a hammock in the cabin or in the room of the Black Ark. There was no comfort at all, just a place to sleep.

As for safety, it all depends on yourself.

The omnipresent sense of crisis, the footsteps outside the door late at night, the occasional whispers or collisions in the corridor, all became the source of his nervousness. He knew the rules of survival on the Black Ark: the only safety exists at the moment when you are ready to take precautions at any time.

But here, there was no bed, only straw on the ground, but the straw brought him unexpected comfort. He was not disturbed by uneasiness in his sleep, and the sense of security here was in sharp contrast to the black ark.

The corridors and passages were guarded by soldiers, and even the slightest threat would not appear. Because of this, he could safely block out these sounds, as long as the sound of the door locks clanging was not heard.

He reached into the Kaitan, and his rough fingers fiddled with the teeth of the silver sovereign. After feeling the texture of the silver sovereign, he felt more at ease. Yesterday's harvest was intact, not a single one was missing. His mind was working quickly. How should he use this wealth next? Should he gamble more, or have a good meal?
However, his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

Bang bang bang!
The sound was not loud, but very rhythmic. The footsteps outside the door also stopped and stopped at the door.

He was not alert because he knew that the time had come and he should check out.

"Get up!" A brief and cold voice came from outside the door.

Telankar responded and secured the silver coins, making sure each one was in the safest place. He quickly sorted out his belongings, stood up, and glanced around the room.

The room was small, with no furniture, no wardrobe, table, chair or bed, only thick straw and a bucket for physiological needs, as well as some of his personal belongings, a wine bottle, a wooden tray and melon seed shells. Fortunately, some light came in through the cracks on the top of the door, so the room didn't seem dark.

This room, which looked like a prison, cost him five silver sovereigns, but he thought it was worth the money, and if he was lucky today, he would come again.

He took a deep breath, walked towards the door and unlocked it. The soldier did not leave after hearing the response, but stood at the door waiting for him. After he opened the door, the soldier stretched out his hand. He was stunned for a moment, then handed over the key and the door lock.

"The exit is over there." The soldier said lightly after taking the door lock and continued to knock on the next door.

When Telankar arrived at the exit, he saw some Duruchi who had gotten up earlier than him queuing up. He took a look and then walked past them. He had no reason to queue up. He knew that there was no place to distribute free food or sell anything, but to store items, such as fire starters.

Then, he came to the silver flag. He didn't watch the third round yesterday. The guide was right. The aftereffect of chicha was too strong. As he got closer to the window, his heart was constantly fluctuating. Although he didn't watch the third round yesterday, he still bet.

Soon, his heart stopped fluctuating and was replaced by ecstasy, because he saw various colors on the window glass. He understood the meaning of these colors at the first glance, representing the winning team of each round, and the bottom group had exactly the colors he needed, two colors.

After he pocketed six silver coins worth five sovereigns, he went to another place and continued to queue. The staff carefully examined his sign, observing it from different angles under the reflection of the sunlight.

"What's your name?"

"Telankar..."

"Telankar? Choose a rune from here." After confirming it, the staff member pointed to the side.

Telankar was a follower of Matheran, but he did not see the emblem he was familiar with and the emblem he wanted to choose.

"Are you a Matheran believer? I knew it, just pick one." The staff member who had already written the name urged impatiently.

"This one." Telankar pointed at one randomly.

"You have ten seconds to give yourself a nickname."

"Sea disaster?" Telankar said uncertainly.

The staff member showed a speechless expression, but soon, he showed a relieved expression. At first he didn't understand, but now he knows why it was designed this way. If the rune of Matheran was an option, these Duruchi from the Black Ark would choose it without hesitation, and then give it a common name.

Even now, there will be a lot of duplicate names. But this problem is easy to solve. When the time comes, just bet on it. The hole representing the bet will not lie, unless it is the same again, but the probability of this is not high. Even if it is the same, it doesn't matter.

Soon, Telankar received a new sign. This time the sign was painted white instead of yesterday's red. There was only one hole on the sign. He knew that the hole represented which ark he came from.

Then, he came to the free food collection point yesterday. It was free, so he had no reason not to want it. He was not that extravagant. Just like yesterday, he received the chicha wine diluted with water. He liked the taste of this kind of wine, and he also knew how much he could drink.

After receiving the nutty bread, sausages and shachima, he came to the pavilion where he was yesterday.

The cage was still there, but the unlucky guy from yesterday was gone. The soldier was still there, but the lizard had been replaced by Duruchi. From a distance, he could see the commemorative medal on the Du soldier's chest. He knew that these soldiers had participated in yesterday's competition, but were eliminated, and were out on guard today. He bowed to the soldier and walked through the guard. Just as he was about to sit down, he noticed something strange.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, which was hard to detect, but he could smell it. He lowered his head to look at the ground, and soon he found some dark red solids in the joints of the stone bricks. After raising his head, he looked around again. The seats were still arranged in the same order as yesterday. He couldn't tell whether they were new or old, because these seats seemed to be made in the same batch, but he saw other abnormalities.

He remembered the face of the man wearing a red belt, Drucci, who was here yesterday. Now that guide was gone, replaced by a guide with a new face. When he looked at the guide, the guide who was pretending to eat food was also looking at him carefully.

At this moment, he understood that those guys who were greedy for gold yesterday finally took action...

After eating, he left. This time he did not go to the food street, but changed to another street. Soon, he came to the silver flag, just like yesterday, but the bet was doubled. Then, he returned to the food street. The queue was very short, and some stalls did not even have customers.

He knew why this happened. It was still early, around nine o'clock. Those Duruchi who had returned to the Black Ark would come later. It was already noon when he set out from the Black Ark yesterday.

The competition was still early and would not start until the afternoon. After finishing his food, he put the bottle of wine in his arms, and then, with the wine in his hand, he began to walk around the street. He looked closely at the pyramid that reached the sky, and by the way, he saw if he could meet his new friend. But when he reached a certain place, he stopped, and a team of lizard soldiers blocked the entire street. He could only stand there, looking up to see.

Soon it was afternoon, and he found a few more stands after changing to another one, but he still didn't see his new friend. He only saw the guide from yesterday sitting there quietly, waiting for the arrival of guests. Drucci came to the stands one after another, and there were a lot of people, unusually noisy, much more than yesterday. It seemed that Drucci, who went back to sleep yesterday, knew what he had missed.

Probably to prevent viewers from getting tired of watching, the competition on that day was a horse-and-horse duel, with contestants coming from the garrison and the dark riders of the Black Ark.

After the three rounds, the silver coins in his Kaitan turned into twenty 5-silver sovereigns. He did not choose to go to the inn, because he knew he could not afford it. He also did not choose to return to the Black Ark, because there was nothing there worth remembering. When he came out yesterday morning, he hid the only valuable crossbow in a place only he knew.

After spending some time at the food street, he came to the temporary residence converted from a warehouse and lived in a room that looked like a prison. He liked it here, he could lie on the straw and empty his mind, crack melon seeds, and occasionally eat something else and drink some wine.

The third day's competition was close combat.

Day ...

Day ...

His assets continued to multiply, and he tasted all kinds of food and wine. He also lined up at the check-in place because he could afford to consume tobacco.

Day six...

He sat in the stands, but his attention was not on the field, but on other places, watching with longing and admiration. According to Druki next to him, the Hand of the Witch King was sitting there, watching the game.

The guess of the Drukis was correct. Darkus, who had not appeared for a long time, showed up, but the way he did it...

Dacus knew too well what it meant to walk on the street. He was free from vulgarity and did not need to pretend to be so. He was not interested in having his appearance changed by shadow magic and wandering around the street.

He was in a luxury box, temporary of course, at the top of the stands. Maranul, Cowell, Ryan, and Dorian occupied one place, lying on the fence behind the soundproof glass, watching and talking in low voices. Drusala, Alatar, and Genevieve occupied another place and talked.

He sat comfortably in a chair, eating mango pudding. Frannes did not join the discussion, standing not far behind him with Wettier. Walter and Durias sat not far from him, talking in low voices, and next to him sat Marlene, Siglin, Adeanna and Bell-Ahol.

"I don't quite understand..." Marlene asked in a low voice after finishing the mango pudding.

"Ok?"

"The pattern of your betting... don't you lose money?"

"Loss! And the losses are getting bigger every day." Daxus laughed after hearing this. He suddenly remembered the joke that everyone becomes a millionaire after the richest man enters the cafe. Seeing Marlene's confused look, he smiled and explained, "You know, this has to do with probability, just like when you put insurance on a ship."

"Oh? What's that?" Marlene raised her eyebrows, obviously interested.

“You can think of this as a business investment. On the surface, our model is losing money every day, but is the lost money really gone? No, it’s still there, and it’s more valuable than you think.

They don't have much money in their hands, or they have money, but for various reasons, we will not benefit when they spend it. Therefore, the money becomes a stagnant pool and has no value at all.

So, we gave them a chance to make their money flow. As long as they are willing to bet, the money will turn from stagnant water into running water. If they lose, they will want to try to win it back. If they win, they will want to spend the money to celebrate, such as buying good wine and food. At this time, the money will flow back into our market. "

Dacus hadn't said anything more. He planned to take back the old coins from Drucci during the Wine Festival. Although these old coins were still usable, they had been circulating in the market for too long. Not only were they severely worn out, but they also often affected the convenience of transactions. The existence of these old coins was essentially an obstacle to economic circulation and would gradually lose vitality in the market. He planned to recast the old coins to further increase the circulation of new coins.

Therefore, this wine festival is also a clever money recovery operation.

Of course, there was no need for him to say these words to Marlene; it was meaningless.

"Well, in this way, the money does return to the market circulation, but what about your losses?"

“Good question! Our loss is money. In order to make them willing to bet, we set attractive odds and rewards. Indeed, in the short term, we lose money. But in the long run, when money starts to flow, the market will come alive, consumption will also come alive, and the internal circulation will be established.

If the market is alive, we can collect taxes and rents on a larger scale and increase sales. You see that I lost a small amount of money, but in fact I made a lot of money. "After Dacus finished speaking, he raised a finger and asked a question, "In addition, do you know how much allowance the soldiers and service personnel who maintain order can receive every day?"

Marlene shook her head in agreement.

Daxus stretched out his left hand with three fingers spread out.

"Three silver dragons?"

"Marin...my dear Marin, please don't be like this, okay? Be more open-minded."

"Three golden dragons? Every day?" Siglin's voice was filled with surprise and shock. She remembered that the activity lasted for 3 weeks and 24 days. She looked around these days and found that if the Lizardmen soldiers were not counted, there were nearly Druki soldiers alone.

"This number... is too high. I've learned about the prices in Chapeiuto. Three gold royals a day is beyond my imagination." Marlene looked at Daquus deeply, with a look of scrutiny and contemplation in her eyes. She shook her head slightly and spoke slowly.

"Do you know who is the richest person in the world?" Daxus shrugged and spread his hands.

After hearing what Daquus said, Maranul, Cowell, Ryan and Dorian, who were still discussing, looked at each other and then smiled silently.

"you?"

"Correct answer!" (End of this chapter)