rune hunter

Chapter 403 Stranger

The god of business, Ludern, is definitely not a good god. Although he is in the neutral camp, many people think that he is more inclined to the evil side.It is said that before he became a god, he was a half-human, half-demon hybrid. Although the priests of Ludern have always denied this, some low-level believers still believe in this.

From a certain point of view, this is also the true portrayal of the image of a businessman in the minds of ordinary people.

In this war-torn era where theocracy and kingship coexist, the status of merchants has always been in an embarrassing situation.They have already broken away from the civilian level, but they are not recognized by the noble class.Although it looks glamorous on the surface, in the eyes of the real superiors, it is no different from a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

However, as the saying goes, poor people must have something to hate. The reason why businessmen are unpopular is, in the final analysis, their greed for profits.

From the moment human civilization began to develop, the pursuit of wealth has become the driving force behind the advancement of civilization, or in the words of an ancient sage, money is the root of all evil.Businessmen who make a living out of profit are naturally the behind-the-scenes masters of the root of all evil.In order to benefit them, they will not hesitate to take risks and turn a blind eye to all justice and justice in the world.

"Order is the basis for the existence of this world. It is the truth that our ancestors paid countless costs in the process of exploring the world. Nobles enjoy respect, and close relatives cannot intermarry. These are obvious truths. If it is only for the pursuit of interests If it can destroy order, then this kind of businessman is a short-sighted person, not worth mentioning."

The young man in black tight-fitting monastic uniform stood on the hill, letting the bitter mountain wind sweep past him without changing his face.He held a heavy book inlaid with a silver metal cover in his hand. His facial features were like finely crafted sculptures, with perfect proportions, but lifeless.

The middle-aged man standing behind him was well-dressed and looked aristocratic, but the philistine aura between his eyebrows still revealed his true identity.

Many businessmen are willing to spend a lot of money in exchange for a noble status, but this status is usually just a vain title of honorary title, and there is no right of inheritance. The real title of nobility must be canonized by the king himself.

Of course, there is room for manipulation in this. A more professional method is to marry a noble heir who has the right to inherit the title, or put hope on the next generation...

Many people think that this is because the businessmen want to be respected and recognized, even the businessmen themselves say so.But in fact, for those real businessmen, such things as face have never mattered.

Only interest, sufficient interest, is the only driving force for businessmen.

For example, right now, the caravan behind the middle-aged man is full of daily necessities. Without an officially recognized identity, it is impossible for this kind of caravan to freely pass through the Thunder Fortress.The leading caravan guard held high the flag with the Silver Ingot Fort logo, which represented the only commercial permit for the Thunder Fortress.Uniqueness means monopoly, and monopoly means immeasurable profits.

The middle-aged businessman didn't answer the young man's speech. He knew very well that the grown-up didn't feel disgusted with him, it was just his consistent soliloquy.

As a qualified businessman, one must know how to observe the situation and judge the situation.When to speak, when to know how to keep silent, when to be negligent, and when to be indifferent, this is a profound knowledge.

"Those Dark Moon Cultists who truly believe in order will never give you this kind of advice, because in their eyes, anyone must be responsible for their actions, and if they dare to play with fire, they must be prepared to play with fire and set themselves on fire. will leave a lasting impression.”

As if sensing the disapproval of the middle-aged businessman, the young monk stopped discussing this topic. He raised his head, looked at the birds flying in the sky, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It really wasn't that simple for this team of self-proclaimed exiles to escape from the northern plague."

"I heard that the leader of this team is a beautiful woman and a high-ranking magician. I wonder if Mr. Gawain is interested in meeting her?" The middle-aged businessman stroked his chin and trimmed it. Beard smiled.

"Since you say that, it means that this woman is not simple. Is it necessary for me to come forward?" The young monk called Mr. Gao Wen turned his head, looked at the expression of the middle-aged businessman, and said noncommittally.

"Judging from the information we have collected so far, that lady is indeed not an ordinary person." The middle-aged businessman nodded and said, "Tiana Ranstadt claims to be the last blood of the Northern Timberwolves family, and she also got The inheritance of the great magician Doria. However, according to our information, such a lady did not exist in the Timberwolf family before the plague broke out. The only similar one is the youngest daughter of the Timberwolf Duke, Miria, but that lady did not What magical talent."

"Where did you get the information?" Gao Wen looked at the middle-aged businessman with some surprise. What he cared about was not the content of the information, but the source of the information.

You must know that the northern counties are thousands of miles away. Just as El has never heard of Thunder Fortress before, many civilians living in the south may not know the northern lords who opened up 300 years ago.It's not surprising that a large chamber of commerce with an official background like Silver Dingbao has information about the north, but even they can't have enough energy to collect such trivial and trivial information.

Why did the identity of a mere woman attract the attention of these businessmen?
"In fact, we have received a secret letter from a 'special channel' before this, and the content of the secret letter is to investigate the real identity of this young lady." The middle-aged businessman hesitated for a moment, walked into Gao Wen's side and whispered Said.

"Special channels? Who has the authority to use special channels to investigate a woman's background? Are those guys crazy about women?" Gao Wen frowned and said coldly.

"The seal of the secret letter comes from... a rattlesnake." The middle-aged businessman whispered.

"Rattlesnake? Earl Snake?" Gawain thought for a while, his face changed slightly.He looked straight into the eyes of the middle-aged businessman, and asked in a deep voice, "He's dead."

"Yes, but the secret letter was sent before he died." The middle-aged businessman sighed, with a helpless expression on his face: "So, do you understand what I am worried about?"

"It's absolutely impossible." Gawain shook his head, and said with a gloomy face: "The awakening of the Apostle of Desire has already brought an irreparable disaster to Oakland. It is impossible for other apostles to appear..."

"Nothing is impossible in this world now." The middle-aged businessman said with a wry smile: "From the moment His Highness Pandora appeared here, the whole plan has deviated from the track. We at Silver Ingot Castle have always had reservations about this, but Now it seems impossible to stay out of it after all.”

"The reason why you have reservations is that you don't want to bet in advance. To put it bluntly, you are still worried about the risk." Gao Wen said with a cold snort: "However, it is wise for you to be cautious. The current truth will have been taken by His Royal Highness." Complete control, all opposing voices are completely obliterated, and peripheral affiliates like you can only remain silent at this time."

"Forgive me, Lord Gao Wen." The middle-aged wounded hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously: "You are right when you say that businessmen are after profit, but we are also very clear that there is no food without nutrients. Now The domestic plague is raging, and the situation has become rotten. If there is another accident in the Thunder Fortress, the future of Oakland may be in jeopardy."

"You're thinking too much." Gawain shook his head, and said with a sullen face, "From the moment Pandora appeared, the death knell of this country's destruction has sounded, and the disappearance of Maryvian only delayed the arrival of the final moment of collapse."

Gao Wen's harsh words made the face of the middle-aged businessman change drastically. However, he was still deep in the city. After changing his face a few times, he forced a forced smile and said with a smile: "In any case, our Silver Ingot Castle They will guard the Thunder Fortress until the last moment, this is the mission passed down by our ancestors."

"Inheritance from your ancestors? Stop joking with me. From the moment your souls were captured by money, you have already abandoned your former glory." Gao Wen scoffed at the impassioned words of the middle-aged man, but since the other party is willing to make such a This kind of statement, he is too lazy to talk nonsense.

"Haven't you forgotten that the ancestor who established the Silver Ingot Castle was the most successful businessman in that era?" The middle-aged businessman laughed and said, "We have never abandoned our faith."

"Okay, for the sake of your self-confidence, I will accompany you to find out the reality of that woman." The corners of Gao Wen's eyes twitched slightly, and he said in a low voice, "But it's best not to delay My time, you know the real purpose of my visit this time."

"Of course, it would be best if you can confirm the identity of the lady, so that we can prepare for it in advance. But no matter what, we will never delay the matter on your side. This time we will use the best detection The equipment has been pulled over, and there will be absolutely no omissions."

The middle-aged businessman turned around, pointed at the caravan behind him, and smiled courteously.

"It's just that the equipment for measuring the data of the tomb doesn't need so many goods as cover?" Gawain squinted his eyes, looked at the caravan's pack horses, and asked meaningfully: "Could it be that you really want to escape with that group of people?" What business do the beggars come over for? How much oil and water can they have on them?"

"You don't have to worry about that. Population itself is the most valuable commodity." The middle-aged businessman smiled confidently.

(End of this chapter)