In the Age of Heroes, I am a background noble

Most slave traders have some background, and some nobles will sell the extra people in their territories directly to them to pay off their debts. After all, human trafficking is something that cannot be brought to the surface, and the nobles are unwilling to dirty their hands.

"I'm sorry, Lord Green. It's not that we don't want to do it, but many lords in the north are in need of population recently, so there is really a shortage of supply right now.

The obese businessman looked a little embarrassed.

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Add money!

"Really? Even if you pay more?"

"We can accept price increases within a reasonable range. Your profit margins should be quite large, huh? Is that really not possible?"

A drop of cold sweat ran down the fat businessman's forehead. He wanted to say yes, but the Earl was not so easy to fool. If he paid without doing the job, people would really die, so they had to keep their word.

otherwise

Businessmen are not good people. In a world where the strong prey on the weak, if you don’t have some capital, you would have been swallowed up long ago.

Chapter 62 Caravan

To do business in the Kingdom of Bema, one must have a trading name, which means documents issued by the kingdom's nobles or some other forces, and each force has a limited number of places. How can it be easy to provoke this group of guys with some background?

"It's really not a matter of money. What you asked for is already the limit." The fat businessman wiped his forehead. He wanted to earn the money but couldn't, and to be honest, he felt very uncomfortable.

"Twice?"

woc!

Died young! How could the Medici barbarian be so generous? Has the world changed?

"I. Okay! Delete! Another! Bo (the big nine) I really can't do it. Even if you kill me, I can't find anyone else! Please believe me! Please believe me!!!!"

The vendor roared at the top of his lungs, his eyes red. He wanted to make that money so badly.

"three times!"

three times?

what did you say?

three times!

The fat all over his body was trembling, surging and increasing rapidly. The merchant was so excited that I was shocked. Three times the market price, that's six or seven times the cost price! This is too great, dear Earl, I would be happy to lick your shoes!

To be honest, he wanted to take people with him and go to other lords' territories to rob people.

"Dad! I'm kneeling to you. I really can't buy it!!!"

He really wanted to agree right away, but he just couldn't do it! Damn it, if he took the Earl's money and didn't do the job, wouldn't he be killed?

Sure enough.

"Forget it, I won't force you. I was just joking. You don't take it seriously, do you?"

My heart aches, it hurts so much! How could you play such a trick on me?

The merchant wanted to point his finger and curse, but when he thought of the Medici family, he could only curse inwardly, "The barbarian had to swallow his broken teeth."

"Alright, alright, go down."

Green sighed. He was not the only lord in the North. Those nobles with better connections could borrow people from their relatives, and the nobles would generally support these newly emerging family branches. They were nothing more than a few untouchables.

Why would anyone help someone like Green, who was born into a minor noble family and has a weak family network? Among nobles, kinship is quite trustworthy to a certain extent, as long as you have potential.

The Earl had no choice but to go to the slave market to buy them, but unfortunately the slave population was in short supply recently. Green spent a lot of money but only bought about 6000 people.

This was all thanks to the fact that he bought women, children, the elderly and the young who were unwanted by others. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to buy them for 6000 even if he killed the slave traders.

If an average of 6,000 people are transported each year, it will take more than ten years to balance the genders in the territory. Moreover, the population density is still quite low, even lower than that of some large counties with rich populations in the inland of the kingdom.

“It’s such a headache.”

"You should transport those people here as soon as possible. Once you get to the border castle in the Rhine Province, someone will naturally contact you and settle the balance with you."

At this point, the merchant was fully recovered, which was great! They saved a lot of money on the journey, so after rounding it up, they made a profit, and he could also get a good commission.

"That's really wonderful! Praise you! Great Count Medici, your kindness is the most I have ever seen in my life."

How annoying.

"Yeah, yeah, now that we're done, let's go."

Green just felt annoyed and waved his hand to let the guy go. Of course, he was not kind enough to save others the travel expenses. It was just that these guys were not careful in transporting people. This kind of large-scale population migration was already difficult. If he really let this group of people go all the way to Gushan County, who knows how many people would die.

Although the contract stated that the payment was based on the number of people taken over, he still wanted to buy as many people as possible.

It's so outrageous that my mother opened the door for something outrageous. It's so outrageous. Can't you buy it even if you have money these days?

He really has a headache. The population cannot be increased by just saying a few words. If he wants to increase the population in a short period of time, he has to migrate and purchase people. However, the neighboring countries are still relatively stable at present.

Damn it, why is the Demon King's army so quiet this year? Fight! Damn it, fight! Destroy the country!

The outbreak of war will inevitably produce a large number of refugees, and nobles who are short of money will also sell people. At that time, Green can seize the opportunity to purchase a large number of people. Unfortunately, the Demon King's army did not make any trouble last year, and in recent years, they have only made small-scale fights, and there is no sign of the demon clan at all.

Come on, demons!

He really hoped that the demons could be more powerful, and it would be best if they could beat the principalities near the kingdom and make them cry for their parents but not die. But there was no other way. The Kingdom of Bema was naturally separated from the demons by other countries, and the only alien opponent was the demi-human.

Thinking that he had gone off topic a little, the maid outside knocked on the door frame, and Gebalin finally realized that he still had business to discuss.

"next."

Summon several other businessmen to come in and discuss things one by one.

Because he had to store as much as possible before winter, he also had to buy some food and weapons. The simple assembly line processing factory in Medici Territory had already produced a preliminary batch of weapons, but due to the problem of low quality, the price was suppressed by these merchants.

Green felt heartbroken as he spent all the golden coins. The unit price of these bulk goods was not high, but it was quite expensive for the hundreds of thousands of people in the Medici territory, plus hundreds of thousands of sub-humans.

Human rations must at least meet standards, and demihumans, due to their incentive system, must not be allowed to starve to death. Really, why can't demihumans eat dirt? It would be great if there were a race that could survive on dirt alone, yet still be highly obedient and pay for their own medical treatment when sick.

Uh, that sounds familiar.

A drop of cold sweat rolled down Green's forehead. Damn it, I can't think about it too much, or my defense will be broken.

His mood seemed to be getting worse, and Green really felt bad about spending too much money.

Fortunately, I saved some money here. The casino in the Royal Capital Casino owed me 30,000 gold coins and I couldn't pay it back. This time, the other party sold me a batch of food, plus various supplies, at a price slightly higher than the cost price. It was a small consolation.

"We have to form a caravan! Damn it! How can we stand being ripped off every year?"

"My title can be used to support several caravans."

Thinking of this problem, he felt it was even more troublesome. Doing business was not a simple matter. Even if one relied on a caravan from a great noble, he would be cheated if he was not smart.

Who's afraid of whom? There's more than one noble family!

"The question is who to look for? Rudeus was recently exiled, and he was assigned other tasks. Forget Kaiar, he has some education but not much. Forget the Shield Hero, well, he's an honest man."

"Flillian? This guy just wants to stay at home and read magic books. Sebastian will die if he keeps doing this when he's old."

There was no other way. Green could only hope to find some talents in SAO, or see if he could recruit some wandering knights or merchants when he went to the king after the new year. Tsk, there were too few available people. Green would have to find a reason to get Rudeus back later.

"Forget it, let's start with the basics and build a framework for a chamber of commerce."

"Should I consider using a carriage? No, the neighboring Principality of Belze seems to be able to import a kind of earth dragon that is relatively expensive, but easy to raise and has strong endurance."

"There are also caravan crew members, preferably some experienced ones, and a security team."

After thinking about it, Green decided to do another thing: to establish a business guild in Gushan County to manage the caravans coming in and out, and to use it as a base for his own caravans.

Chapter 63 New Year's Eve

The framework of the caravan is easy to set up, but it takes some time and Green cannot focus all his energy on this matter.

There are some government affairs that need to be carried out today.

The most important of these are the new marriage system for the territory and the further subdivision of the military system reform. In addition, Rudius was recently exiled, and it is estimated that he created industrial assembly line weapons with the idea of ​​redeeming his sins. Specifically, it changes the ancient master-apprentice teaching relationship and divides the weapons production process into cooperation.

Because blacksmiths are scarce, most of them are passed down from father to son, and it is generally difficult to get them to pass on their knowledge to apprentices outside. Even if the earl's identity is brought up, these stubborn guys are still unwilling to do so. It was not until Rudius took out his own otherworldly version of the stamping machine that these blacksmiths reluctantly agreed to Rudius's request in shock.

That is to teach different apprentices a certain forging process.

In a dome-shaped stone house resembling Patrick Star's, the burning flames were sending out sparks. The old blacksmith, with an unhappy look on his face, was watching the new recruits working hard at forging iron.

"Huo"

A wave of heat coming from the blacksmith shop made Green frown. This high temperature environment was hotter than summer. It was hard to imagine that these blacksmiths, whose physical fitness was not particularly good, could live in this environment for too long.

He decisively took off his clothes and handed them to the new werewolf maid beside him.

She was less than 1.6 meters tall, which was considered very short among the werewolves in the icefield.

Her snow-white hair fell to her waist, her fair skin was as soft as a baby's, but her petite figure was forced to have shallow cleavages under the tight maid uniform, and there was always a hint of resentment on her cute face.

"Hold on Setsuna."

While Green was listening to Rudius's story about the blacksmith shop, he threw his heavy clothes on the girl's face in a very rude manner and left her alone.

Just like a scumbag.

Asshole!!! Why did my sister want me to be a maid for this bastard noble? I'd rather go mining!

The girl was indignant, but she kept silent when she thought of her sister's instructions.

The focus shifted to the Earl, who didn't care about these details at all. He was talking to Rudius, the second traverser under his command who had made a mistake before. Then, Green directly called Rudius back in the name of the meeting. Others would not say anything about it. They also knew that Rudius could not be left at the border to gather dust for a long time.

"Lord Green, our new weapon forging method has been successfully verified." The young man seemed to have grown taller. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and excitedly recounted his achievements. "With the help of the magic forge, our weapon forging speed has greatly increased. I estimate that we will soon be able to produce weapons that meet the requirements of the territory."

"However, there is only one Magic Forge available right now. Currently, I'm the only one who can make it, and it's very time-consuming."

He pointed to his research and development results: a magic device that was more than two meters tall and had some similarities with a modern stamping machine. In addition to using magic crystals as energy, its core was two upper and lower metal plates in the center. This was something he had recently tinkered with in a small blacksmith shop on the border. It should be said that some people really have a future, and even when they were exiled, they still wanted to make something.

The metal plate can regularly forge the iron block, which greatly reduces the physical exertion of blacksmiths and speeds up the forging speed.

However, although they look similar, the principles are completely different. In Green's opinion, magic is really a bit beyond the power of thinking, and it is difficult to imitate it in mass production.

"Well done, Rudeus." Green stroked his chin. He'd really built himself an assembly line factory, hadn't he? What was this, otherworldly magic technology?

"You've worked so hard lately. You're only twelve years old, but you've already achieved such great results. You're truly worthy of your name."

The Earl expressed sincere admiration, thanking everyone who worked hard to earn his living. Even without a stamping press, the collaborative work of manufacturing weapons would have saved him a fortune. Damn it, time travelers truly deserved a beating from society.

Otherwise, how could it be so easy for those who are so arrogant to come and reform and do great things? Most importantly, Green wanted to let them know that this is Sir Alex's territory! He has the final say!

"Fuck, time traveler! I'm a time traveler, and I don't know what you bastards are thinking? Don't think that natives are stupid. Even real natives are just lacking in knowledge. They're not the idiots that most people imagine all nobles to be. They're just stupid and can't see the truth."

Now, isn't Rudeus doing well after being beaten up by society? He works hard for himself and does research, and even produces results.

"Nonsense! Lord Count, Lord Rudeus only speaks the good things. This weapon has no soul!!!"

The old man who was smoking leaf tobacco while watching the show suddenly couldn't help it for some reason. He sat up and ran over to criticize the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, holding the weapons made by the apprentices using the new forging method in his hands.

Rudeus's smile froze. Is this old man really telling tales?

He felt a little unhappy, but who could blame him for being an old man? The boy, who was used to respecting the elderly and loving the young, could only touch his nose and chuckle twice, admitting that it was boring.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Green laughed as soon as he saw it. What's the matter? Is there any big problem?

"Rudeus?"

The boy looked a little embarrassed, but he still spoke honestly.

"Well, there are indeed some problems. The defective rate of weapons is currently very high. However, I believe that as the apprentices' skills improve, the pass rate will definitely get higher and higher!"

"Is it."

The Earl replied with no objection.

To be honest, he did think that setting up factories was too advanced. This was a different world in the Middle Ages. Although there was magical technology, it was ridiculous to think that the traditional father-son inheritance of handicraft blacksmithing would jump to industrial blacksmithing. In his previous life, he often read novels and netizens complaining about such outrageous plots.

Because it is difficult to make it feasible. Some things are different in practice and in theory. Many writers may talk very well, but if you bring them into the real world and try to pitch a tent, they will be helpless. It is nonsense to think that running can be industrialized.

The blacksmith had an angry look on his face, and he pulled out a crooked-looking sword with both hands.

"Look, look, these weapons are basically substandard! Most of them have fatal flaws. They won't fetch a good price in the market!"

"For example, these greatswords, tsk tsk, their weights and lengths are all different, and even the blades have major issues. These apprentices' craftsmanship is so poor that they can't make them properly!"

The old blacksmith had a look of disgust on his face, and the weapon dog shook his head when he saw it. How could he get a good price for it if he put it on the market?

"Master, we have tried our best!"