Hall of Lords.

The pine oil torches inserted in the walls for lighting crackled and burned.

Leftover food scraps were still on the table and had not been cleaned up.

The chubby butler stood in a cold sweat as he stood beside his master, Baron Dylan's seat, bowing his head, knowing that at this time, he should maintain the most humble and respectful attitude.

But no one really cares about him.

In front of Baron Dylan, the jar of white salt brought by Kant was already on the table.

Manid held it up and put it down.

Through the open seal, Baron Dylan could see the white flowers in the jar by the dim light, which were fine white salt, the finest condiments, luxury goods that only nobles could buy, and the most enthusiastic spell-casting materials for the mages in the mage tower who possessed extraordinary powers.

Slowly reaching in, Baron Dylan grabbed a pinch of white salt and scattered it like an hourglass in front of his eyes: "This is a good thing." His voice was still indifferent and cold, but there was also a hint of trilling.

"That's right, Uncle Dylan, as you can see."

Kant sat in his chair with a smile on his lips: "This is the deal I want to make with you." ”

Baron Dylan did not answer.

Instead, he narrowed his eyes, and a terrifying look appeared in his eyes, just like his attitude when he fought for his life on the battlefield, he took a deep breath to stabilize his emotions before slowly speaking: "Kant, what do you mean." ”

"Long-term trade." Kant spoke.

Baron Dylan looked up at him, "I ask you what you mean." ”

Feeling the prestige in his eyes, Kant did not have the slightest wave in his heart, and still said calmly: "Uncle Dylan, my aunt's family is a grain merchant in North County, and the trade route is along with South County and East County, I think this is your advantage. ”

Baron Dylan did not answer, still staring directly at Kant.

He suddenly realized that the child he had seen who seemed to be shy and knew how to act etiquette was no longer the Baron Kant sitting across from him.

"The salt trade." Baron Dylan muttered under his breath.

"That's right." Kant nodded.

"Salt mines have been found in your territory?" Baron Dylan continued.

"Yes." Kant chuckled, not hiding it.

Such a crisp answer made Baron Dylan silent for a moment before raising his head and looking at Kant: "How many jars of this white salt can you give me every week, I need an accurate number." ”

"10 cans." Kant spoke: "I promise it will be every week." ”

Baron Dylan looked at him deeply, and finally nodded, "Okay." ”

"Great cooperation, Uncle Dylan, I know you are my closest and most trusted uncle."

Kant smiled.

He is a smart man, and although Baron Dylan is a martial artist from a commoner's background, his low background does not affect his intelligence, whether it is business acumen or political acumen.

Being able to rise from a commoner to a knight and then to a baron is already a luxury that ordinary people can't imagine.

Baron Dylan did just that.

Looking at this baron who was still kind to him when he was a child, Kant had no waves in his heart, and still looked at him sincerely and said: "The only thing I can trust is you." ”

This is the truth, Kant is not lying.

Baron Dylan squinted, he looked at Kant, and nodded with the same expressionless face: "I am your mother's old deployment." ”

"I know." Kant nodded.

Having been in this world for so many years, he is not ignorant.

But this gimmick has long been of little use to him now, because his mother died of illness 15 years ago, and the deployment of the Lion Principality that had been brought about was also suppressed by the local nobles and turned into scum.

For example, Baron Dylan, who made an important contribution to saving the victory and defeat of the battle, could only be exiled to the desolate and barren stone pass to become a baron, and if it was a native lion principality, it was estimated that it was possible to carve out an area to establish a village on the fertile plains of South County, and the difference between the two was obviously unequal.

This is also why Kant came to him.

Born as a commoner, after a lot of hardships, in the end what he got was an unequal barren territory.

No one feels like what they give is proportional to what they give back.

Baron Dylan, of course, was not reconciled.

Looking at this middle-aged baron, Kant did not show any inner emotions, but looked at him sincerely: "Uncle Dylan, this may be the beginning of our success." ”

"That's right." Baron Dylan nodded, and he finally looked at Kant squarely.

Squinting slightly, he asked in a calm voice: "This trade is worth cooperating, but I want to know the specific details first." After a pause, he stared at Kant and said, "For example, how much does each jar of white salt cost?" ”

"50 large silver coins are 150 large silver coins cheaper than the white salt currently circulating in the market."

Kant spoke, but this answer made Baron Dylan's snort a little heavy.

Subconsciously clenched with one hand, Baron Dylan narrowed his eyes, looked into Kant's eyes and continued to say in a deep voice: "This kind of price of yours makes me a little confused. ”

In the Lion Duchy, the price of white salt is 200 large silver coins.

And in the exchange of goods, it is equivalent to the villages on the barren land of the northern county, and all the fields cultivated by the freemen and serfs, all of which add up and are the output of a full three years.

At the beginning, Kant was able to make the exclusive elite cavalry of Lion Castle work for 20 large silver coins.

Who can ignore the profit of 150 large silver coins per jar of salt now?

Kant curled the corners of his mouth.

But his face was still sincere: "I mean, of course, to sell you this white salt for 50 large silver coins per jar, my most respected Uncle Dylan." ”

"This..."Rao is Baron Dylan was mentally prepared, still speechless in shock.

10 cans of white salt per week, 150 large silver coins per jar of white salt.

1,500 large silver coins a week.

6,000 large silver coins a month.

That's 72,000 silver coins a year.

You must know that even the richest Lion Principality in the entire Principality of Lion, founded on the banks of the Reston Niston River, belonging to the direct domain of the king, and extremely prosperous in trade, can only reach 50,000 large silver coins in various taxes every year.

These taxes also have to remove all kinds of maintenance costs, personnel expenses, and it is good to get a net profit of 30,000 large silver coins.

But now, Baron Dylan is so easy, getting 72,000 large silver coins a year.

Really earning.

Baron Dylan clenched his fists.

He looked at Kant, and his original sanity suddenly vanished.

With a deep gasp, Baron Dylan smiled: "My most generous Xiaod, you know, in my honor, and in your mother's name, we will be the best partners." ”

"Of course, Uncle Dylan." Kant smiled, with great sincerity.

It's just that Baron Dylan's eyes flashed with a little coldness, but he forcibly suppressed it.

Salt mines in the Narun Desert.

This is indeed a coveted resource.

But he also needs to determine where this resource is, and whether it can be completely controlled by him.

Although he is the lord of the Solid Stone Pass, Baron Dylan knows his strength, and he belongs to the weakest group of lords in the northern county, not to mention the wealthy southern county and the eastern county that has stopped communication, and the strength of the lords can become strong.

This dinner is coming to an end.

With a smile on his face, Baron Dylan turned his head to glance at the cold sweaty butler next to him, and the appearance of standing with his head bowed satisfied him, this is an honest man who is taken by his threat.

And looking at Kant, he also asked: "My dear Xiaode, the news of the salt trade, others should not know, right?" ”

"No, no one knows."

Kant nodded, and at the same time shrugged his shoulders with a smile: "But Uncle Dylan, after your caravan starts operating, I think there will be many people who will know about it by then, and it is estimated that there will be a lot of trouble." ”

"It's okay, it'll be solved." Baron Dylan looked down and smiled, his face even brighter.

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