Max Weir was undoubtedly a warrior, but there was a slight detail difference that allowed Sullivan to distinguish Will from those guys.

Sitting posture - too upright.

Cultural education and etiquette are luxuries that gladiators and Qiu Ba have no chance to touch and cannot understand, and ruffians are always wrapped around such people.

There is no unappetizing body odor, sitting up straight, with a smile on his face that spices up the conversation, and a gentle and noble manner—not something that fools who don't distinguish between left and right, and who may not take a bath for a year, can do.

So, could this man be a knight under the command of a noble lord?

It is possible, after all, that the nobles were large customers of the slave trade, and that the knights under their command were more or less educated, able to recite poetry and writing, and to strictly observe the rules of etiquette, but this strict and rigid style seems to be-

[This...... Damn bastards】

While Sullivan on the other side pondered the identity of the visitor and his brain ached, Max Weir, who was smiling in the business room, was suffering from the pain of facial muscle spasms, and let out a heavy curse and sigh in his heart.

The main business is a professional soldier, and the messenger with nearly zero experience in business negotiation resists the business atmosphere from the bottom of his heart, and the big slave merchant who is shy of his overnourished belly also makes him unbearable. Due to the fact that the immediate supervisor did not have any orders for the possibility of transferring, and because there was indeed no one more qualified for this task on the spot, there was room for individual opinions and feelings to speak and decide in the face of the current situation.

"My master is in dire need of a boy, and as for the price—"

Forced to endure the next words, clenching the sharp pain in his heart. The messenger took out a piece of white paper made by V.E, which was rare on the market, and pushed the ink and hard quill pen on the table to the side of the paper.

"The host means that Mr. Sullivan will quote, what price are you willing to offer, please write it down, we will pay. ”

- Crazy.

Sullivan, who was slumped in his chair and unable to utter a syllable, had only one thought swirling in his head, and was already tired of the extravagant aristocratic businessmen spending a lot of money, but none of those who had great wealth dared to make a price completely to the other party, and the other party opened his mouth - this kind of crazy behavior.

Too advantageous when the benefits are in front of you. It often means that there is a trap ahead that is opening up for the fool who doesn't know the depths.

After years of business experience and seeing many examples of how the guy who dreamed of getting rich overnight ended up with himself, Sullivan had an instinctive wary reaction to what could be a pie-in-the-sky scam.

What's in the bait? a barbed hook, a deadly poison, or something else?

"Please, write as much as you want. ”

Imitate the graceful posture of the Supreme Commander in this situation. Will's mind was playing back and forth in a marquee about presenting facts at budget meetings, reasoning, rolling up his sleeves, rolling up his arms, staging "Go! Koshien", throwing a straight ball at a speed of 160 kilometers per hour -- a scene of all kinds of emotions covering the ups and downs, and firmly suppressed the urge to slap the table and jump up and cry and shout.

[When will the council be able to say so happily when allocating defense-related budgets?] Soul light!]

The mask of a calm smile covers the heart that is crying and hurting for the budget, and the smiling face without any flaws is full of spasmodic expression muscles.

An unhappy wrinkle appeared on Sullivan's forehead, and he glanced at the confident visitor again, grabbed the ink made from the squid ink with a quill and left the numerical symbol on the white paper.

400。

The reason for the lack of a monetary unit is that in this slave market, individual [goods] were often priced in two silver coins of similar value, Charlemagne the Petit Egü or the Albion Krona. Gold coins of higher value, such as the Great Eju, are mainly used to pay for goods at wholesale. Copper coins are largely nowhere to be found here because they are too fragmentary and charged for huàn. ...,

So, 400 little eccus or crowns. That's a whopping 100 silver coins more than the maximum price a bed slave can sell, and a sane customer will immediately understand that Sullivan didn't have the sincerity to negotiate the deal. A scammer with ulterior motives who intends to cheat money will also disappear from Sullivan with his tail between his legs because he cannot bear the high deposit equal to half of the selling price......

"Yes. ”

Will didn't look at the pieces of paper with the numbers written on them, and closed his eyes to let the perfectly warm black tea soak his tongue and his throat.

The visitor's calm response made Sullivan squirt out a mouthful of black tea, and the middle-aged man almost stripped naked and ran out on the street to shout and dance naked.

One silver coin can make 4 adults go to a slightly more luxurious restaurant to eat and drink. 500 EGU or kronor may be the sum of all the assets of one or two middle-class households.

This is used to buy a boy for this price...... Even if not insane, it is worth exploring whether the person who said this is sane and normal.

I said...... This...... That's 400 guineas. ”

A stiff voice of struggle squeezed out of his parched throat, and a unit of money and currency that was inextricably linked to the purchase of a single slave bore Sullivan's last struggle, hoping that no one could afford to buy a boy and that would push back the intractable visitor in front of him.

No matter how much money is taken seriously, there are so many gold coins piled up at home that the madman who can't spend them can only choose to retreat under the outrageous offer of 400 guineas of gold coins......

"Did I say I was going to pay the bill in the crown or the little ecu, and did Mr. Sullivan think that we can't afford to pay, and look down on us?"

He had a sharp smile like a knife on his face. The young man's retinue untied a few small pockets from his waist, and the golden head of Queen Mary Albion kept falling, and the dazzling golden light in the unique crisp sound of gold almost blinded Sullivan's eyes, and the slave merchant, who was accustomed to seeing big scenes and big storms, almost vomited a mouthful of old blood on the ceiling.

No one is at odds with money, and no merchant is going to be the enemy of a wealthy customer. The great slave merchant of Albion quickly picked up his chin, and his face was full of honest and flattering smiles. I don't know the wise saying "the customer is God, you make God unhappy, God will let you go to see him", the slave trader still does it almost perfectly.

Sullivan, who saw Shenma for the first time was a [big dog], didn't care about the slightest bit of envy, jealousy, and hatred, and didn't know anything about Will's arrhythmia that almost induced myocardial infarction, just greedily stared at the magical picture of more than a hundred Guinea gold coins placed in front of him.

The disappearance of the excuse that could be used in the end did not frustrate or bother Sullivan, although he was a merchant who relied on the gold coins and pedophiles of His Majesty Edward IV to secure his business and status, and if he found that the quantity of the goods was discreptuous, he could be put on the gallows. However, it was not uncommon for slaves and seafarers to die in accidents, battles, and epidemics during the voyage. Just find a reason to fool the past. Besides, Sullivan was a businessman, and his professional nature would never allow a windfall to slip away from his eyes. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) ),