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Chapter 20.1: Knight, Merchant, Mercenary, Slave (5)
Thanks to Eldans, Goran was convinced. It was a situation that might have aroused suspicion had it not been for his usual behavior.
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“Where did the information leak from? Did you buy something expensive?”
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“No. . . not really. Just common items. Though they could be sold for a good price if taken to the market. . .”
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Barley and wheat bought from a town in the northern part. These were goods to be sold or traded in the town of Rutzbeck. It was here that he had learned that barley and wheat were currently fetching high prices in Rutzbeck.
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Additionally, animal hides acquired from a town in the south. Fortunately, he managed to obtain well-tanned bear hides from a hunter. Though costly, they were a gift worthy of the nobles who favored his trading house.
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“Is that all?”
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“Yes. . .”
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“Doesn’t seem worth attacking over. Anything else? Another reason for coming here?”
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“Well, there were a few letters to be delivered to a trading house branch in the southern city. . .”
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“What’s in the letters?”
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“I don’t know the contents.”
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Tampering with sealed letters was an act that could dishonor the trading house.
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“And they weren’t even important letters. If they were, they wouldn’t have been entrusted to me.”
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As Count Jarpen’s realm grew uneasy and signs of fiefdom wars loomed, Eldans planned to rest after this trading trip.
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An experienced merchant didn’t abruptly cease visits even when war seemed imminent. He informed the towns he owed favors to in advance and conducted his final trades. A merchant who left without a word couldn’t be trusted. Relationships forged with each town were sometimes more important than life itself.
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‘The letters are already delivered, too late to do anything now. No way to find out.’
“But aren’t they your spoils of war, Sir Knight?”
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“They are my spoils, so I must take responsibility. Let’s not just abandon them.”
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“N-No!”
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The two mercenaries screamed. With a broken leg, what were they supposed to do here? Though it was a plain, there was a forest nearby.
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“Please show mercy, sir! We won’t do such things again!”
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“Mercy? You want me to kill you?”
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Johan gripped his mace. Being torn apart alive by beasts might be better than a clean death.
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“No. . . that’s not what I mean. . .”
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“Shut up! If you don’t want to die here.”
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Goran’s mercenaries roughed up the attackers. Without Johan, they would have been executed immediately. No mercenary would let go of someone who attacked first.
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“The rest of the spoils will be turned into money and shared upon reaching the city.”
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“Really?”
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“It wasn’t a solo fight.”
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What would have been obvious from a high-ranking person became generous and merciful. The mercenaries brightened up at Johan’s words. It was an unexpected bonus.
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‘He’s nicer than I thought, isn’t he?’
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‘That knight dastard we saw last time was terribly grumpy. . .’
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Chapter 20.1: Knight, Merchant, Mercenary, Slave (5)
Thanks to Eldans, Goran was convinced. It was a situation that might have aroused suspicion had it not been for his usual behavior.
ᅠ
“Where did the information leak from? Did you buy something expensive?”
ᅠ
“No. . . not really. Just common items. Though they could be sold for a good price if taken to the market. . .”
ᅠ
Barley and wheat bought from a town in the northern part. These were goods to be sold or traded in the town of Rutzbeck. It was here that he had learned that barley and wheat were currently fetching high prices in Rutzbeck.
ᅠ
Additionally, animal hides acquired from a town in the south. Fortunately, he managed to obtain well-tanned bear hides from a hunter. Though costly, they were a gift worthy of the nobles who favored his trading house.
ᅠ
“Is that all?”
ᅠ
“Yes. . .”
ᅠ
“Doesn’t seem worth attacking over. Anything else? Another reason for coming here?”
ᅠ
“Well, there were a few letters to be delivered to a trading house branch in the southern city. . .”
ᅠ
“What’s in the letters?”
ᅠ
“I don’t know the contents.”
ᅠ
Tampering with sealed letters was an act that could dishonor the trading house.
ᅠ
“And they weren’t even important letters. If they were, they wouldn’t have been entrusted to me.”
ᅠ
As Count Jarpen’s realm grew uneasy and signs of fiefdom wars loomed, Eldans planned to rest after this trading trip.
ᅠ
An experienced merchant didn’t abruptly cease visits even when war seemed imminent. He informed the towns he owed favors to in advance and conducted his final trades. A merchant who left without a word couldn’t be trusted. Relationships forged with each town were sometimes more important than life itself.
ᅠ
‘The letters are already delivered, too late to do anything now. No way to find out.’
“But aren’t they your spoils of war, Sir Knight?”
ᅠ
“They are my spoils, so I must take responsibility. Let’s not just abandon them.”
ᅠ
“N-No!”
ᅠ
The two mercenaries screamed. With a broken leg, what were they supposed to do here? Though it was a plain, there was a forest nearby.
ᅠ
“Please show mercy, sir! We won’t do such things again!”
ᅠ
“Mercy? You want me to kill you?”
ᅠ
Johan gripped his mace. Being torn apart alive by beasts might be better than a clean death.
ᅠ
“No. . . that’s not what I mean. . .”
ᅠ
“Shut up! If you don’t want to die here.”
ᅠ
Goran’s mercenaries roughed up the attackers. Without Johan, they would have been executed immediately. No mercenary would let go of someone who attacked first.
ᅠ
“The rest of the spoils will be turned into money and shared upon reaching the city.”
ᅠ
“Really?”
ᅠ
“It wasn’t a solo fight.”
ᅠ
What would have been obvious from a high-ranking person became generous and merciful. The mercenaries brightened up at Johan’s words. It was an unexpected bonus.
ᅠ
‘He’s nicer than I thought, isn’t he?’
ᅠ
‘That knight dastard we saw last time was terribly grumpy. . .’
Chapter 20.1: Knight, Merchant, Mercenary, Slave 5Thanks to Eldans, Goran was convinced. It was a situation that might have aroused suspicion had it not been for his usual behavior.Where did the information leak from? Did you buy something expensive?No. . . not really. Just common items. Though they could be sold for a good price if taken to the market. . .Barley and wheat bought from a town in the northern part. These were goods to be sold or traded in the town of Rutzbeck. It was here that he had learned that barley and wheat were currently fetching high prices in Rutzbeck.Additionally, animal hides acquired from a town in the south. Fortunately, he managed to obtain well-tanned bear hides from a hunter. Though costly, they were a gift worthy of the nobles who favored his trading house.Is that all?Yes. . .Doesn't seem worth attacking over. Anything else? Another reason for coming here?Well, there were a few letters to be delivered to a trading house branch in the southern city. . .What's in the letters?I don't know the contents.Tampering with sealed letters was an act that could dishonor the trading house.And they weren't even important letters. If they were, they wouldn't have been entrusted to me.As Count Jarpen's realm grew uneasy and signs of fiefdom wars loomed, Eldans planned to rest after this trading trip.An experienced merchant didn't abruptly cease visits even when war seemed imminent. He informed the towns he owed favors to in advance and conducted his final trades. A merchant who left without a word couldn't be trusted. Relationships forged with each town were sometimes more important than life itself.The letters are already delivered, too late to do anything now. No way to find out.'But aren't they your spoils of war, Sir Knight?They are my spoils, so I must take responsibility. Let's not just abandon them.N-No!The two mercenaries screamed. With a broken leg, what were they supposed to do here? Though it was a plain, there was a forest nearby.Please show mercy, sir! We won't do such things again!Mercy? You want me to kill you?Johan gripped his mace. Being torn apart alive by beasts might be better than a clean death.No. . . that's not what I mean. . .Shut up! If you don't want to die here.Goran's mercenaries roughed up the attackers. Without Johan, they would have been executed immediately. No mercenary would let go of someone who attacked first.The rest of the spoils will be turned into money and shared upon reaching the city.Really?It wasn't a solo fight.What would have been obvious from a high-ranking person became generous and merciful. The mercenaries brightened up at Johan's words. It was an unexpected bonus.He's nicer than I thought, isn't he?'That knight dastard we saw last time was terribly grumpy. . .'
