Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 1089 Livestock Trade

After the magical illusion accompanied Gladys into the land of the main island of Sartosa, Dracnir signaled that Tornio could take action.

The passenger ship will stay in Sartosa for five days, which is enough time for Prince Caledor to figure out the situation of the Merchant Federation.

Dracnir and Tornio put on similar exquisite clothes and walked into a small tavern that was incompatible with the port environment.

The tavern is not large, and there are very few customers inside. A delicate-looking girl stands behind the table, her impeccable smile full of enthusiasm.

The human girl observed the two elves who entered as quickly as possible. The elf walking in front had a somewhat thin face. Although his eyes were calm, his eyes revealed a fierceness from time to time.

The elf in the back has a handsome face, a tall figure and an extraordinary temperament. Even though his face is easy-going, his aura of pride lingers.

The person who calls the shots should be this young elf.

The girl lowered her head to greet the visitor,

"You must be Mr. Tornio, and I am Vere, the manager of Piero's Tavern."

Tornio nodded, came to the table, ordered a glass of rum, and raised his eyebrows to ask the attendant.

"What do you want, the drinks here are even the Phoenix King will be greedy for when he comes here."

Weier smiled even more when she heard such boasting. Although she had never seen what the Phoenix King looked like, she felt that he was no different from the human Grand Duke and Prince. They were all a group of male creatures who were addicted to alcohol and lust.

Dracnir's brows jumped several times unconsciously. Although he knew that Tornio's words were just a joke, but using the Phoenix King's taste to praise a human tavern, did it seem that the elf monarch was too cheap?

"A glass of apple bar."

cider? Isn't that a drink for children? Weir was surprised that elves were good at drinking wine, but she had never seen an adult male elf come here to order cider.

Tornio waved his hand for Weir to get on the guy, and said with a flirtatious smile, "He is currently preparing for pregnancy. According to the instructions of the elf doctor, he cannot drink alcohol in the near future."

"I see, you must love your wife very much."

"How can I see it?"

"I've seen many people, even though they smell of alcohol and are drunk, still blame their wives for their childlessness."

Draconir shrugged and did not respond. Obviously, Weir was flattering the wrong person. The reason why the Caledor family has so few heirs cannot really be blamed on the woman.

Weir took out the rum and cider, and watched the two guests drink most of them before smiling even more.

"Your Excellency Tornio, the suitable seller has been contacted for the livestock transaction you entrusted to the Commercial Federation. The total number is three hundred sheep, three hundred camels, four hundred peacocks, four hundred beef cattle, and seven hundred draft horses.

Recently, there was also a customer who urgently needed to transfer a standard New World Merchant Ship due to poor management. "

The rather metaphorical code name made Drachnir and Tornio look at each other. The elf could communicate with the subtle movements of his eyes. In advance, Prince Caledor had also stated that he would use magic to ask questions in the captain's mind.

"The sheep are the Empire, the camels are the Arabians, the peacocks are the Southern Kingdom, the beef cattle are Kislev, the packhorses are Bretonnia."

Tornio nodded seasonedly and expressed that he was very satisfied with the amount, "Sure enough, cooperating with the merchants' federation is the fastest and most effective way to make a fortune. If I were to find the seller myself, I really don't know when I would be able to get two ships together. "

"Can you tell me what you want these animals to do? The Merchants Federation will reasonably allocate species proportions according to your needs."

"Cosqui is recently planning to open a lumberyard in Nagaros to cut high-quality wood to build ships. I need a certain number of livestock as a source of meat."

Weier's smile never stopped. The slave trade, which amounted to two thousand, was enough for her to make a lot of money as a liaison.

But then, Draconir's words caused her breathing to be disrupted.

"I have a mine granted by the Dragon Palace, located on the south side of the Iron Peaks. Well... I need a lot of livestock as a source of meat.

As you know, mining is hard work, and the environment in the north of Naggaroth is relatively harsh, so we need a group of healthy and meaty livestock. "

Weier asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

Draconir stuck his head out and looked around. After finding that no one was paying attention, he whispered in Weier's ear, "You know that His Highness the Dragon Prince got married recently, right?"

"Yes, the whole of Sartosa is happy for this." Regardless of whether it is true or not, Veer will use the same rhetoric when facing anyone.

"I am the distant brother of his wife Gladys. You should also know that His Royal Highness the Dragon Prince's married family is a common people. In order to highlight the wealth and power of the Caledor family, he sealed many things that were extremely precious to common people. given to the wife’s relatives.”

In order to prove the authenticity of his words, Dracnir took out a magic scroll from his robe and spread it out for Weir to see.

Weir has learned Elvish, but the text on the magic scroll is not accessible to normal intermediaries, but is in classical court language.

The girl thought about it for a long time, and finally shook her head with difficulty and made an apologetic expression, "Your Excellency, I need to ask the relevant departments. If this information is true, I can guarantee that you can get a batch of high-quality livestock."

Signaling the intermediary to take away the magic scroll, Dracnir gave Tornio a wink. This time he was prepared to use his hands empty-handed.

The mine exists on the south side of the Iron Mountains, but it is actually the royal mining area of ​​the Dragon Palace. It is rich in high-quality ores and warpstone for experimental purposes.

Imagine that when the cattle buyers don’t have so many gold leaf coins yet, but a valuable mine is so attractive, what will the merchants do?

However, fifteen minutes later, Weir, who returned to the table with the magic scroll, looked at Draconir as if he were seeing his biological father, and poured another glass of cider for the guests himself.

"The mine under your name may require more livestock than expected. The Merchants Federation has consulted the relevant departments of Caledo and learned that there is no formal mining equipment here. If you need this, we can Installation and maintenance services are provided at preferential prices.”

"How many animals can you provide?"

"Twelve thousand."

Drachnir thought, twelve thousand people... I didn't even find any relevant information in the recent dragon palace intelligence. It seems that the merchants' association involves a wider range of forces than imagined.

"Give me a specific number, including equipment installation and maintenance."

When it comes to business, Weir needs to brag about her high-quality products as much as possible. She asks Dracnir not to worry. No matter how glamorous she talks about, it can't compare to seeing it with her own eyes.

The Merchant Federation can meet all the needs of customers...