Although such a plan was arranged, it was not easy to exchange all the gold for cocoa beans that could be circulated in Aztland. Amy and others searched all the surrounding city-states, but they did not find a merchant who could acquire such a large amount of gold. I think it was true that these gold was exchanged by the Pocht cartels with the one-year tribute paid to the Sun King by the states. They were not the kind of wealthy merchants who could easily convert these gold into circulating currency such as cocoa beans.

This is probably the most frustrating day for gold. Amy is unwilling to exchange those thick gold jewelry for cocoa beans, so she only chose some small ones to sell at the stalls. Although these gold jewelry are light in weight, they are more valuable in Aztland. Because of this, few people can afford the price of these gold jewelry. In addition, Amy and her group are not specialized in selling jewelry, and lack fame, so the traffic flow is even smaller. The pirates set up stalls on the market for several days before finally selling three or four copies.

It was not until this time that Amy understood why the Pocht Cartel was unwilling to exchange these exquisite gold jewelry for more valuable rough jewelry on the grounds of "time". Gold in Aztland is not currency, but goods. No matter how good the goods are, they have to be sold and exchanged into currency to have value.

Although it was far less than expected, Amy could only use the cocoa beans he obtained as principal. The insufficient part could only be sold along the way to supplement it.

She chose several people from Lubeck's prisoners who had done business and were willing to assist. This was not a difficult task. The captives had been detained for several months, in exchange for freedom. Not to mention letting them go out to do business, even if they were asked to go out to carry sedan chairs for people, they would have to rush to. Amy formed two caravans of these people, each carrying a portion of the principal and goods, and under the protection of the pirates, they would go free trade in Aztland. The remaining one thousand main forces were all carried by Amy himself, escorting the remaining goods, and starting the trade journey in a mighty manner according to the route provided by the Pocht Cartel.

A few days later, a small state on the coast of Aztland.

"What did you say?" Amy slapped his palm on the table in front of a shop owner. "How much does ten boxes of obsidian cost? You say it again?"

This is the largest obsidian shop in this city-state. Several majestic Aztlan warriors stood around the owner. Amy just slapped the table, and they stared at them and threatened Amy to retreat.

The shop owner shook his feet and slowly raised his head from behind the stall: "Six cocoa beans. Six, six, six, six, ten minus four are also the same number."

"I know what the number is six! I mean, ten boxes of obsidian actually cost six cocoa beans?"

"Is there any problem?"

Amy took out the information written by Pocht Cartel to him and showed one of the pages to the shop owner: "Don't think we are foreigners and are easy to cheat! I've already inquired before coming here. If you buy obsidian from here, you can only need three cocoa beans at least!"

The shop owner sat up, looked carefully at the handwriting on it, smiled, and lay back.

"It turned out to be introduced by Pochtekat. Well, for his sake, I'll give you a little cheaper."

"Three?"

The shop owner raised a palm: "Five."

"What are you kidding? Five, still doubled!"

"My friend from afar, you are good at math, but you haven't doubled it, but you have become the original five-thirds. One-third of the gap is six-thirds. This one-third gap must not be omitted. Saving it is the gap between making money and losing money."

"Why is it so expensive to sell to me?"

"Friends, the price of the product has been floating all the time. Maybe your friend was still three cocoa beans when he came here, but now it has risen to five cocoa beans."

"Forget it." Amy put it away and put it on the table. "Let's go to another stall to purchase goods."

"You ask the whole city, it's the price." The shop owner said lazily, "Believe me, this box of obsidian is worth the price."

Amy glanced at the shopkeeper and clearly identified the mockery on his face. She understood that this was bullying them as outsiders. She wanted to get the goods at the price of the Pocht cartel, and it would be impossible not to make friends with the local merchants first.

"Don't look at it anymore. I've already reduced it for you to be acquaintances. If you don't buy it, go to another place." The owner waved his hand and drove the person away, "If you don't have money, don't stand there stupidly, as it will affect my business."

Amy smiled stiffly.

"Brother, we are new to us and do not know the price of these goods. Here is a gift for you, I hope you can forgive me."

"oh?"

Hearing the gift, the shopkeeper raised his lowered head slightly. The next second, a fireball whizzed past his ears, and after burning half of his hair, a black shadow fell on the wooden wall behind him. Before the Aztlan bodyguards could react, a hundred soldiers from the pirate kingdom rushed in and filled the entire shop.

Amy held a ball of fire in her palm and stared at the shop owner coldly.

"Boss, I have a bad temper. I'll give you another chance, ten boxes of obsidian, how much does it cost?"

The owner's voice was trembling: "This is... the magic of the Third Age, and it is the magic of flame?"

"I'm asking how much is ten boxes of obsidian." Amy's mouth spitted out a fog and pushed her head forward to the shopkeeper's eyes. "Your store is made of wood, right? You have good arithmetics. Do you want to calculate for me again? Two cocoa beans, and your house, which is more valuable."

The flame swayed in Amy's hands from time to time, as if assisting Amy intimidation.

"Three!" The shop owner raised his hands in panic, "Three is enough!"

Amy shook his hand up and down, and the fire went out. She turned around and gave a wink, and the soldiers squeezed into the warehouse behind the owner and moved boxes of obsidian out.

Amy walked out of the shop and breathed a long sigh into the sky.

"I accidentally got angry again. I didn't have that much anger when I was in Constantine."

"No matter how much it is, it's good to make money." Neilmar, who was born in the Guard, followed behind, "If it's changed to me, this store has been looted by me now."

"Don't cause trouble!" Amy hurriedly stopped him. "Your Majesty is here to open up trade routes. If you set up enemies randomly, you might ruin her business."

"They have to know each other." Estrard said, "Nermar, you have a good temper. If it were me, I will now capture the entire city-state!"

"It's not impossible not to make a big deal." Ulf said with a smile, "It's not impossible to secretly throw a bottle of ocean fire into it at night without a trace."
Chapter completed!