"Buy! Buy TM land!"

"I want it all!"

"No, I bought this and wanted to buy this. I'm going to have porridge this month."

Musilon was once very prosperous. In most cases, a vampire lord ruled a territory, which was often more prosperous than the rule of human aristocrats. Vampires actually demanded very little of their living people, just blood and work. Vampires had more vampire lords to increase their income. Their long and eternal lives allowed them to accumulate huge wealth.

This is also the reason why Musilon is so prosperous.

The rush to buy took over one wave after another, and Jerod's sword also drank the blood of the fallen people. The thieves set their sights on these goods. What the powerful kingdom knights had to do was to capture these thieves and kill them.

Next to the stall, a rather luxurious carriage was shaking gently, and the fat businessman before was inside. After he entered, the carriage kept shaking, and the carriage was shaking as long as the summer promotion took place.

"Hey, you dead man, look, you are not as good as a fat man weighing hundreds of pounds!" A woman in her forties saw the carriage shaking constantly, so she took the opportunity to mock her husband.

"Who knows what medicine the fat guy took?" The man looked a little angry and embarrassed: "Enough, if you don't want to buy things, we'll go home."

The carriage was still shaking, and bursts of sounds came from it, which made people imagine.

"Yeah ~"

"Yeah ~"

There was always a whimpering sound in the carriage, but inside the heavy curtains, it was not what people imagined.

Everything is an illusion of magic. Ryan sat in the middle of the carriage. He observed the hot-selling scene and said to Veronica sitting on his lap: "Let's think about what it takes to make siege equipment?"

"Hehe~ah!" Veronica shouted intentionally, then the witch Jialan shouted softly, stretched out her pink fist and hammered Ryan's chest with a little shame: "Stop!"

"I'm not kidding you, Veronica, stop playing." Ryan stretched his hand out from under Veronica's skirt, and said to Teresa, who was also sitting beside him: "Tresa, what do you think?"

"First of all, we can be sure that it takes a lot of materials and the help of living people to create siege equipment. Zombies and skeletons, the main labor force of the undead, cannot complete the manufacturing of siege equipment." Teresa wore the ugly hook nose on her face. The sorcerer sat bent her legs bent and said carefully: "Also, siege equipment requires a lot of materials."

"You're talking nonsense, Trovik." Veronica said impatiently: "Everyone can think of these things."

"Then what are your opinions? Veronica?" Theresa was immediately aroused by Veronica. The tit-for-tat confrontation between the sorcerer and the witch made Ryan a little troubled. Their roles around Ryan were indeed a bit too similar, so the relationship was extremely poor. This kind of grudge was accumulated from childhood to adulthood. Ryan had completely given up on their plan to reconcile them.

"There are three key points for manufacturing giant siege equipment, namely enough venues, a large amount of materials and excellent craftsmen. Now in a state of war, Musilon's chaos determines that the place where siege equipment is made must be blocked, so we need to first figure out what places are not allowed to enter and exit in this city." Veronica analyzed.

Veronica's analysis was very clear. Ryan nodded repeatedly when he saw this, so he reached out and signaled the witch hunter to come over, and then whispered in his ear.

"I understand." Abel nodded repeatedly, and then he began to try to talk to the guests who were waiting in line.

This starts very easy, and someone soon told Abel what places you cannot go to in the city, namely the Melovin Castle as a castle, the dock by the sea of ​​the city, the necromancer assembly in the city, and the library.

Abbot easily came back and told Ryan.

"Aber has figured out for us that there are three places in the entire city that are not allowed to enter and exit, namely the Melovin Castle in the Neiburg, the dock at the city pier, and the library and several places where vampires gather." Ryan nodded, and he hid in the carriage and continued: "Obviously, the siege equipment that vampires want to make cannot be manufactured in the library or the assembly site. Then the place where siege equipment is most likely to be manufactured is the Melovin Castle, or the dock, or... outside the city."

"The space for manufacturing siege equipment is large enough, and a large number of people and materials are required to enter and exit. It is impossible for the undead to hide and repair it. Ryan, we need to understand the direction of the materials, including enough wood, stone, and a small number of magical materials." Teresa sat next to Ryan, and she continued to analyze: "Then what we need to figure out next is that where these materials go, the most likely place to manufacture siege weapons. It is unlikely that in the city, it should indeed be outside the city."

"Very good, then it's my turn to move out next." Ryan tidied up his mask and waited for the opportunity to appear.

"Yeah~" Veronica started again. Ryan reached out and gently pinched the beautiful feet of the witch Jialan's fleshy shredded feet. He held the little feet with red nail polish in the palm of his hand: "Shut up, otherwise I really have to try that feeling in the carriage."

Veronica then closed her mouth.

The "steam summer promotion" carefully prepared by Ryan did not last long. Because of the promotion of goods and the shortage of goods, this grand event was destined to be short-lived and came soon. The citizens who bought it smiled and the people who lined up for a long time were very unhappy. They rushed over one after another, cursing and trying to squeeze in front to see if there were any. Some people who wanted to ask Ryan to argue and ask when the next summer promotion would be.

Ryan took the opportunity in turn and said to everyone around him: "Ladies and gentlemen, most of my goods have been sold out. I do have a little bit on my hands, and I am willing to continue selling them to you, but before that, can I allow me to make a request?"

"Tell me!" "What do greedy businessmen want to know?" Many people heard that the fat businessmen had the last bit of goods, so they shouted loudly, with hatred and greed on their faces.

"That's right, I'm a businessman. I came to Musilon this time to do business. I don't want me to go back to Marinburg empty-handed. I have always heard that Musilon produces high-quality hardwood and good stone. Where can I buy these things?" Fatty businessman Gabb Newell spread his hands, and he said in a daze, shaking his beard on his face.

"Hey~ Marinburg merchants, where do you hear that Musilon is rich in hardwood and stone? This is Musilon! This is the swamp, and our specialties here are all kinds of special crops in the fertile swamp, as well as snails and frogs in the swamp." A citizen said with a sneer, his face full of contempt and mockery: "Maybe you can buy some snails and frogs back to Marinburg? If the road is not broken."

There are two special professions in Musilon, namely the swamp husband and the frog wife. The swamp husband is a professional snail catcher and frog hunter. Their profession name comes from an obscure dialect, which means swamp man or frog hunter. All creatures in the swamp are legally owned by the lord. Being a swamp husband requires at least the acquiescence of the local nobles. Some aristocrats require long-term apprenticeship experience and oaths, and are allowed to hunt in the lord's swamp when they can claim to be swamp husbands. They are often tough people who are good at finding snails and frogs, and their work is cumbersome and time-consuming.

The swamp husband is usually male, but some nobles allow girls with particularly sharp observation and agility to marry skilled men to hunt, and these girls are called frog wives.

Living in a corrupt environment for a long time, the hearts of Musilon's human beings have been distorted by corruption - whether it is chaos or vampires, the residents here are full of viciousness, bloodthirsty and depravity. They often conduct taboo dark rituals, calling for the dark gods that are forbidden to worship in the outside world. Ryan thought that if Musilon's residents were judged in Brittany, nearly 80% of the residents would probably be sentenced to hang.

"Oh, my friends, snails and frogs may be your specialties, but I don't need this, I don't know how to preserve and sell them, Marinburg has no tradition of eating these things." Ryan looked helpless: "This is not a good business, I don't think I need them."

"So you just have to look for hardwood and stone? Out-of-towners?" Some citizens shouted impatiently.

"No, no, no, I buy everything, I just ask, you know, I don't have a few chances to come to Musilon, I don't want to go back empty-handed, listen, I have to pay a large tariff every time I come here, I..." The fat man's rattle was annoying, so someone interrupted him quickly: "Enough! Outsiders, we don't have time to listen to you chatter here. If you want to buy hardwood and stone, you should go to Old Dyke, who specializes in this business."

"Old Dyke?" The fat businessman immediately signaled everyone to be quiet.

"Sell the goods to me, otherwise I won't tell you!" said the person who spoke.

"Trade." The fat big hand reached out and shook hands with the man.

This man looked less than forty years old and had already entered middle-aged life. He and Ryan came to a street corner, and the middle-aged man whispered again: "Listen, out-of-towner, you want to find Old Dyke. He is a man who is responsible for buying and selling this. Musilon is a swamp here. We lack a lot of resources. Therefore, our undead master appointed several people to be responsible for these things, and Old Dyke is one of them."

"Okay, keep going, I'm listening, you say, I'll listen." Ryan quickly put his hands on his hips and lowered his head to express his attention.

"Old Dyke's shop is here and then turn right. You'll see a huge bat logo. Remember, don't say it was me." The middle-aged man's mouth seems to have been specially trained, and not many people can speak clearly like him: "But your hope may be dashed, out-of-towners, someone is buying this on a large scale recently."

"Well~ It's okay, we can talk about something else." Ryan stretched out his hand: "Thank you very much, brother."

"Who is your brother? I just want the goods, sell it to me quickly." The middle-aged man slapped Ryan's fat hand. Ryan didn't care. He signaled Jerold who followed him to take out a bag: "Where is your gold coins?"

"Hey! Isn't my news worth so much?" The middle-aged man cursed and took out a bag of golden crowns from his body.

"You are talking about selling the goods to me, not delivering the goods to me, this gentleman."

"Oh, okay, okay, or you can trade your life?" The middle-aged man suddenly pulled a dagger out of his sleeve, and the pointed dagger stabbed straight into Ryan's face.

The cold light reflected from the dagger was already shining on Ryan's face.

Ryan subconsciously retreated, his face a little surprised, his fat body couldn't control himself and was about to fall down. He screamed a few times, looking like he couldn't do anything to train.

"Clang!" Jerod's sword was faster. The butler dressed as a kingdom knight pierced the middle-aged man's chest just as the dagger was raised, and the blood spurted out on the ground. The middle-aged man glanced at Jerod in disbelief and died.

"Hey, don't kill people!" Ryan complained dissatisfiedly: "Music brings wealth!"

Then the fat businessman immediately signaled the two witch hunters to come up and strip the middle-aged man and take away all the valuable things on him. While slapping the dust on his body, he continued, "Let's go see that old Dyke."

After Ryan and others left, dark creatures and low-level vampires immediately came out to compete for their blood and eat their flesh in the depths of the alley.

In Musilon, murders often occur openly on the streets, and everyone is no longer surprised by this.

Deep in the alleyway, two bodies in black robes stared at the fat merchants who continued to hawk, and whispered: "Are you still suspicious of him? He is just a businessman. Judging from his performance just now, he has not received training at all."

"But I just think something is wrong with him. This businessman, Gab Newell, was too coincidental." Another man in black robe revealed his true face. He was Marthurbard. The young ranger knight did not choose to be transformed into a vampire in a hurry. His human identity is useful.

Akhan left a giant dark magic ceremony on him, which would be the key to his future destruction of Brittania: "Don't you find it strange? The merchant appeared shortly after the Red Duke and his army set out, and after several years of disappearance, he is now wandering around and inquire about the news."

"It is very normal for a businessman to not want to return empty-handed, my sir." Another man in black robes retorted: "He is the trading partner of the von Castein family. Manfred is now working with us. If we do something wrong, the already fragile relationship between the master and Manfred will be destroyed by your recklessness!"
Chapter completed!