"You mean that Irving is in contact with your men? Want to let you get along with him?" Sulun held a stick of iron to skewers and grilled them on the bonfire. The delicious sturgeon was coated with Sulunt's seasoning and roasted on the flames, emitting an attractive fragrance.

Johnson swallowed secretly and forced his eyes away from the roasted sturgeon inside and inside. "Yes, when we were with his caravan, he proposed to let us hang out with him, but I refused."

"It's good to eat." Sulun blew the grilled fish, then bit it on the fattest fish belly. The special seasoning and sweet and smooth fish meat were mixed together to bring the taste buds a top-notch enjoyment.

"Gurl." There was a sound of swallowing saliva heard beside him.

"Give you the seasonings, bake them yourself and don't be upset here." Sulun took out a small bottle of seasonings from his pocket and threw them to Johnson.

"Thank you!" Johnson grabbed the bottle in a panic, carefully took the bottle and sniffed it, then grinned at Su Lun, and left excitedly.

In a few mouthfuls, Su Lun rubbed his belly with satisfaction, picked up the ale next to him and took a few sips, then burped comfortably.

After dinner, Sulun asked Johnson to gather the savage warriors, had a short meeting, and then wandered back to sleep, completely turning a blind eye to Irving's small movements.

Originally, Irving was worried that Su Lun would come to the door, so he prepared a set of remarks, but what surprised him was that Su Lun did not respond. This made Irving a little confused, but he still did not give up recruiting the barbarians. After learning about Su Lun's rewards to the barbarians, he doubled the number of rewards and continued lobbying, and no other titles were mentioned at all.

Unexpectedly, this time he succeeded. The barbarian local buns he ignored yesterday actually agreed to his recruitment. However, although he agreed to recruit, Su Lun's consent was required to take these barbarian warriors away. However, in Irving's opinion, this was not a problem.

As the manager of the Bauhinia Chamber of Commerce, he is not an ordinary merchant. You should know that what he does involves weapons trade. Will ordinary merchants be able to do arms trade since ancient times? The owner of the Bauhinia Chamber of Commerce is Marquis Christman, and he also has close ties with the royal family. Otherwise, where did the war horses of the centaur tribes in the Thunder Knights of the Empire come from?

With the royal family and Marquis Christman, one of the four marquises, as the backstage, he didn't believe that Sulun, the pioneering nobleman, dared not give him face. So after confirming that the barbarian warriors agreed to his recruitment, Owen immediately came to Sulun to negotiate.

"What did you say? You want me to let those barbarian warriors go?" Su Lun slapped the table with an angry expression, as if he was about to take action in the next second.

"Hisser Sulun, I know that this matter will cause great losses to you, so I am willing to compensate for your losses." Owen's expression showed the noble etiquette to the fullest, as if he was a real nobleman.

Owen gently patted his palm, and a male servant behind him walked up, put the black wooden box in his hand on the table between the two, and then retreated respectfully.

"His Excellency Sulun, as long as you agree to let those savage warriors who are willing to leave, here the five hundred kinners are the support of the Bauhinia Chamber of Commerce for your pioneering territory."

As he said that, Owen gently opened the wooden box, revealing the box full of Jinnar. Sulun didn't say anything, and reached out to grab a handful of Jinnar. The heavy texture and cold temperature flashed with golden brilliance. The cute Jinnars were so tempting.

"It seems you have made a decision." Owen said with a smile on his face, like a spring breeze, sneering in his heart. He was another short-sighted nobleman. It seemed that this territory would not last long. Perhaps when his caravan came from Owent City again, the place would be ruined again.

When did you last encounter such a thing? Two years ago or three years ago? How did that territory come later? It seems that there is no trace at all. Thinking about it, the grass on the grave of that nobleman is three feet tall.

"I refuse!" Jinnar slipped from his hand and fell into the box again, and a pleasant metallic impact came.

"What?" Owen looked at the young nobleman in front of him in surprise, obviously not expecting Sulun would reject him.

"Dingdong Dingdong!" Jinnar's impact sounded in his ears.

Su Lun said in a serious tone: "Those barbarians are my private guards. They have accompanied me through so many bloody and corpses everywhere in the battlefield? They carry countless passionate glory. They are my most trusted comrades-in-arms, my closest companions, my life and death brother, do you understand?"

"You have to add more money!"

"Add another thousand jinars, plus two trucks of food." Owen took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to stabilize his emotions, and then a trace of contempt flashed across his eyes.

"Trade!" Su Lun slapped the table and said very readily, "But I want cash for 1,500 jinar, and the things must be delivered to me today, otherwise the transaction will be invalid!"

"Yes." Owen agreed directly and did not bargain with Sulun anymore. He didn't want to stay here for a quarter of an hour.

Not long afterwards, Owen sent his men to deliver the promised Jinnar and supplies, and even the noble etiquette was too lazy to be perfunctory, so he took the caravan and seventeen barbarian warriors to leave his territory.

After harvesting 1,500 jinars and 2,000 kilograms of grain again, Sulun was in a very good mood, didn't care about Irving's attitude at all, and personally sent the caravan out of the territory.

With 1,500 jinnars in hand, Sulun didn't plan to keep them. The money would not work. Although his territory is developing well, it has too little population. He is planning to buy some ordinary slaves for them to farm for themselves.

The price of this kind of serf is not high. One serf can buy two jinnars. This time he plans to buy five hundred serfs at one time. As for the remaining 500 jinnars, it is used to buy food.

Of course, he would not leave the territory now. Without him in the territory, who knows whether the werewolf will rebel and whether the monsters in the wilderness will take the opportunity to attack, so he can only let his subordinates go.

The candidate is the former mercenary leader Gene. Sulun just discovered that this timid mercenary leader is actually a talent. After officially joining his territory, Sulun discovered that there is a "trading" skill on Gene's attribute panel.
Chapter completed!