Chapter 1127 A win-win transaction (seeking a monthly ticket)
~Date:~October 07~
The barbarian warrior beat his chest with his hands, bowed respectfully, his voice trembling with excitement, and said loudly: "Our tribe has been waiting for you for a long time."
His waist was bent almost at ninety degrees, and he retreated for more than ten seconds before standing up again - this is the most solemn courtesy between barbarians.
The goblin sitting on the donkey's back snorted proudly, as if he deserved the barbarian's courtesy.
At the same time, as a arrogant and adventurous and speculative spirit, a shrewd goblin businessman, he secretly cursed in his heart: These fools are all stupid in their minds~!
They were so happy to see me, which fully demonstrated their thirst for salt and exposed their trump card.
It seems that if you don’t raise the price three to five times this time, you will be sorry because your IQ is superior to theirs~!
The goblin thought and waved his hand casually.
The men put away the leather bags containing the salt.
The savages kept watching eagerly, staring at the bag until it was put back on the pack horse, and then they reluctantly looked away.
Salt is an extremely precious thing to them.
When you eat with this thing, the food will not be difficult to swallow, and if you eat this thing, you will have strength.
Not to mention, with salt, you can pickle food and preserve those things for a longer period of time without rotting.
But it is a pity that they do not know how to make these salts. Therefore, they can only import them from human areas in large quantities.
However, because the roads are rugged and long-distance transportation costs are extremely high, and there are countless thieves in the mountains, the risk of transporting salt is high.
Under these various conditions, although the price of salt remains high, there are still very few salts that can be transported in from outside.
Not to mention. After years of war, the Ruman Empire frantically wielded the economic stick and imposed an extremely severe trade embargo on them. As a strategic material, salt ranked first among the embargoed commodities.
This further highlights the preciousness of these salts. In many places, a small bag of salt can be exchanged for several fat wives (because of the harsh living environment, these barbarians all regard being fat as a beauty. If you praise someone for being enchanting or charming, etc.
, it is quite a serious insult to them, and they may even dare to fight you on the spot.).
Therefore, after seeing the salt brought by the goblin merchants, the attitude of the barbarians led by them immediately changed greatly.
He bowed respectfully and said: "Dear Mr. Yinguang, please come with me."
"Lead the way." The goblin muttered carelessly, secretly making up his mind: This time he must wave his knife and kill these brainless guys~!
The barbarian warriors sandwiched the goblin packhorse team in the middle. They danced their weapons happily and sang generous and heroic barbarian folk songs loudly, escorting the goblins to their tribe.
The packhorse team struggled for two or three hours along the winding mountain path that only goats could recognize and walk on the slippery slopes covered with ice and snow. When everyone felt exhausted, they finally arrived at Hanze
Helm tribe.
This was because there were more than a dozen barbarian warriors pulling him back and forth, otherwise the goblins wouldn't be able to find their way.
In a valley surrounded by mountains, the settlement of the Hanzeheim tribe is revealed.
From the perspective of Goblin Silverlight, the size of this tribe is still medium among barbarians. There are about three to five thousand people, which is equivalent to a human town. Simple houses made of stones, branches and furs are scattered everywhere.
The whole valley.
These houses only have one doorway for entry and exit, and a curtain made of animal skin is hung on the door to block the wind and snow.
In the middle of the valley, there is a stone building several times larger than other houses. It is the residence of the tribal leader.
The barbarians escorting the goblins stopped outside the valley, blew the horns in their hands, and then quickly ran in to report the news.
Soon the whole tribe became commotion. Men, women, and children ran out of their houses and crowded towards the gate.
In less than a quarter of an hour, a team of thousands of people walked out of the camp to greet the goblin silver light.
The leader was a stocky barbarian with a beard and hair like a lion. His voice was loud and loud: "Welcome, in the name of Rohan, welcome my friend. I am Zell, the leader of Hanzeheim."
Tan, they all call me Zeltan the Lion.”
His voice was so loud that Goblin Silver Light was unaware of it, and his ears were buzzing from his voice.
The excited patriarch ran over and hugged the goblin on the donkey so passionately that the goblin couldn't breathe. Then he held the goblin's hand and shook it up and down.
Yin Guang felt that his thin body was almost shaken to pieces.
"I didn't die in the bad weather, but I had to die in the hands of these enthusiastic barbarians, hateful and vulgar pigs." Goblin Silver Guang cursed in his heart, and he drove back to miss his comfortable house in Ruman.
But then, his face put on the most sincere smile that the goblins would have when lending money, and said: "Ah, my dear Chief Zeltan, I am glad to see you."
"Please, please come inside." Chief Zeltan couldn't help but said, pulling the goblin's donkey and walking inside. The strong green donkey was dragged into the camp by the strong force of the chief.
Along the way, the barbarians sang and danced around the goblin packhorse team, as if they were celebrating a festival.
Chief Zeltan cleared the entire packhorse team into the big house in the center of the camp. A bonfire was burning on the ground in the middle of the house to drive away the cold air of ice and snow.
Chief Zeltan grabbed the goblin Silver Guang's hand as soon as he entered the door, as if he was afraid that he would run away, and shouted to his men gathered in front of the door: "Rejoice, boys, Mr. Silver Guang has brought us the salt we urgently need. I
Announce that we will hold a grand Mr. Silver Light celebration tonight."
The residents below suddenly burst into cheers.
Goblin Yin Guang hurriedly waved his hand and said: "No hurry, my noble patriarch, let's finish the business first, and you can play whatever you want in the evening."
Chief Zeltan rubbed his thick palms and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, you are absolutely right, boys. Go and take out all the treasures you have hidden. Delicious salt and beautiful jewelry are waving to you.
.”
The goblin's men unloaded the goods from the packhorse and placed them in front of them.
The barbarians dispersed in a hurry and went back to take out the treasure they had pressed under the bed. They rushed back to the goblins to exchange salt and goods.
Due to the blockade and embargo by the Ruman people, there is a shortage of salt, and now the price is comparable to gold. Moreover, there is still a situation where there is a price but no market.
When the barbarians ran back, they all held the most precious things in their homes.
The most common of these is animal fur.
Because the barbarians had hunted for many years and brought too many furs, they were already dark-hearted. The goblin who planned to exchange one skin for half a pound of salt had a sudden change and decided to raise the price again: a complete bear skin.
Replace it with half a pound of table salt.
In Ruman, a pound of salt is only worth a few dozen copper coins, but a complete bear skin is worth nearly fifty gold coins. The middle is a huge profit of hundreds of times.
But even so, those barbarians still grinned with their big mouths full of yellow teeth and kept having fun, looking at the goblins as if they were looking at a fool.
The price of the salt they bought before was not much different from that now. But be aware that they were all extremely low-quality coarse salt. And now that they have these fine salts, they can mix more fine salt into the salt.
When the time comes, you can eat more soil, sand, etc. for a long time.
Since both parties thought they had taken advantage, the atmosphere of the entire transaction was extremely warm, friendly and harmonious.
While goblins purchased furs, they also purchased many other things.
For example, the barbarians still have some precious medicinal herbs in their hands.
Most of the goblins exchanged them for the price of a pound of salt.
Although those things don't look conspicuous, they are actually precious raw materials in alchemy, and their value ranges from a few to hundreds of gold.
Even more precious are various magic crystals, which barbarians can often dig out in caves or rivers.
When it comes to the goblins, even the purest magic-accumulating crystal, which is as big as a fist, has become a junk product with cracks inside and impure quality. It is only worth three kilograms of salt at most.
In Ruman, its market price is more than two hundred gold coins.
If Lester knew the price, the dean, who was distressed by the skyrocketing price of magic crystals, would be angry to death. The magic crystals that made him feel sore in Maple Leaf Danlin were not something he could wipe his nose with here.
Toilet paper is expensive.
In addition to table salt, all kinds of sparkling jewelry, especially huge rings and earrings, are also favorites of barbarians. They like anything that can represent themselves as unique.
The whole noisy transaction process lasted until dark. Half of the goods brought by the goblins disappeared, and the vacated space was filled with furs and materials.
Goblin Yin Guang secretly calculated that the value of the materials he purchased alone would be as high as more than 10,000 gold coins if shipped back to Ruman.
And what he paid was only a dozen gold coins of salt and jewelry worth one or two hundred gold coins. Even including the wages paid to his subordinates, his net profit was as high as 10,000 imperial gold coins.
Yin Guang secretly smacked his tongue and thought to himself: No wonder the boss likes smuggling the most. The money is really comfortable. When I retire, I can do this.
Alas, but by then the barbarians will probably be gone...
Goblin Silver Light thought in his mind that after he retired, that would be the best smuggling destination.
At this time, Patriarch Zeltan suddenly hugged his shoulders with great force. The stench from Patriarch Zeltan’s mouth sprayed on the goblin’s face, and he shouted loudly: “Let us celebrate, Mr. Silverlight, celebrate~!
"
Those barbarians seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time. As his words fell, the camp suddenly became lively.
The barbarians used the leg bones of unknown animals to beat the animal skin drums, and drove two goats to roast on the bonfire. Men and women danced the most primitive dance around the bonfire. From time to time, sparks were exchanged between barbarian men and women hugging each other.
Get out of the house and do something fun.
Chief Zeltan looked at his men excitedly, and suddenly sighed and said: "It would be great if I had some wine at this time."
The goblin's silver eyes rolled, he pulled a wine bottle out of his bag and stuffed it into the arms of Chief Zeltan, saying, "I'll give it to you."
Chief Zeltan was not polite. He took the wine bottle, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip. He was immediately burned by the intensity of the alcohol and his whole body shrank together. After a while, he spit it out heavily.
After taking a breath, he sighed: "Good wine~!"
"Friend. Good friend~!" He hugged the goblin fiercely and said: "If you can give me such a good wine, Mr. Yinguang, you will be the best friend from now on.
Well~! I will let my most beautiful daughters entertain you tonight."
Thinking about the thick body hair and strong smell of barbarian women, the goblin shuddered and quickly waved his hands and said: "No, no need."
Patriarch Zeltan patted the goblin on the back vigorously. He laughed and said, "We are all men, don't be shy?"
"It's really unnecessary." The goblin said with a sad face.
Chief Zeltan looked at the goblin in surprise. Then he remembered something and whispered in a rather embarrassed voice: "Do you like men? I heard that this is popular among humans now. But no one in our tribe seems to like this..."
Yin Guang almost spat out a mouthful of old blood - he changed the subject and said: "Chief Zeltan. Haven't you had any merchants here for a long time?"
Chief Zeltan sighed and said: "It's been more than a year. Damn the Ruman people. I heard that they built a wall on the border and killed anyone who entered the wall. By the way, how did you get in?"
"This is a secret." Goblin Silver Light smiled mysteriously and said, "I want to go inside again. But I heard that something went wrong inside?"
Chief Zeltan smelled the aroma of wine from the bottle and said: "They say there is a tribe selected by God. Its warriors are invulnerable, not even afraid of dragons, and are killing other tribes everywhere.
But I think it’s nonsense. If there really were such powerful warriors, they would have fought against the Rumans long ago. How much profit could they gain by robbing their own people?”
Seeing that he couldn't say anything, the goblin sighed in disappointment and said, "It looks like I have to continue walking in."
Chief Zeltan patted his chest and said: "No problem, our warriors will escort you to the border. What kind of god warriors are you? Bullshit, we Hanzeheim are god warriors, hahaha..."
The barbarian celebration lasted until late at night. In the end, the tribesmen, including Chief Zeltan, lay in disorder beside the fire and slept.
As the most distinguished guest, Goblin Silver Light was invited to the clan leader's own room, his head was glued to the pillow and he fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, when people sleep the deepest, the goblin was suddenly awakened by a strange sound.
Yin Guang turned over and jumped up vigilantly, clenching the dagger in his hand and looking around.
At this time, another shrill scream came. The goblin was stunned for a moment and thought to himself: "This is a scream. Damn, something happened~!"
Silver light ran out of the inner room, and the barbarians in the big house were also awakened by the screams. They roared and rushed out of the room with weapons in hand.
"Someone is attacking~!"
"The bastard from that tribe?"
"Kill them for me, kill them~!"
Yin Guang angrily kicked his follower awake and said hurriedly: "Something happened, get up."
The followers immediately jumped up, drew their swords, and looked around in panic. It was obviously the first time they had experienced such a thing.
"I know you fools are unreliable." The goblin pointed at them and cursed, "Watch the goods."
Goblin Silver Light followed behind the barbarian, lying on the door frame and looking out carefully.
With the moonlight in the sky, the scene in the camp was clearly visible.
Black figures were fighting in the camp, and loud shouts of death were heard.
In the hazy moonlight, it was unclear how many people had entered the Hanzeheim tribe, but the goblins heard the roars of the barbarian battles coming from all directions, and it was obvious that the size of the enemy was not small.
"This is impossible~!" the goblin murmured in a low voice. The Hanzeheim tribe is surrounded by high mountains and cliffs on all sides, with only one mountain road in and out. It is truly easy to defend but difficult to attack.
Who can sneak in suddenly and silently?
"Is it the Ruman Army?" Goblin Silver Guang thought to himself, then shook his head and rejected this guess.
The mountains are blocked by heavy snow, and the Ruman Army will not choose to attack at this time.
It can only be a war between barbarian tribes.
Thinking of this, the goblin felt a lot more confident. The war between barbarians was nothing scary to him, a smuggler.
The black figures and the shouts of killing were getting closer and closer to the big house. It was obvious that the Hanzeheim tribe was defeated by the attackers and was retreating steadily.
Several houses were set alight during the battle, illuminating the savages who were fiercely fighting nearby.
The attackers were all naked, with only a piece of animal skin wrapped around their waists. They were not afraid of the severe cold of dozens of degrees below zero, waving their weapons to fight the barbarians of the Hanzeheim tribe.
Chief Zeltan roared with his characteristic loud voice and shouted: "It's that bastard who is not afraid of death. Children, kill them all."
After saying that, he picked up a tomahawk as big as a pot lid and rushed forward in large strides.
The entire Hanzeheim tribe took action. Men, women, and children all participated in the battle.
Men block the enemy from the front, women shoot arrows from the roofs, and children throw stones at them. It has always been the tradition of the barbarians that all the people are soldiers.
But the naked man still couldn't stop the attack.
The goblins were surprised to see these half-naked barbarian men not afraid of getting hurt.
The sword struck them, causing long wounds. The half-naked barbarians didn't care. The pain didn't have any impact on them, and they continued to kill them with all their strength.
Some of them were even stabbed, and the injured people pulled out the swords stuck in their bodies and threw them on the ground.
A thought came to the goblin's mind: God Warrior.
There are several powerful warriors in the ancient myths and legends of the barbarians. One is the mountain giants, who can fight evenly with the gods. One is the giant dragon, and the other is the divine warrior of Rohan, the barbarian god.
Legend has it that they are invulnerable to weapons, water and fire, just like the half-naked barbarian warriors we see before us.
"No, that's a myth, it can't be true." The goblin thought to himself, just like the mountain giant, they are all myths.
The goblins are all complete atheists. If they want to believe in anything, they only believe in the omnipotent and omnipotent God of Gold Coins.
"Then who are these people?" Goblin Silver Guang ruminated, wondering what these monsters that suddenly appeared were.
After thinking for a long time, Goblin Silverlight suddenly thought of something similar to them - the Dark Knight.
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