Maxwell was undoubtedly a warrior, but there was a slight difference in detail that allowed Sullivan to distinguish Will from those guys.
Sitting posture - too upright.
Cultural education and etiquette are luxuries that the gladiators and Qiu Bayuan cannot understand, and evil spirits always surround such people.
There is no unappetizing body odor, he sits up straight and graceful, with a smile on his face that adjusts the atmosphere of the conversation, and his conversational movements are elegant and noble - this is definitely not what those fools who don't distinguish between left and right and who may not take a bath for a year can do.
came out.
So, could this man be a knight under a certain noble lord?[
It is possible, after all, nobles are large customers in the slave trade, and their knights are somewhat educated, able to recite poems and articles, and strictly abide by etiquette, but this rigorous and rigid style seems to be...
[This... damn bastard]
While Sullivan on the opposite side was thinking about the identity of the visitor and his brain ached, [Maxwell], who was smiling to maintain business in the compartment, was suffering from the pain of facial muscle spasm, and he was letting out heavy curses and sighs in his heart.
The messenger, whose main job is a professional soldier and has close to zero experience in business negotiations, resists the business atmosphere from the bottom of his heart. The big slave trader with his overfed belly is also unbearable to him. Due to the fact that there is no order from his immediate superior that may change the world, and
There is really no objective factor on the scene that there is no one more qualified for this task than myself, and there is no room for individual opinions and moods to make decisions in the face of the current situation.
"My master is in urgent need of a boy. As for the price——"
Resisting the sharp pain that clenched his heart with the words that followed, the messenger took out a piece of white paper made by Ve Company, which was rare on the market, and placed the ink and hard quill pen next to the paper next to the paper.
"The master wants Mr. Sullivan to quote you. Please write down what price you are willing to offer and we will pay."
——Crazy.
Sullivan, who was slumped in his chair and unable to pronounce a syllable, had only one thought swirling in his head. He was tired of the extravagant aristocratic businessmen spending huge sums of money, but no one with huge wealth had the right to make an offer.
Completely hand over to the other party, and let the other party speak freely - this kind of crazy behavior.
When too many benefits are in front of you, it often means that there is a trap ahead for idiots who don't know the depth.
After many years of business experience and seeing many examples of how people who dreamed of getting rich overnight ended up doing it themselves, Sullivan had an instinctive vigilance reaction to things that might be a "pie in the sky" scam.
What's wrapped in the bait? A barbed hook? Deadly poison? Or something else?
"Please, write as much or as little as you want."
Imitate the graceful posture that the top executive would assume in this situation. [Will]'s mind replays like a revolving door of presenting facts at the budget meeting, making sense, rolling up his sleeves, rolling his arms, and performing "Go! Koshien"
, throwing a straight ball with a speed of 160 kilometers per hour - a scene that covers all kinds of emotions, sweet, bitter, bitter, and firmly suppresses the urge to beat the table, jump up, and cry.
[When will the Council be able to say something so cheerfully when appropriating budgets related to national defense? Soulless!]
The mask of a calm smile covers the hurt heart that is crying over the budget, and the flawless smile is full of convulsed facial muscles.
Unpleasant wrinkles appeared on Sullivan's forehead. He looked at the confident visitor again, grabbed a quill and soaked the ink made from squid ink, and left symbols indicating numbers on the white paper.
400.
The currency unit is not stated because in this slave market, the pricing of individual [commodities] mostly uses Charlemagne Ecu or Albion Crown, two silver coins with similar values, as the settlement unit. Gold coins with higher value, such as
Large Eju and the like are mainly used for payment when wholesale. Copper coins are almost invisible here because they are too fragmentary and will be charged for exchange.[
Therefore, 400 small crowns or crowns. This is a sky-high price of 100 silver coins higher than the highest price that an underage slave serving a bed can be sold for. A sane customer will immediately understand that Sullivan did not negotiate this deal.
The sincerity of the transaction. Scammers with ulterior motives who intend to defraud money will also disappear from Sullivan's face with their tail between their legs because they cannot afford the high deposit equal to half of the sale price. This messenger who cannot see the origin and purpose will...
"Can."
Will didn't even look at the piece of paper with the numbers written on it. He closed his eyes and let the black tea at the right temperature soak into his tongue and his burning throat.
The visitor's calm response made Sullivan spit out a sip of black tea. The middle-aged man almost took off his clothes and ran out onto the street, roaring several times and dancing naked.
One silver coin can allow four adults to go to a decent restaurant to have a good meal and drink. 500 crowns or crowns may be the total assets of one or two middle-class families.
You can buy a boy at this price... Even if he is not crazy, it is worth exploring whether the person who said this is sane and sane.
"I said...this...this is 400 guineas."
The dry throat squeezed out a stiff sound of struggle. An amount and currency unit that was difficult to associate with the purchase of a single slave bore Sullivan's last struggle, hoping that no one could bear the sky-high price of buying a boy and could force him out of the difficulties at hand.
of visitors.
No matter how much he doesn't take money seriously, a lunatic who has so many gold coins at home that he can't spend them all can only choose to retreat under the outrageous offer of 400 guineas...
"Did I say that we have to pay the bill in krona or small crowns? Does Mr. Sullivan look down on us because he thinks we have no ability to pay?"
A sharp smile like a knife hung on his face. The young entourage took off several small pockets from his waist, and the golden head of Queen Mary of Albion kept falling. The dazzling golden light in the unique crisp sound of gold almost blinded Sullivan.
With his eyes wide open, the slave trader, who was used to seeing big scenes and big storms, almost vomited a mouthful of blood on the ceiling.
No one has trouble with money, and no merchant will be an enemy of a wealthy customer. The big slave merchant in Albion picked up his chin quickly, with a face full of honesty, wisdom, and a friendly and flattering smile. I don’t know [The customer is God, you
Displease God and God will let you go to him], the slave trader still did it almost perfectly.
The first time he saw the magic horse was [Big Dog], Sullivan couldn't care less about the slightest bit of envy and jealousy. He also knew nothing about Will's irregular heartbeat that almost caused myocardial infarction, and just stared greedily at more than a hundred coins.
The magical picture of placing Nigerian gold coins in front of you.
The disappearance of the last excuse to take off did not make Sullivan feel frustrated or troubled. Although he was a businessman who relied on His Majesty Edward IV's gold coins and pedophilia to ensure business and status, when the goods were handed over, it was discovered that the quantity was
There may be disputes after entering and exiting, and you may be hanged on the gallows. However, it is common for slaves or sailors to die in accidents, battles, and diseases during the voyage. You can fool them by just looking for any excuse. Besides,
Sullivan is a businessman, and his professional nature will never let a windfall slip away from the eyes. That is never allowed...)