Chapter 48 Mangke Businessman  (3)

Vimede's generosity made the residents of Maple Leaf Village so happy that they couldn't even close their mouths.

They almost bought all the items they liked in the caravan. Anyway, there was a lord and a slut that threatened me to pay. I was really sorry for the respected master if I didn't take this opportunity to get something - my usual teachings.

After a gust of wind swept away the clouds, the goods brought back from the Far East human kingdom were almost stolen.

Most of them are some jewelry that are not good at using it. Who gave the most elves in the territory? The remaining parts are very few, such as salt, tea and some daily necessities. After learning that the things the villagers had snatched were just these broken things, Yang Dashuan wanted to give each one a reward. With so many precious silk and porcelain, they were not worth anything at all.

But this guy forgot. Who saw those rubber coats that couldn't even walk, and his mind was full of the looks of two girls wearing them.

Even Alice, who is usually incredibly smart, was happily showing her spoils to Yang Dashuan - a lot of dazzling jewelry. If these things were made of real money, Lao Yang would feel better. For example, the decoration of an exquisitely carved Komodo War Behemoth is actually just a pile of worthless glass.

"Master, Master, what do you think I got?"

Made was the only person who remained calm in the torrent of looting. Even slaves like Bru and Sad had to admire this immortal look. Gao Fei even gave a thumbs up and was not stingy with his praise. "I am worthy of being the adult who has been with the master for the longest time. I always think about my territory in everything!"

Yang Dashuan saw what Made was dragging, and his eyes suddenly became wet.

A truckload of freshly baked sweet potatoes!

"We will not be hungry anymore!" Mad raised his head proudly, his eyes full of anticipation from his master's praise.

"Okay, I swear you will never be hungry again!" Yang Dashuan pursed his lips and said to several slaves. "You guys, stuff all these sweet potatoes into this guy's mouth. If he can't finish eating, you will eat them all!"

The slaves looked at the piles of sweet potatoes tremblingly, and regardless of Made's tenacious resistance, they all stuffed them into the mouth of the old man who was wholeheartedly considering his territory.

After learning that the spoils were just such broken things, Yang Dashuan immediately prepared to launch a second wave of offensive on Vimede. Viscount Mangke was too smart. He looked at the convoy with almost half of the goods and wanted to cry without tears. This human covered in chest hair was even more vicious than the robbers on the wasteland. The robbers secretly robbed, and at least he could resist. When he robbed openly from here, he could only watch and finally asked. "Are you satisfied? If you are not satisfied, please choose as much as you like!"

But for the benefit of the entire Bemon tribe, Vimede could only grit his teeth and let the villagers with green eyes snatch it up again. Of course, before this, all the merchants had already hidden their valuables. All Bemon stood by the carriage in full arms, looking at the restless villagers tremblingly.

"Master Viscount, Master Viscount?" The panicked warrior Orefin interrupted the meeting.

At this time, Vimede was making a promise. "We don't care about this little money, as long as the Lord can agree to sell weapons and armor to us. We will pay a higher price than on the market. As long as you speak, we will not be a problem with manpower. There are a lot of slaves in our tribe, and they can give it to you for free... In order to express my sincerity, you have seen that Naga Elf, who is the most beautiful woman among the Elf! Do you know how rare a Naga is in the Elf tribe? And she is also a priest who practices electricity and water! I bought it from the Far East slave market for a large price, and now I decided to give it to you as a gift."

Swallow covered Yang Dashuan's face.

At this moment, the rash Orefin got into the room and interrupted Vimede's passionate speech. Orefin leaned into Vimede's ear and muttered a few words in a low voice. With Yang Dashuan's ear power, he could only vaguely hear the intermittent words of running away and elves.

"What's wrong?" Yang Dashuan asked.

"Sorry!" Vimede signaled Orefin to retreat. "Because his subordinates were not careful in their care, the Naga Elf had already escaped in the chaos. She injured several taurens and left no traces on the road..."

Yang Dashuan nodded.

The Naga Elf is not as weak as he imagined. As one of the five nobles of the Elf Empire, Naga has mastered the two elements of water and electricity to a level of jealousy. Originally, he meant to save the Naga Elf, but since he had escaped, let's forget it.

Leren hurriedly gestured.

"In order to make up for the loss of the adults, I will pay another fundraising to replace the escaped Naga Elf. By the way, I would like to express my condolences to several injured slaves in the territory!" Vimede pointed his nose awkwardly. "But we don't have much cash on hand, so we are going to wait until the next year to attach the funding of the equipment."

The agreement passed exceptionally smoothly.

Sure enough, he deserves to be a Mangke merchant sent by the tribe to the Far East. He does nothing and makes Yang Dashuan unable to find any excuses to blackmail again. Even when Yang Dashuan proposed to let them stay in the territory for a night, Vimede refused without thinking. He would rather face those bandits with faces covering themselves and holding a steel fork with daggers than staying in this territory. When he thought of the villagers' appearance of wind, he couldn't help but shudder.

The seal on the agreement was still buckled with carrots, and Yang Dashuan's crooked autograph was attached.

In duplicate contract, each party keeps one.

Looking at the background of Mangke's caravan escaping, Yang Dashuan kept smiling bitterly.

He originally wanted to take the opportunity to sell the goods stocked in the warehouse in exchange for a lot of gold coins. But now, not only has he not dealt with them, but he has also been carrying another debt.

Foxlock bought five thousand sets of armor and weapons from the territory in the name of the family. He will come to pick up the goods next June.

Viscount Mungk Vimede Jackson directly prepaid a total of 10,000 sets. It was postponed by a month before Locke's pickup, and it came to pick up the goods in July. Yang Dashuan tried his best to make him want him to approve the pickup date, but the stubborn Vimede refused to make concessions at this point. Regardless of the coercion and inducement, he bit to death and even made a promise at a higher price. After a few seconds, Yang Dashuan was dragged in.

Looking at the Mangke caravan that had fled far away, the villagers and slaves were all in joy.

But Leren's face became even more ugly.

The Naga Elf incident made her feel deeply worried. Are there really traitors in the Elf Empire? Otherwise, Naga, who lives in the deepest part of the Nanyao Forest, would have been caught by a hunting team. For this reason, Leron asked Vimede many times, but Vimede knew nothing about it. Naga was purchased from the most prosperous slaves in the Far East human kingdom, and Vimede also knew nothing about this information about this Naga.

This unexpected appearance made Leren's mood even deeper.

Therefore, Yang Dashuan became more and more sure of his plan to go to the Elf Empire. In order to prevent accidents, all the elves stayed in the territory. In fact, Yang Dashuan was not worried about the robbers on the wasteland. As long as the winter day did not pass, the locusts hiding in the cellar would not appear again. What he was even more worried about was the attitude of the Elf Empire towards these elves who had escaped from the hunters.

Leren was silent. She could not stop Yang Dashuan from his firm attitude.

Alice unexpectedly agreed.

So the day after the Mangke caravan left Fengye Village, Yang Dashuan led a group of slaves to set off. There was more than a month left before the beginning of spring, and Yang Dashuan had absolute confidence to come back.

Time passed by minute by minute on the journey to the wasteland.

The bandits in the wasteland seemed to have really hid underground in order to avoid the severe cold of winter. Along the way, they did not encounter any harassment from robbers. The journey was accelerated invisibly. Gradually, the forests that stretched thousands of miles in the south gradually entered everyone's eyes. Only the distance between heaven and earth, the emerald green of the forest almost covered the horizon. Even between a distance of more than a hundred and thousands of miles, Yang Dashuan could feel the longness of this forest country.

Most of the monsoons from the ocean have dissipated on the wastelands, and coupled with the Thunder Mountains in the Nanyao Forest, the severe cold has not affected the prosperity of the Nanyao Forest.
Chapter completed!