I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 38: The right way to make money?

The Wasteland Territory is the most chaotic place in the Kingdom of Mayos. Even though some order has been maintained, it is still filthy.

Winterhold's demand for food is growing, and the amount of food that granaries like Green Water City need to hand over every year is increasing, and the burden is increasing year by year.

For a noble lord like the city lord, he can ease his own burden by withholding the wages of his subordinates. As long as Winterburg's demand for food remains within a stable range, his own quality of life will not be affected.

This exploitation was continuously passed down. Winterburg passed the pressure to Greenwater City, and the Lord of Greenwater City passed it on to his subordinates, who could then only skim off the profits from foreign caravans.

Caravans like the one coming from Bluestone Town are naturally the guards' number one target.

The official certificate from Green Water City might not even exist, or they might not issue it to foreign caravans of low status.

All in all, Henry and others felt uncomfortable being targeted this time.

Seeing that Henry was helpless, the corners of the guard's mouth rose unconsciously. He knew very well that the benefits of this caravan could be taken.

Immediately, the guard quickly corrected his attitude and even his tone became softer.

"My friend, I don't mean to embarrass you. It's just that the pagans are causing unrest in the entire wasteland, and Winterhold has asked for enhanced precautions, so the city lord has issued this official certificate." The guard looked at the ore with regret in his eyes. "We won't kick you out without the certificate, but just in case, the ore you brought for the transaction needs to be carefully inspected, and the cost of the inspection will be borne by you, so you can either pay the full fee or accept a lower purchase price."

"What's the purchase price?"

Henry's compromise was exactly what the guard wanted. He stood guard for the last time very competently and said the number with great regret.

This number seemed like some kind of devil. When Henry heard it, he was frightened and embarrassed.

Even if Wyatt didn't know much about the mineral trade in the Wasteland Territory, he could tell from Henry's expression that the purchase price might not even be half of the original price.

This is really outrageous. If someone dares to lower the price like this somewhere else, the court will immediately start action.

The Wasteland Territory is a place that always brings surprises to outsiders.

"But before that, there are still fixed procedures to follow." The guard had no idea what bad water was brewing. "Since you don't have official proof, you need to go to the guard team to assist in the investigation. You are the person in charge of the caravan, right? Come with us."

"Sir, you are..."

"It's business as usual, please understand."

Obviously, this is the final link in the exploitation of foreign caravans. Artificially splitting the caravan will, if you are lucky, make the entire caravan leaderless, and eventually accept a lower purchase price without knowing why.

I have to say that the person who can come up with this idea is also a talent. There must be some big shots in the city of Mayos who will appreciate him.

Wyatt warned himself in his heart that his current external identity was a scholar from the city of Mayos. A scholar alone did not have the ability to shake up a territory, at least few scholars of his age could do so.

Wyatt looked helpless, and Henry felt mixed emotions seeing this, but the only thing that was certain was that Henry had probably accepted his fate.

This matter should have ended here, but everyone seemed to have underestimated the greed of some people.

After the guards dealt with the caravan, they turned to look at Wyatt.

"Sir, Mr. Henry just asked you to testify. You are not a member of the caravan, right?"

"I am indeed not a member of the caravan. I am a scholar from Mayos City. I met Mr. Henry by chance on the road and we just traveled together."

"In that case, could you please show me your Scholars Union ID, or your student ID from the academy you're attending?"

"Um, sorry, I didn't bring..." The identity of a scholar is a very cheap vest. Anyone can use it as a disguise as long as they are brave enough.

There are only two authoritative certificates that can prove your identity as a scholar. One is the certificate from the Scholars Alliance. If you want to be a scholar after graduating from school, you need to get certification from the Scholars Alliance.

The second one was simple and crude, and the guards also mentioned it.

Unfortunately, Wyatt really couldn't prove himself as a scholar.

The only thing he could prove was probably his identity as the director of the Fourth Fallen Shelter.

It would be a bit early to expose it like that, and Wyatt wanted to dig up more things in Green Water City.

On second thought, it seemed quite interesting to be captured like this.

"In that case, please come with us."

Soon, the guards called over other companions. This was probably the opening business of this transaction, and they all worked very diligently.

Wyatt and Henry were quickly handcuffed and eventually escorted by two guards to the guard corps in the city.

The guards arresting people was naturally a very eye-catching thing. The shanty town was filled with foreign caravans, and they were naturally very scared of this kind of situation, fearing that they would become such unlucky ones.

Of course, the group of guys who transport the holy white stone are indispensable among them. Their mission is very important, and they are naturally extremely sensitive to any disturbance in the surrounding area.

Wyatt wanted to see how they would react, but unfortunately he didn't get any interesting results. They were just like passers-by, observing the situation on their side.

Hopefully I can get some useful information from the Guards next.

The members of the Bluestone Town caravan watched Henry being taken away, each of them anxious like ants on a hot pan. The guards' divisive strategy was obviously effective.

They gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

"What should I do? Should I go back and tell the mayor and ask him to intervene?"

"Idiot, how long does it take to go back and forth? Don't forget what we are here for."

"Then should we wait for Uncle Bob from the second team to arrive in Green Water City? But we may not have enough time."

"Hey! Mr. Wyatt still has two assistants in the city. They might be able to find a solution."

"But we don't know which hotel they are staying in. Besides, if they really had a way, Mr. Wyatt wouldn't have been arrested. Who would deliberately go to jail?"

"Then what do you think we should do? Stop whining here. If you have a better idea, just say it."

"Don't lecture me here, you..."

"Okay, okay, let's split up and go to the hotels in the city to look for Mr. Wyatt's assistants. This way, we can make use of the time we have waiting for Uncle Bob to arrive. How do you think?"

"That's all it takes now."

The caravan members agreed to this plan, leaving only one person to look after the ore, while the rest dispersed to look for Dorothy and Adela.

(End of this chapter)