Final Lord

Chapter 160: Forming a Caravan
"In addition, the New Gru territory has many unique products that only we have, such as snow rabbit fur, frost wolf fur, and so on."

The handicrafts made from these special skills are all very valuable.

They should be sold for a considerable amount of gold to replenish your resource warehouse, instead of being left to rot in the villagers' houses.

You haven't even established your own caravan!

Mair twisted the trim of his snow fox cloak with both hands and said in a hurried tone, "The Frostwolf sled can clearly travel a hundred miles a day, but it is only used for patrol and training."

The ice blocks of the ice wall are blessed by the Ice God, so they almost never melt and always release cold air. Even a small piece can be made into a pendant and sold for a high price.

If a caravan is formed to transport ice wall sculptures and frost wolf felt to the Gilded Port in the south of the Stag Duchy, the profits can increase twentyfold!
Those noble gentlemen love to flaunt rare items. Guess how much those ice crystal ornaments from Gilded Harbor would sell for? In my opinion, at least three thousand gold coins each!

Wang Bufu nodded and said with a smile, "Very interesting, please continue. You don't need to worry about your opinions being too harsh; my tolerance is beyond your imagination."

Mair took a deep breath and said, "My lord, have you noticed that your currency is rotting inside the territory?"

Meyer pulled out a few grayish gold coins from the deerskin pouch and said with a pained expression:
"These are the gold coins I brought from the shackles. I haven't spent a single one in the past two weeks."

Because your territory is so rich in resources, the people trade very casually.

Blacksmiths traded their tools for bread, and shepherds offered their furs for wine! There was no seigniorage, no transaction tax, and not even a decent market.

If this bartering continues, when you urgently need to procure strategic materials, your warehouse will only be full of moldy mushrooms!
Our god invented gold coins to make transactions more convenient and fair. But I see no such fairness in your territory.

You are too lenient with your people! This is spoiling them. Your spoiling is killing the land's potential for commercial development!

"Hahaha!" Wang Bufu burst into laughter.

Meyer, a little anxious, leaned forward slightly: "Do you think I'm wrong?"

“No, I think you’re absolutely right.” Wang Bufu smiled and said, “The reason why New Gru territory is so wealthy is not only due to my efforts, but also to the Ice God.”

You must have seen the Ice God. That's top-secret information from our Gru territory. You absolutely must not reveal it to anyone.

It was the Ice God's blessing that allowed them to live such a wonderful life.

However, the Ice God's power is also limited. He can take care of the current population, but when the population of the territory grows in the future, there will be times when he will be unable to do so.

Mair, I'm going to give you a test. If you can pass this test, I will appoint you as the Minister of Commerce of the New Gru Territory, and you will be in charge of the development of the Gru Territory.

how do you feel? "

Myr's heart skipped a beat, and he asked eagerly, "My lord, what kind of test is it?"

"Trade!" Wang Bufu waved his hand, opened a map, and pointed to it, saying, "Our Stag Kingdom is here. I want to use the trade routes of the God of Commerce to go to Night Mountain City in the Eagle Kingdom, 1,200 kilometers away, and buy some slaves from the slave traders there."

“Night Mountain City…” Mair’s breath hitched. “That’s too far. I’ve never left the Duchy of Stags in my entire life.”

Wang Bufu smiled and looked at her, asking, "Can't you do it?" "I can!" Mair nodded firmly, "I just think it's far, I didn't say it's impossible! As long as you provide me with enough guards to ensure my safety, I can definitely bring back enough slaves."

"Don't worry about safety. I will prepare a special extraordinary legion to protect you. My sister, Weiyi, will also go with you."

She is a Level 3 Extraordinary Swordswoman, possessing exceptional swordsmanship and a formidable skill set. She can take on ten warriors of the same level.

You don't need to worry about anything else, just focus on your trading. Is that alright?

"Phew!" Meyer's eyes lit up. "No problem!"

"Alright, let's get ready and set off tonight."

"Yes!"

……

Mair returned to New Gru territory, his heart pounding with excitement.

"The lord has ordered me to organize a caravan to go out and buy things! Uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters, grandmas, uncles, do you have anything you want to sell or buy? Tell me quickly!"

As soon as Mair's clear voice rang out at the entrance of the icy alley, the entire territory instantly erupted in excitement.

The frost wolf cubs, eager to join in the fun, were the first to dart out from the gaps in the fence. The snow-white furballs chased after Mair's deerskin boots, their tails rustling softly as they swept across the frosty stone pavement.

The icicles hanging from the eaves jingled loudly from the commotion, as if keeping time for this sudden celebration.

"The caravan is about to embark on a long journey!" Joey called out to help Mair.

The shout was like a spark igniting a vat of hot oil. Amidst the creaking of wooden doors, a blacksmith wrapped in a bearskin vest rushed out, brandishing steaming tongs, sparks tracing orange arcs behind him: "Bring me three bundles of steel nails! I'll settle the debt with a newly forged ice axe!"

The bakery owner next door flung the oven handle aside, her flour-covered hands gesturing in the air to indicate the size of a ceramic jar, the silver bells in her hair jingling rapidly: "Cinnamon powder! The kind that comes in a blue glazed jar!"

The willow baskets carried by the reindeer farm workers still held fresh hay. Their chatter startled the icicles under the eaves, causing them to flutter into flight: "We want guinea fowl that lay colorful eggs! The brighter the feathers, the better! We have everything in our territory, except chickens. Even the roast chicken shops are closed."

Even the usually dignified fire-fighting guards forgot their discipline. The captain, clinging to the watchtower railing, shouted down, "Get my wife a coral necklace! A blood-red one!"

Meyer's quill danced wildly across the parchment scroll, the still-wet ink on the list already hanging to the ground.

As she looked up to wipe the thin layer of sweat from her forehead, she saw the Cloud Giant peeking out its translucent face from behind the ice wall. Its eyelashes, formed from snowflakes, trembled slightly, as if it too was amused by the sight of human life.

"Don't rush, take your time. Tell me what you want, and put what you want to sell on my left. I'll register it."

Mair simply sat down at the table in front of the city lord's mansion, took a thick notebook, and used a quill pen to record the needs of her subjects. She was busy until almost evening before she finished.

According to the God of Commerce, the essence of business is demand!
If you calculate what you need to buy and what you need to sell, this wave of buying and selling alone can earn the territory 60,000 gold coins!
The New Gru territory is incredibly wealthy!
At 1000 gold coins per slave, I can buy 60!
"Hmph, even if the lord doesn't give me a single gold coin, I'll still complete his task. This position of Minister of Commerce is mine for the taking!"

(End of this chapter)