Shipping goods from the game to the World of Warhammer

"Uh, how much exactly?" Rodden paused.

As a wandering merchant, he never needed to look at the specific account books. With just a word, Aliya or the guards on duty would prepare everything for him, whether it was expensive daily necessities or luxurious luxuries.

Rhodes in this world had never been exposed to any concept of currency since childhood. Even after succeeding as a wandering merchant, the reports he was faced with were only densely packed production figures and the political situation of the planet.

The only thing I vaguely remember is the currency issued on his capital planet. After he took office, the portrait printed on it was replaced with his own image.

Liriel became even more excited upon hearing this.

They have no concept of currency, so they're probably not some nouveau riche from another planet, but rather an inexperienced young master from a noble family.

Although Liriel never believed in the imperial doctrines that the state priests chanted every day, she really wanted to praise the Emperor for his blessing.

"It shouldn't be expensive for you, only 500,000 credits issued at Blackwing Harbor, what a bargain!"

After hearing this, Rhodes turned on his communicator and asked his senior advisor, Barry, about the value of Blackwing Harbor credits.

Rhodes quickly received a reply: in Blackwing Harbor, one or two credits could buy a day's worth of food for an adult worker, and renting a simple dwelling would cost around 50 credits a month.

Rhodes calculated that 500,000 credits would be enough for an ordinary worker's food expenses for more than 1000 years, or for them to rent a simple house for more than 800 years.

That's really cheap.

A person's annual food consumption is between 300 and 600 kilograms, which translates to a few hundred tons of grain consumed over a thousand years.

However, in the agricultural world under the empire's rule, the output of each planet is counted in millions of tons. Moreover, he also has crop seeds provided by the system, so the output should be nearly ten times higher.

In other words, Lirielti's demands are far less than one ten-thousandth of the output of a single planet under his control.

"Okay, deal."

A short while later, Rod walked out of the Last Dance bar, carrying a cloth bag that Lillie had given him in his right hand.

"Go to the upper level of the dock, walk up the large staircase in the eastern berth area, turn right at the fourth intersection, the person you are looking for is there, then open the bag."

Upon hearing that Rhodes wanted to inquire about Chaos or the Xenomorphs, Liriel looked troubled. But looking at the 500,000 credits she was about to receive, she gritted her teeth, rummaged inside her coat, and pulled out a gray cloth bag.

Following her instructions, Rod walked through the wide upper-level roads of the dock and finally stopped at the fourth intersection.

"Then turn right." Rod crossed the corner and looked to the other side of the road. However, what appeared in his field of vision was not an ordinary-looking shop or a mysterious person waiting for him, but a sacred altar with candles lit on the ground and priests of the Church of England praying all around.

……

Rod quickly opened the cloth bag in his hand, but inside, besides a precious metal coin he had seen in Liriel's hand before, there was also a note with beautiful handwriting that read:

One of Lillie's principles is: not to get involved in matters that would bring trouble to the courts and the Ministry of Justice.

You could try to pray to those old-fashioned men with their golden candles.

The veins on Rhodes's forehead bulged, and the note was squeezed into a ball in his clenched fist.

He was careless. He didn't dodge the attack. He only saw that the other party knew the bartender of that bar and knew how to do business. So he foolishly accepted the other party's conditions, thinking that the other party would hand over the information and the goods in one hand.

Fortunately, he didn't mention this to Aliya and the others, otherwise it would have become the stupidest black mark in his career as a wandering merchant.

Although the few credits he was cheated out of were worthless to him, it was a matter of dignity for a wandering merchant. If he just let it go, where would he put his face in the future?

Laughing in exasperation, Rhodes opened his communicator: "Steward Axel, I suddenly have some urgent business to attend to. You wouldn't mind letting my men in for a stroll, would you?"

In the lower level of Blackwing Harbor, outside a shop without a sign, Liriel walked out with a smile, holding her ship ticket in her hand.

She'd struck gold! This was the fattest sheep she'd ever encountered; 500,000 credits were in her hands so easily.

In just a few tens of minutes, Lillier diverted the 500,000 credits into various currencies and transferred them to her various accounts. At the same time, she also bought a ticket to the nearest hive world, Craig.

All she has to do is board this spaceship, take the money, and enjoy herself in the Nest City world until this storm passes.

As for being found out? Lillie wasn't worried about that at all. She had twelve names, some for buying ship tickets, some for black market dealers, and some for the tax officials.

As Lillie imagined the comfortable room in the upper district of the hive, she continued toward the hideout of her partners—the "Rust" gang.

"Excuse me, Ms. Lillie."

The light in front of Liriel was blocked by two tall figures. She looked up and found two people wearing strange glasses and masks blocking her way, with huge backpacks on their backs.

"You seem to have forgotten something, like what happened during the last dance today?"

broken!

Liriel hadn't expected that the seemingly dull-witted young nobleman would react so quickly, and that he could accurately find her in the maze-like lower level of the dock.

She put her hands behind her back and smiled awkwardly.

"Fine, fine, I'll go with you. Let's talk this out... Yeah, right!"

She threw a blinding grenade from behind her. It was an authentic Astragalus weapon that she had acquired at great expense. Compared to ordinary smoke grenades on the battlefield, blinding grenades could not only release dense dark gray smoke, but also explode infrared shields and broad-spectrum electromagnetic radiation chaff to interfere with the enemy's sensors.

Liriel hadn't originally intended to use this thing here, after all, it was far too expensive. Against ordinary law enforcement officers, she could only afford to use regular smoke bombs.

But as a well-informed "quick-tongued" person, she immediately recognized that the red glasses on the two people were some kind of goggles with analytical functions. If she only threw a smoke bomb, she might be done for.

"Don't even think about running away!"

The two Reapers blocking Lillier instinctively tried to raise their guns, but dark gray smoke filled their entire field of vision, and the built-in HUD of the Polarized Plastic Steel was also interfered with by electromagnetic radiation, making it impossible to directly locate the other party.

Lillie lifted a nearby maintenance grating and crawled inside. She and the Rusty Gang controlled more than a dozen secret passages in this area, and this hole was one of them. Judging from the size of the equipment those two guys were wearing, they definitely couldn't get in.

"Remember to give my regards to your young master!"