"Hiring you all is no problem,"
Tait sipped his wine, pondering slowly, "But about the price..."
anwhile, Gourt Goose sat in front of him, nonchalantly, with two swords strapped to his back.
He had recently begun to feel like it was only a matter of ti before he ended up with five swords on his back...
"The price is negotiable, Your Excellency,"
Gourt Goose chuckled. "To tell you the truth, I’m not afraid of you driving a hard bargain. After all, it’s on our way. As long as you can keep a secret, even if we earn a bit more, it’s all pure profit... and we have it easy. The Shelly Region really isn’t dangerous... We are in for the long haul business; we won’t cheat you."
"You really don’t know how to do business..."
Tait, whose hairstyle matched Gourt Goose’s, laughed upon hearing this, his speech tinged with a strange dialect, "Who reveals their bottom line right at the beginning?"
"Haha! If it were those professional rcenaries, they’d surely be trying to bamboozle you right now."
Gourt Goose laughed heartily, exuding a stable and reliable temperant, "Saying things like how dangerous the route is or what perils might exist... as if it were just like going to war, just to dupe fools who know nothing.
"But I think you’re not the kind to be fooled. You look like soone in the know."
Gourt Goose flattered him with a guffaw.
The two n exchanged a look and laughed.
Under the warm light, their shining bald heads twinkled.
They had to enter the city with the rchant caravan after all.
Which ant, the caravan they were to follow must have a selling point or a purchasing point in the Royal Capital. They would definitely not be like other caravans that travel far from ho, completely clueless about the Royal Capital.
In such a scenario, to bamboozle the other party with "Jiu’er is a runaway young lady from the Royal Capital" was far too risky.
What if the other party casually asked "Which family’s daughter?" How would Gourt Goose respond? Or what if there really was a young lady who had run away from ho in the Royal Capital, and the caravan directly took Jiu’er to them? What then?
It was all too easy to stir up trouble.
So Gourt Goose decided to reverse his thinking.
No longer were they three people escorting a young lady ho...
It was two solitary rcenaries escorting two priests from The North Lands to the Royal Capital. As everyone knows, the priests of the Silver Baron don’t have personal savings; they are on long-term arrangents with the local church, so they’ve already been paid.
Now they plan to earn a little extra... by escorting the rchants into the Royal Capital with the two priests. In the process, they could earn the money for escorting the priests, and since the priests are also in the caravan, they could help heal any dangers encountered.
Of course, since they have two Transcendents and two priests of the Silver Baron, even though the journey is short, charging a little isn’t too much to ask, right?
This move had the comnt section bursting with emojis of growing grass.
Throughout their journey, Gourt Goose and his companions, not realizing at first, actually spent money hiring wagons... but as they caught on, they began hitching rides without spending a penny. And now, as they near the Royal Capital, they even plan to make so money off others?
The most outrageous part is that Gourt Goose might actually succeed in closing this deal!
"Co on, brother, try this... This is a brew crafted by Wizards; you can’t buy it outside the Royal Capital circle."
Tait, smiling, poured a friendly glass of golden wine for Gourt Goose.
The liquid was shallow, about a finger and a half deep—just enough for one gulp.
Tait offhandedly said, "I recall you ntioned just now... your na is Gourt Goose, right? That na is quite a mouthful."
If you knew what this na really ans, it wouldn’t just be a question of being a mouthful...
Gourt Goose remarked inwardly.
Thankfully, when these folks pronounce their nas, they go for the phonetic rather than the literal aning.
Otherwise, the kid would probably be the unluckiest one...
"Indeed, it’s quite a mouthful; you can call Goose or Old Goose. That’s what my friends call ,"
Gourt Goose sniffed the drink lightly, replying offhand.
Judging by the fragrance of the wine... it must have quite a high alcohol content.
Given his identity as a player, Gourt Goose wasn’t particularly worried about poisoning.
So without any apprehension, he lifted the glass and took a sip.
... Surprisingly, the taste was not bad, quite sweet and not heavy.
"What kind of drink is this?"
Gourt Goose couldn’t help but ask.
"It’s called ’Honey Lips,’ a kind of honey wine made by the Wizards in the Black Tower, so the production is small,"
Tait chuckled, "Plus, it enhances beauty and virility, making the demand very high. The price always remains steep.
"—One of these bottles costs at least five pounds."
Upon hearing this, the Delicious Wind Goose was sowhat impressed.
... So that one sip I just had was worth dozens of silver coins?
With that thought, he felt the drink tasted even better.
When he logged off later, he decided to buy so ad to try...
Seeing the Delicious Wind Goose looking rather keen, Tait laughed and poured him another half glass, "You’re not from Noah, are you?"
"Indeed, I’m not."
The Delicious Wind Goose nodded, "But I’d been living in Noah long before I beca a Transcendent."
"Then where is your holand?"
Tait asked curiously.
The Delicious Wind Goose didn’t respond but rely nodded towards the east.
Tait guessed upon hearing this, "Are you from Winter? No, that doesn’t seem right... Are you from the United Kingdom?"
"Why don’t you guess I’m from The Holy Nation?"
"The Holy Nation— Ha!"
Tait couldn’t help but grin broadly at the notion.
Yet after pondering for a mont, he added, "Hmm... Though it’s possible. An exile from The Holy Nation?"
An exile from The Holy Nation? What’s that?
Hearing this unfamiliar term for the second ti, Delicious Wind Goose made a ntal note of it.
However, the Delicious Wind Goose just gave a mysterious small smile and said nothing.
The information he had gleaned was almost enough.
He should sign the contract first... to avoid unnecessary trouble.
It was at this mont that Tait grew silent.
His right forefinger tapped unconsciously on the table as he fell into thought.
"Look here, old goose."
He suddenly rubbed his bald head and sat up straight.
His breath, heavy with the scent of alcohol, filled the room as he exhaled deeply.
Tait, with narrowed eyes, looked at the Delicious Wind Goose and spoke in a hushed tone, "How would you like to... make so extra money?"
... Eh?
The Delicious Wind Goose was taken aback, "What?"
"Help transport so goods."
Tait whispered, "What do you think of this wine?"
"It’s excellent, no, it’s exceptionally good. Rich and refreshing, sweet yet not cloying... What about it?"
The Delicious Wind Goose replied instinctively.
Upon hearing this, Tait squinted his eyes and gave a secretive smile.
"Brother..."
He lowered his voice and whispered, "This is... counterfeit stuff."
"Counterfeit?"
The Delicious Wind Goose paused.
Brother, what do you an by this?
Are you dealing in fake booze? Is it even okay to tell this?
"Sign a contract first, then we’ll discuss the details."
As Tait spoke, he handed a contract to the Delicious Wind Goose.
The Delicious Wind Goose looked down and a screen appeared on his retina.
The system extracted the relevant content from the contract and listed it out for him.
Seeing the content of the contract, the Delicious Wind Goose’s pupils narrowed slightly.
Did I just...
Accidentally hook a big fish?
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