Othua's War Banner

Chapter 45 0045: Leave with the fog
【Name: Eve】

[Chamber of Commerce Level: National Lifeline]

Ken saw the notes.

This is the second chamber of commerce he has encountered besides [Wildland Wanderers]. The levels of the two parties are almost two extremes. One is a private [small fight], and the other is related to the economic system of the entire country. .

[Pistonk] borders Palotusby, and is the most powerful empire near the [Eternal Frozen Wall]. Its military planning and diplomatic style are also well-known for its toughness.

The Yves Chamber of Commerce is its lifeblood, and even ordinary team leaders should not be underestimated.

Ken can realize that the trader is "very interested" in him, and his potential words and deeds are mainly based on friendship and temptation. He is unknown, but it is actually a good opportunity to win the favor of the other party.

If it is replaced by other people who "know the current affairs" and directly lead the team to serve the empire, it is also a pretty good prospect.

But Ken didn't want to depend on others.

He understands that opportunities and dangers coexist, and he is also quite vigilant about the favorability of the Yves Chamber of Commerce. [Thornton Kaya] is in the early stage of development, and the strength of the two sides is so disparate. It is enough to maintain goodwill and cooperate with each other.

In case of becoming an enemy in the future, it is no joke that the army is approaching the city.

[You have delivered the commission, the favorability of the caravan has increased, and the other party is willing to provide you with appropriate help. 】

The upper limit of human beings is quite high. There should be many cases of defeating legendary creatures after gaining power through magic or other means.

That was enough for Ken to know.

The vendor made it clear - offering a shortcut if you want, if you're willing to surrender.

But instead of pinning your hopes on others, it is better to use the [Remarks] to explore slowly. At least so far, its guidance is in line with your own ideas.

Ken sat down again, resting his elbows on the table, his fingers interlaced under the black gloves.

"I have obtained the Stone Spirit Core now, what should I do when I arrive at Duwa Village?"

The peddler spread his hands with a smile, and gently put them together again, expressing regret. He already understood Ken's decision, but he felt it was more interesting in his heart.

Duwa Village is quite special.

It is located between [Eternal Frozen Waterfall] and [Wishing Peak]. The geographical location is not superior, but it is the meeting place of several ancient tribes.

The battle flags swear to the old gods together and designate it as a non-combat zone.

Anyone who dares to offend will be hunted down, and it is almost impossible to leave Palotusbi alive.

The three furnaces passed down from ancient times are the common secret treasures of the northern border. They will only produce three artifacts every ten years or so, and deliver them to the most powerful leaders in the northern border.

Although the prosperity of the Dua tribe started with three stoves, its real development depended on those people who came here admiringly...

Blacksmith, apprentice, trader.

Army, refugees, mercenaries.

New furnaces were erected constantly, and good and bad goods were forged and sold to all parts of the North.

People who are homeless due to the war will gather in Duwa Village. If any tribe that comes to purchase is short of people, they will leave and find a home that can settle down.

Every spring, the major ports break the ice and set sail, and they will also go there to recruit labor.

"Guests like you can only ask second-rate workshops and find craftsmen with fairly mature skills to do their work." The vendor stated the facts in a calm tone. "Perhaps your two rare materials can attract some capable old men, but think about it, will those who are really capable be short of these materials? A lot of orders have already been filled up."

Ken nodded in agreement.

The routine of traders who want to promote and suppress frequently fails.

He couldn't see any more expectations, so he didn't continue to play tricks, and instead came up with the rhetoric he had prepared long ago.

"The Duva tribe has an order from the Pistonke Empire. One of the stove owners is an old friend of mine. Please give this gift to him. When the time comes, let the old man give you his precious stove."

[Mission: Gift of Old Friend]

[Progress: unlimited time]

[Bring the item to 'Malungu' in Dewar Village, and he will solve the forging problem for you. 】

The merchant spoke calmly.

The elf mercenary put the wooden box behind him on the table.

"What on earth should I call you?"

Ken narrowed his eyes, something that disturbed him happened, the notes would change from [hard-working businessman] to [weird with mysterious identity].

[Attitude: Quite interested]

This reminded Ken: Only with continuous and in-depth understanding can the remarks give more accurate information.

The vendor shook his head and got up with a smile, but he still didn't reveal his identity in the end.

His team has long been repaired, and he stayed here to wait for Ken. Now that the talks are over, he should continue his journey. After returning to Pistonk this time, he may not come to the North for a long time.

The proud elf mercenary opened the tent for him.

The vendor pondered for a few seconds, but he still felt that he should not leave any regrets. He turned around and said, "Very few people can see me for the second time. If I am lucky enough to meet you again, I will introduce myself well."

"I am looking forward."

"Me too, Mr. Kean, I wish you a pleasant stay in Dewar Village."

The room became quiet again.

The wooden box was still on the table, square and square, with the edges about an arm's length long.

Ken didn't open it. After weighing it, he found that it was not very heavy. Judging from the shaking feel, it seemed that there were some bottles and cans inside. From the front of the wooden box, you can see the [National Emblem of Piston Ke], and there are still some bottles in the corner. With a paper document.

He has good eyesight.

The wax oil on the order was not dry, and the military seal was stamped on it not long ago, and then I thought of the inscription on the previous commission...

Could it be that this guy is carrying an important wax seal with him?

While Ken was still thinking, the tent suddenly began to shake, and the cold wind gushed in through the gaps, and thunder, rain, and soldiers' exclamations could still be vaguely heard.

He rushed out the door, fine droplets of water fell on his face.

The night wind began to howl, and clouds came from nowhere to cover the camp, and the mountains were covered by the majestic fog, as if they were on a deserted island, abandoned by the world.

The caravan had set off, and the last few carriages were driving slowly into the obscurity.

Both the coachman and the soldiers were very calm, as if they were quite used to this kind of vision, and the team left quietly, just like they appeared out of thin air two days ago.

Ken unfolded his gray vision, and the faint magical aftertaste was colored.

The identity of the merchant must be very special.

Is he going to use this kind of action to prove that what he said is true, that human beings do have the power to change the world?

It is still necessary to show the strength of the Pistonk Empire and let Ken know how regrettable it is not to join...

It's also possible that they just want to cover their tracks, pay attention to privacy, and don't want to be followed by idiots who don't know what to do?

Ken took a deep breath, suppressing all kinds of unverifiable thoughts.

He raised the corner of his mouth again, and announced loudly to the surrounding soldiers: "Leave at dawn, destination, Dua tribe!"

　Ah, why is it only 5.5, wasn't it just 4.30 yesterday?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)