Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 169 The Change of Bordereau

The damp, restless sea breeze blows from the center of the Great Sea to the coast, and the salty air is uncomfortable for those who are used to the interior, but the Bretonnians are definitely not.

The sea, the wine, the plains, the spliced ​​kingdoms, knights galloping on horses, but now in Bordereau, the knight lords along the coast have all received strange and terrifying letters.

It mentioned the sales of wine in their territory, the acquisition of saltpeter, sulfur, iron ore, and related business roads, etc., and then dumped a lot of strange data that they couldn't understand, such as marginal curves and dividend prospects. or something.

If it wasn't for the fact that the sender's name was the Peasant Knight of Bordeaux, they probably would have thrown it away as rumors.

In fact, they are really excited, because by joining this agreement, according to the above analysis, they can get about... a huge sum of 10 gold coins a quarter, which is already equivalent to one-third of their tax revenue!

As mentioned above, a bottle of wine is equivalent to a decree, and their farmers sell a bottle for ten copper coins, and their income directly increases by 20%. As long as the quantity increases, it can even replace taxes...

While the lords were hesitating looking at the letter, Roel, the culprit at the moment, was watching the magic created by a certain necromancer in his castle.

Although Sir Nok next to him was curious about what he was looking at, the Holy Grail Knight, who had no sense of magical wind, could only feel that it was vaguely evil.

He babbled in every possible way. "Roel, are you sure they will join...Wine Alliance?"

Roel nodded, and then began to give Mr. Nock a science introduction at length.

The point is that most of the lords in Bordeaux do not have wine sales channels. They just deal with it in a simple way, which is to let the farmers in the manor sell it to the market. Therefore, the wines along the Bretonnian coast have always been famous for their cheap prices. .

Bordeaux has the best wine production capacity in the old world, but none of the goods that are actually exported are very willing because the drunkards in Bordeaux are too good to drink, and the wines in Bordeaux are too cheap .

In Roel's eyes, it is a pure waste. If the wine is sold to the empire, dwarves, and elves, the price can be doubled, and doubled again, to reduce the dimensionality of those in the empire who drink horse urine.

However, there have always been two problems in commercial transportation. One is that the lords look down on merchants and cannot concentrate production capacity. The other is that the roads for transportation are constantly difficult. Beastmen and greenskins are full of hills and forests.

And human beings don't have the underground ancestral channel of the dwarves, so what should we do?
Can only be armed and pressed!

This is why the lords are afraid of this letter, but they dare not throw it away. Roel directly mentioned that he has 500 soldiers who can send it all the way, and work only for it.

This is a bit scary. Normally, there are only about 500 resident soldiers at the Duke level, and [-] people can deliver goods full-time. It also shows that the strength of Roel's soldiers has reached the level of the Duke of Bretonnia.

This makes the Cavaliers feel uneasy.

But the so-called 500 people are actually just mercenaries. He will do all the work that the normal lords of Bretonnia dare not use. If no one touches it, it will be a pure blue ocean!

In his hands, a bottle of wine is equivalent to a gold coin, and then half of the merchant, he half, the merchant pays the salaries of the mercenaries, he pays the lords,
In other words, for ten decrees, he only needs to pay one. For the lords, not only do they not need to think about how to sell their inventory, but the price is also far higher than that sold in Boldero.

It's just that the drunkards in Bordeaux will probably have a hard time for a while, but Roel thinks that the Duke will like a city without drunkards very much.

Nock was thoughtful after listening, but he still felt something was wrong. "Then why is there no movement? For the lord, the profit has increased by almost 20%, why not invest in it?"

Roel rubbed his head. "Because my additional condition is that I can give priority to purchasing saltpeter, sulfur, and metals in their territory. This condition makes them vigilant."

"In the hands of the lord of Bordereau, the formula of gunpowder is not a secret. After all, the duke has a huge court, and the participants will definitely tell the formula of black powder."

"It's normal for them to hesitate, and it's imperative to be defensive."

Nock looked at the distant shoreline.

"What should I do?"

Roel replied. "wait."

Then Ms. Alimara next to him continued his afternoon tea...

Roel tilted his head. "Apprentice, why have you stopped training for the past few days, and you are tired of me every day."

"Why don't you go home and have a look? Everyone in Charlene Village will miss you?"

The peasant girl blushed and just looked at the door, where the cheating girl was waiting. If Roel hadn't ordered her not to approach, she might have been robbed.

Of course, Alimara can't rest assured, maybe they will have children once they go home.

It has to be said, though, that things can get a little sour when there is competition among the ladies.

She opened her mouth to defend. "I'm fine, the only relative in the village is my uncle, but he..."

Tears like pearls flowed from the girl's eyes, and the two old men, Noke and Roel, were very distressed. Noke also knew about her uncle.

"Beastman Chaos Egg, right... Do you need me to help you get rid of it, and then find your uncle's part to bury him?"

If this sentence came out of other people's mouths, it would probably be a bit reckless, but if it came out of Nok's mouth, which could kill the blood knight, there would be absolutely no problem.

Even if three or four Chaos Eggs go up together, facing the aggravated giant sword and the Holy Grail Knight's slaying like brilliance, it will probably be cut into two halves.

It was just the words that caused Alimara to purse her lips, and her heart became complicated.

"It's okay, I'll do it myself one day."

Sitting on the chair next to her, she also began to imitate Nok, observing the ships coming and going on the coast, merchants, sailors, and her hometown is close to the forest. She can't get tired of this picturesque scenery.

But when she sneaked in, Lianli had already grasped the core point. She was in the accounting room, and Roel's parents had also settled in the castle. Now they have experienced the life of the nobility, but the only fun is not to enjoy, but to check the bills .

Every day, they will treasure the huge daily consumption of the castle, and then command the housekeeper to remove the excess consumption, and when they get angry, they will come to the door to bargain with the service provider.

At this moment Lianli was crossing her legs again, and said good things again, which aroused the joy of the two old people, and she finally saw her.

"Uncle, Auntie, Ma'am, look, do I and Lord Roel still match?"

(End of this chapter)