Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 172 The Nightmare in Marienburg

The first month passed, and the time came and went quickly, and the lords of Bordeaux were becoming extravagant now, because they got an extra income of hundreds of gold coins, which was equivalent to their annual taxes.

A large number of luxury goods orders and service demands have also made the life of farmers in Bordello very comfortable.

At this moment, decrees are scattered as freely as copper coins. You can get 6 decrees as a salary for sewing clothes for the lord, and you can get 2 decrees as a reward if the chef is satisfactory.

The extravagant atmosphere changed Bordereau's original drinking style and completely turned the capital of drunkards into a rich and luxurious place.

The good news is that this weird situation won't last long, because half a year's wine consumption of the imperial people has been wiped out by this wave.

What they are looking at is the high-end market. When nobles buy them, they will only put them in a glass cabinet and watch them. Maybe they will take a bite when they encounter good things.

Of course, the nobles of Bourdereau couldn't help being happy knowing that the wine that their farmer's daughter stepped on was packaged as a good product like Bordereau's special offering or the Royal Collection of Palaion, and was enshrined by the Imperials as their ancestors.

And the nobles of the empire were told that the fine wine was made by the peasant girls of Bretonnia in season, and the people of the empire also showed a strange interest...

Overall, everyone is happy.

But when the nobleman asked Roel how to get rich next time, Roel would mysteriously make a silent gesture.

Good things continued, but for some reason Roel was urged to marry, he naturally ignored it, although he was very obedient, especially his parents.

As for the nonsense about being unfilial and having no descendants, he doesn't really want to know, because the world will end soon, and even if you get married, you may not have a descendant.

After the payment for the first batch of wine arrived, and after sharing with the other lords, Roel filled the entire bathtub with gold coins for the first time, lying on it like Donald Duck's Uncle Scrooge.

Or the dragon Smaug in The Lord of the Rings, occupying the property of the Lonely Mountain?

He still lowered his throat and made a gurgling sound, amused by himself again.

Then complain. "It's really uncomfortable, what Shabi likes to lie on this."

That's right, the plan was normal and successful. The glittering golden crown was recorded like flowing water, and the head portrait was not King Lawn, but Kagaba.

Looks like a morale booster.

Now the metals, ironware, and a lot of manpower he purchased from other lords have also arrived in the territory. Huge battleships and countless iron cannons are fighting in the territory.

He doesn't plan to point out the technology of the longbow upgrade, because the current money, about [-] gold coins, will be used to build ships, expand the territory, and recruit troops.

Adventurers and mercenaries from all directions are gathering in his collar, and part of the money needs to be used to open up relationships with other lords.

Even Roel, who is so successful, can't face the reality. As long as he wants to make long-term plans, he will definitely make as much as he makes.

Now that the trade route of the Seine River has been opened up, relying on the friendship of Cologne, Lawn readily handed over the precious canal at a friendly price of 50 gold coins.

Using the rights of knights to do peasant things is equivalent to cheating in Bretonnia. When you don't care about mercenaries, business, and morality, and the major lords have to follow your lead, the kingdom and the duke are afraid of your strength and power. Kindness.

Merchants are also fawning, then you are already an unknown duke.

Now, the Seine can go straight to Ricoland, the hinterland of the empire, where this huge bordeaux wine will be sold again.

But I don’t know how long it will take to accumulate such a large scale again. Wine production is not available all year round, and road transportation is also full of difficulties.

But the benefits created this time reached a full [-] gold coins. Even if the lord, tariffs, raw materials, and merchants took a lot, the rest for Roel was enough for him to be happy and unrestrained for a lifetime.

Three thousand gold coins, you don't have that much in the duke's treasury!
But Roel didn't blink, and threw them all into the vast ocean of war reserves again. He was already preparing to face the end of the world. Is Chaos ready to taste the salute of the ship?
Overall, things are good, except…

At the moment, Marienburg in the distance is the most famous commercial city in the empire and the richest human city in the Old Continent. It is both beautiful and rich, especially 100 years ago, the merchants of Marienburg bought it with a huge amount of gold comparable to the wealth of the residents of the mountains. After gaining independence, they are now extremely wealthy.

A huge group of mercenaries, including Norscans, Bretonnians, and Imperials, adequately armed with firearms, cannons, and huge land battleships.

The people of Marienburg are all talking about them, and they believe that no one can easily take them down in terms of commerce and force.

Until a while ago, the abundance of high quality "cheap" Bretonnian wines dried up their noble wine market.

Wine has always been an important part of the empire's trade, because in this era, there are not many things that can be traded long-distance, nothing more than cloth, ironware, wine, tea, and dried meat.

To say that apart from weaving and ironware, what is the most important thing for Marienburg, it is of course Bretonnia's wine export industry to the empire that they almost monopolize.

But during this period, starting about a month ago, the merchants in Marienburg quickly discovered that the imperials had wine, and they were not interested in their goods.

Businessmen are not stupid, and they are very sensitive. Today's chamber of commerce hall is full of people, and they are all discussing one thing.

There are a lot of high-quality things that are enough to fill the wine market!
"Jesus, you know what? It's called a Polderott..."

"That's a special offering..."

"Where did they come from? There are too many."

But among the noisy crowd, although it is complicated, it is not hopeless. For Marienburg, wine is only a small amount of money, and they will not despair.

But a few well-dressed rich men sat frowning on the velvet sofas of the Chamber of Commerce, and they were the most urgent, because they were in charge of mercenary management.

If the wine is related to the interests of most merchants, then what they encounter probably involves the survival of all merchants.

That is, the mercenaries are all going to pick up new jobs outside. Without protection, they will die suddenly!

At this moment, they gathered in the guild to wait for the guild's announcement, but the well-informed merchants already knew that it was the changes brought about by the merchants of Nuln, but they came only to be more clear.

When the door of the chamber of commerce was opened, a luxuriously dressed man stepped onto the high platform, took out the manuscript, and muttered.

"I have a dream..."

(End of this chapter)