Black Dragon Code

"You said you wanted to work with us?"

Sifu looked at Roy Brando, the caravan leader who had dealt with the tribe many times, and tapped the bone staff lightly with his fingers with sharp nails: "You want to sell our fruit pulp for the Stone Crow Clan? "

As he said that, he turned his attention to Gal, Orcash and the others. Under the scrutiny of the old leader, the orcs all lowered their heads and looked at their chests, as if they had revealed an important secret of the tribe.

"Excuse me, my lord."

Roy bowed slightly. He had never had a face-to-face conversation with the real leader of the Stone Crow clan before. Facing a spellcaster who might be an archmage, anyone should respect: "It's not their fault, yours The warriors are just too upright to see us tortured by the curse."

He explained something to the orcs who went to Duru Basin with him, hoping to win their favor.

"Your Majesty Wizard, since the accident last time, I have always felt guilty. To be honest, I have great sympathy for everyone's misfortune. I always hope to find a way to make up for my mistakes."

Roy wiped away the tears that didn't exist, and looked distraught: "But I'm just an ordinary businessman, what else can I do besides praying to the gods day and night?"

"But today, I found a way to repay you all."

His expression turned from sadness to excitement again: "As long as you can give the fruit pulp to my caravan for sale, I, Roy Brando, would like to swear on my honor, that I will definitely bring you a great deal in the near future." To improve the current situation of the Stone Crow Clan."

The old leader didn't answer.

In fact, it was not the wizard who talked to Roy, but Caesar who was far away in the lair on the top of the mountain. Sif established a connection with the black dragon through a spiritual link, and then he relayed Caesar's words from his mouth.

There was a moment of silence, during which Roy kept staring at the expression on the old orc's face, trying to figure out what he was thinking.

"It is impossible to give you the formula. This is a secret passed down by our Stone Crow clan since ancient times." The old orc said.

"The secret of fart."

Roy swears, I don’t know if it’s been two hundred years since this damned orc clan appeared in the wilderness. God knows if you stole the formula when you were the subordinates of some evil dragon, and you are talking about secrets with shy faces. You are simply worse than humans. Be hypocritical.

He didn't expect that he would be so close to the truth with a random guess.

Having said that, Roy also knows that it is not realistic to pry out the fruit juice formula from the mouths of these orcs, and the hope is quite slim, so he is not too entangled. He nodded slightly, and the lines came out: "I understand, I respect the customs and taboos of the major clans."

"Although I am just an ordinary businessman, I still have many friends in the northern countries. As long as you can sell the finished products to me, I believe that with my hands, tons of grain will come to Shiya in the near future. clan."

Such a firm promise seemed to reassure the old orc Sifu, he responded, and said, "How much?"

How much is it divided into?

Roy was stunned. "Sharing" is a very fashionable business model in the northern countries. It usually only appears in the economically developed south and sea trade. In the relatively backward northern countries, merchants sell goods for others. It adopts the mode of collecting commissions on a regular basis.

He originally thought that once the Stone Crow clan handed over the fruit pulp to him, these stupid orcs would have nothing to do with them. The orcs had no way of knowing what was going on in the market, so he could hire a professional businessman to talk nonsense.

At that time, he can also directly embezzle the proceeds. These dirty and low-intelligence orcs are only worthy of drinking some soup after them.

Unexpectedly, the word "divided" popped out of the mouth of the short-sighted orc. This old guy's wisdom and solidity were beyond imagination, which caused his originally clear thoughts to be messed up.

Plans need to be rethought.

Roy fell into a brief silence.

However, he is also one of the heirs of the big family, so he quickly figured it out.

"One thing is undeniable: the fruit juice was indeed painstakingly brewed by orcs."

Soon, Roy began to think about it, and tentatively said, "But please allow me to remind you that I will be responsible for the transportation of goods and sales to the northern countries, and I have to build business channels in various countries from scratch. It’s not easy either.”

"So, I hope that 37% will be divided into 30% and the Stone Crow Clan will get 3%. Do you agree with this?"

He finished speaking in one breath, mixed with many obscure words that the orcs couldn't understand at all, the purpose was to confuse the old wizard, so that he could easily agree to his conditions.

Unexpectedly, the old guy didn't care what he said, and immediately shook his head and refused: "No, seventy percent of the Stone Crow Clan."

"How can this be!"

Roy seemed to be taken aback, with a frightened expression on his face: "My friend, please understand me. I am just a businessman. It is not easy to sell things from foreigners to the northern countries. Those city guards, The nobles are all vampires... I need at least 60%."

"Seventy percent for the Stone Crow Clan and thirty percent for humans."

The old orc remained unmoved, and insisted that he would never change: "If you don't agree with this, you can cancel this cooperation."

At this time, it shows the effect of Caesar's previous arrangements. If the Stone Crow Clan takes the initiative to approach humans and ask to sell summer grass, they will definitely be suppressed by them. No matter how profitable summer grass is, they will be exploited Only a layer of skin remains.

In the end, he designed the caravan to discover the fruit pulp brewed by the orcs by "coincidence", and then he couldn't stand the temptation to speak up. In the case of asking for help from the Stone Crow Clan, human beings are naturally at a disadvantage in negotiations, and the orcs firmly occupy the dominant position.

No matter how eloquently Roy spouts nonsense, as long as Caesar does not let go, there is nothing he can do.

In the end, Roy couldn't resist the huge benefits of Summer Grass, and agreed to reach an agreement with the Stone Crow Clan. The tribe will provide the finished product of Summer Grass fruit pulp, and the caravan will be responsible for selling it to the northern countries. .

"Then, please let us sign together under the witness of the God of Truth."

The words of the old orc gave Roy his last hope. He gritted his teeth. Considering that this is a business with no money after all, even 40% of it is better than nothing, so he reluctantly signed the contract " Roy Brando".