Lord of the Oasis

Lord's Hall.

The pine oil torches for lighting, which were inserted into the walls, were burning with a crackle.

The leftover food scraps are still on the table and have not been cleaned up.

The slightly chubby housekeeper stood in a cold sweat and stood beside his master, Baron Dylan's seat, bowing his head. He understood that at this time, he should maintain the most humble and respectful attitude.

But actually no one cared about him.

In front of Baron Dylan, the jar of white salt that Kant brought was already on the table.

Manid held it up and put it down.

Through the opened seal, Baron Dylan can see the white flowers in the jar with the help of a slightly dim light, which are fine white salt, the finest condiments, luxury items that only nobles can buy, and the inside of the mage tower. Those mages who master extraordinary power are the most enthusiastic casting materials.

Slowly reaching in, Baron Dylan grabbed a pinch of white salt and scattered it like an hourglass in front of his eyes: "This is a good thing." His voice was still indifferent and cold, but there were also a few trembling sounds.

"Yes, Uncle Dylan, as you can see."

Kant sat in the chair with a smile on his mouth: "This is the deal I want to make with you."

Baron Dylan did not answer.

Instead, he narrowed his eyes, and there was a terrifying look in his eyes, just like his attitude when he was fighting for his life on the battlefield, he took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions, and then slowly said: "Kant, What exactly do you mean?"

"Long-term trade." Kant said.

Baron Dylan looked up at him: "I ask what you mean."

Feeling the prestige in his eyes, Kant didn't have the slightest wave in his heart, and said calmly: "Uncle Dylan, Auntie's family is a grain merchant in North County, and the trade route, together with South County and East County, I think this is your advantage."

Baron Dylan didn't answer, still looking directly at Kant.

He suddenly discovered that the seemingly shy and polite child he had seen before was no longer the Baron Kant sitting opposite him.

"Salt trade." Baron Dylan murmured.

"That's right." Kant nodded.

"A salt mine was discovered in your territory?" Baron Dylan continued to ask.

"Yes." Kant chuckled, without covering it up.

Such a straightforward answer made Baron Dylan silent for a moment before raising his head to look at Kant: "How many jars of this white salt can you give me every week, I need an accurate number."

"10 cans." Kant said: "I promise to have it every week."

Baron Dylan looked at him deeply, and finally nodded: "Okay."

"Pleasant cooperation, Uncle Dylan, I know you are my closest and most trusted uncle."

Kant smiled.

He is a smart man, and although Baron Dylan is a warrior from a commoner background, his low background does not affect his wisdom, whether it is business acumen or political acumen.

To be able to be promoted from a commoner to a knight, and later to become a baron, this is an extravagant hope that ordinary people cannot imagine.

Baron Dylan did just that.

Looking at the baron who was kind to him when he was a child, Kant didn't have any turbulence in his heart. He still looked at him sincerely and said, "The only one I can trust is you."

This is the truth, and Kant is not lying.

Baron Dylan squinted, he looked at Kant, and nodded with the same expressionless expression: "I am your mother's old deployment."

"I know." Kant nodded.

After coming to this world for so many years, he is not ignorant.

But this gimmick has no effect on him now, because his mother died of illness 15 years ago, and the deployment that once brought the lion duchy was also suppressed by the local nobles. scum.

For example, Baron Dylan, who made an important contribution to saving the victory of the battle,

They can only be exiled to the desolate and barren Stone Pass to become a baron. If it is a native lion duchy, it is estimated that it is possible to set aside an area on the fertile plains of Nanjun to build a village. The gap between the two is obviously unequal.

That's why Kant came to him.

From a commoner background, after going through untold hardships, what he finally got was an unequal and barren territory.

No one feels that their efforts are directly proportional to their rewards.

Baron Dylan, of course not reconciled.

Looking at this middle-aged baron, Kant did not show any inner emotions, but said sincerely: "Uncle Dylan, this may be the beginning of our success."

"That's right." Baron Dylan nodded, and he finally faced Kant.

Squinting slightly, he asked in a calm voice: "This trade is worth cooperating, but I hope to understand the specific details first." After a pause, he stared at Kant and said, "For example, the price of each can of white salt. how many."

"50 large silver coins are 150 large silver coins cheaper than the white salt currently circulating on the market."

Kant opened his mouth, but this answer made Baron Dylan's breath a little heavy.

Subconsciously clenched with one hand, Baron Dylan narrowed his eyes, looked at Kant's eyes and continued to say solemnly: "I don't understand your price."

On the market in the Principality of Lions, the price of white salt is 200 large silver coins.

And in exchange for things, it is equivalent to the villages on the barren land in North County, all the fields cultivated by free people and serfs, all add up and are the output of a full three years.

At the beginning, Kant could make the exclusive elite cavalry of Xiongshibao work for 20 large silver coins.

Now the profit of 150 big silver coins per can of salt, who can ignore it?

Kant raised the corners of his mouth.

But his face was still sincere: "I mean, of course, at the price of 50 large silver coins per jar, selling these white salts to you, my most respected Uncle Dylan."

"This..." Rao is that Baron Dylan was mentally prepared, but he was still shocked and speechless.

10 jars of white salt per week, profit of 150 large silver coins per jar of white salt.

1500 large silver coins a week.

6000 large silver coins per month.

A year is 72,000 large silver coins.

You must know that even if the Lions Principality is the richest in the entire Principality, it is built on the banks of the Reisniston River and belongs to the king's direct command. The trade is extremely prosperous in the Lionheart City, and the annual tax revenue can only reach 50,000 large silver coins.

In addition to various maintenance fees and personnel expenses, it is not bad to be able to obtain a net profit of 30,000 large silver coins from these taxes.

But now, Baron Dylan is so easy to get 72,000 large silver coins a year.

Really profitable.

Baron Dylan clenched his fists tightly.

He looked at Kant, and the original reason suddenly disappeared at this moment.

Breathing deeply, Baron Dylan smiled: "My most generous little Kant, you know, in my honor and in your mother's name, we will be the best partners."

"Of course, Uncle Dylan." Kant smiled, very sincere.

It's just that in Baron Dylan's eyes, a bit of coldness flashed, but he was forcibly suppressed by him.

Salt mines in the Narun desert.

This is indeed a coveted resource.

But he also needs to determine where this resource is and whether it can be completely controlled by him.

Although he is the lord of the Stone Pass, Baron Dylan knows his strength. He belongs to the weakest group among the lords of North County, not to mention the wealthy South County and the East County that has stopped communicating. The strength of the lords is what can become powerful.

This dinner is coming to an end.

With a smile on his face, Baron Dylan turned his head and glanced at the butler next to him, who was sweating coldly. He was satisfied with the appearance of standing blankly with his head bowed. He was an honest man who was threatened by him.

Looking at Kant, he also asked: "My dear little Kant, should other people not know about the news of the salt trade?"

"No, no one knows."

Kant nodded and shrugged with a smile: "But Uncle Dylan, after your caravan starts to operate, I think a lot of people will know about it, and it is estimated that there will be a lot of trouble."

"It doesn't matter, it will be resolved." Baron Dylan lowered his head and smiled, his face even brighter.

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