Chapter 33

"Do you mean that Owen is in contact with your men? Want you to mix with him?" Suellen took an iron swab and strung a sturgeon. The delicious sturgeon was roasted on the campfire. The delicious sturgeon was smeared with the seasoning made by suellent and roasted on the fire, emitting a tempting smell.

Johnson secretly swallowed his saliva and forcibly removed his eyes from the roasted sturgeon. "Yes, when we were with his caravan, he offered to let us mix with him, but I refused."

"Well done." Su Lun blew the roast fish, and then bit it on the fattest fish belly. The special seasoning and sweet and smooth fish meat were mixed together to bring top enjoyment to the taste buds.

"Gulu." there was a sound of swallowing.

"Here's the seasoning. Bake it yourself. Don't get in the way." Suellen took a small bottle of seasoning from his pocket and threw it to Johnson.

"Thank you, boss!" Johnson caught the bottle in a panic, carefully smelled the bottle, grinned at Su Lun and left excitedly.

Three mouths and two mouths wiped out the grilled fish. Su Lun rubbed his belly with satisfaction, took a few mouthfuls of wheat wine next to him, and then burped comfortably.

After dinner, Suellen asked Johnson to gather the barbarian soldiers for a short meeting, and then wandered back to bed, completely ignoring Owen's small movements.

Owen was worried that Suellen would come to the door and specially prepared a set of speeches. To his surprise, Suellen didn't respond. This made Owen a little uncertain, but he still didn't give up soliciting the barbarians. After understanding the rewards given by Suellen to the barbarians, he doubled the number of rewards and continued to lobby. There was no mention of other titles and fiefs.

Unexpectedly, he succeeded this time. He promised to solicit the barbarian buns he ignored yesterday. However, although he promised to solicit, Su Lun's consent is needed to take these barbarian soldiers away, but in Owen's opinion, this is not a difficult problem.

As the steward of Bauhinia chamber of Commerce, he is not an ordinary businessman. You know, what he does has already involved the arms trade. Will it be an ordinary businessman who can do the arms trade since ancient times? The owner of the Bauhinia chamber of commerce is the Marquis of Christman. At the same time, it is also inextricably linked with the royal family. Otherwise, where did the war horses of the Centaur tribe in the thunder Knights of the Empire come from.

With the royal family and Marquis crisman, one of the four marques, as the backstage, he did not believe that sulun, a pioneering aristocrat, dared not give him face. So after confirming that the barbarian soldiers agreed to his solicitation, Owen came to Suellen for talks at the first time.

"What are you talking about? You want me to let those barbarian soldiers go?" Su Lun slapped the table with an angry expression, as if he was ready to do it directly the next second.

"Your Excellency Suellen, I know this will cause you a great loss, so I am willing to compensate you for your loss." Owen's calm expression shows the aristocratic etiquette incisively and vividly, as if he was a real aristocrat.

Owen patted his palm gently. A footman behind him came forward, put the black wooden box on the table between them, and then respectfully withdrew.

"Your Excellency sulun, as long as you agree to let those barbarian soldiers who are willing to leave go, here are 500 jinnars, which is the support of Bauhinia chamber of Commerce for your territory."

With that, Owen gently opened the wooden box and revealed that it was full of Kinnard. Sulun didn't speak. He reached out and grabbed a handful of jinnar. The heavy texture, cold temperature, glittering golden brilliance, lovely jinnar by jinnar, is so attractive.

"It seems that you have made a decision." Owen said with a smile and a spring breeze, sneering in his heart. He is also a short-sighted aristocrat. It seems that this territory will not last long. Maybe when his caravan comes from Owen city again, it will become a piece of ruins.

When was the last time I met this kind of thing? Two years ago or three years ago? What happened to that territory? It seems that there is no trace at all. Now think about it, the noble's grave grass is three feet high.

"I refuse!" Kinnard slipped out of his hand and fell into the box again, with a pleasant sound of metal impact.

"What?" Owen looked at the young noble in front of him in surprise. Obviously, he didn't expect Suellen to refuse him.

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong!" Kinnard's impact sounded in his ear.

Su Lun said solemnly, "those barbarians are my personal guards. How many bloody and corpse ridden battlefields have they accompanied me? They carry countless bloody glory. They are my most trusted comrades in arms, my closest partners, my brothers in life and death. Do you know?"

"More money!"

"Add a thousand ginals and two carts of grain." Owen took a few deep breaths, forced himself to stabilize his mood, and then a glimmer of contempt flashed in his eyes.

"Deal!" Su Lun patted the table and said very readily, "but I want 1500 ginals in cash. Things must be delivered to me today, or the deal will be invalid!"

"Yes." Owen agreed directly and didn't bargain with Suellen. He doesn't want to stay here for a quarter of an hour now.

Not long after that, Owen sent his men to deliver the promised jinnar and materials. Even the noble etiquette was too lazy to perfunctory. He left his territory with the caravan and 17 barbarian soldiers.

After harvesting 1500 ginals and 2000 kg of grain again, sulun was in a very good mood. He didn't care about Owen's attitude at all, and personally sent the caravan out of the territory.

Sulun doesn't want to keep 1500 ginals. The money won't work. Although his territory is developing well, the population is too small. He is going to buy some ordinary slaves to farm for himself.

The price of such serfs is not high. A serf can buy two jinnars. This time, he plans to buy 500 serfs at one time, and the remaining 500 jinnars are used to buy grain.

Of course, he will not leave the territory now. Without him in the territory, who knows whether the Jackal will rebel and whether the monsters in the wilderness will take the opportunity to attack, so he can only let his men go.

The candidate is Jean, the former mercenary leader. Su Lun has just discovered that the timid mercenary leader is also a talent. After officially joining his territory, Su Lun found that Jean's property panel actually has a "trading" skill.