Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

"Not a bad start."

Verin praised him and left the underground fortress.

After resting for a night, we entered the provincial capital of Cardero Province the next day.

In Dongcheng District, the aristocratic district of Cardro Province, Weilin came to a house belonging to the Qixing Chamber of Commerce. After settling down, he spread out his people to look for people with abnormal mental state and strange behavior, preferably those who had just recently. People who come to the provincial capital of Cadero.

On the second day after arriving in the provincial capital, Verin received an invitation from Governor Fisk.

"Tell me, is he thinking about my money?" Weilin put the invitation aside and chatted to Kyle.

"My subordinates think so." Kyle thought for a moment and replied seriously, "If there is no profit, we will not start early. The governor must have tasted the sweetness from the last transaction. This time, he can't wait for the Lord's arrival."

"Go visit our governor in three days."

"Yes, Lord." After hearing this, Kyle immediately left the room and went down to make preparations.

……

On September 9725, in the Glorious Calendar, in a private room on the third floor of a high-end restaurant, Verin and Governor Fisk each sat on one side of the dining table. Their subordinates were dining and waiting on the second floor.

"We haven't seen him for a few months. The Governor looks very radiant. He must have gained a lot." Weilin picked up the knife and fork, cut off a piece of meat, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

"Hahaha, it's just a little gain, and it's all thanks to you, Tovelin." Fisk laughed heartily and responded to Verin, without any pretense of the Governor.

"I heard that the kingdom has a new order recently?" Verin looked up at Fisk and asked with a smile.

Looking at Weilin's harmless expression, Fisk was a little shocked. He had just received the order from the royal capital today, how could this kid know about it.

Could it be that he failed to guess, or that his elders revealed it to him in advance.

However, this news will be announced at the Noble Council in a month. It doesn't hurt to tell the other party now, and it will have no impact on the subsequent trading activities.

Later, Fisk replied without changing his expression: "The kingdom does have the latest order. In half a year, an inspection force will arrive in the province of Cardero to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the nobles' troops to ensure that there are enough low-level people in the war with the dwarves." Troops are available.”

"Nobles who fail to meet the standards will be punished, and in serious cases, their titles will be deprived."

When Weilin heard this, his heart was in turmoil. He just said it casually, but he didn't expect such a thing to happen.

Fortunately, he was as steady as an old dog, and Fisk didn't notice the clues.

It seems that the facial expression management I learned from Kyle for a while is still very useful, but I don’t know where this kid learned it.

Looking at Fisk without fear, Verin said calmly: "It is very consistent with the news I received. Many nobles are going to be unlucky."

"That's true, but that has nothing to do with us."

Fisk raised his glass. Seeing this, Verin also picked up the wine in his hand and held the glass with him in the distance.

"My Lord Governor, I'm afraid you're inviting me this time for more than just catching up on old times." Weilin put down his wine glass, got straight to the point, and asked.

"I have a large amount of business here, and I want to trade with you, Welin. I don't know if you are willing." Fisk said with a smile without showing off.

"Please tell me." Weilin put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said to Fisk.

"I have a group of high-quality slaves, architects, magic craftsmen, magicians, forest gardeners, tea masters, animal trainers and other special talents. I wonder if you are interested, Verin." Fisk also ended the meal. Sitting on the table and chair, he spoke.

"How many people are there?" Welin had some guesses in his mind and asked Fisk.

"One hundred people are all intact. No arms or legs are missing. They are just a little unruly and need to be tamed by you personally." Fisk said with a smile.

"Prisoner of war?"

"Correct."

Just as he thought, he was a half-elf prisoner of war.

Verin looked at Fisk and wondered where the old guy got so many talents.

"How much."

"One for three thousand gold coins, package and sell." Fisk raised three fingers and said.

Weilin frowned: "It's a bit expensive, about fifteen hundred gold coins each."

"No, no, I'll suffer a little loss, two thousand five hundred gold coins each."

"My Lord Governor, I must be the only one in Cardro Province who can eat the products here. I don't know if you can accept the price of two thousand gold coins each." Weilin looked at Fisk and pretended to be in pain. I ignored it and continued to counteroffer.

"Two thousand gold coins is a bit low. How about two thousand three hundred gold coins?" Fisk asked tentatively. He couldn't push the other party into a hurry. If he was cheated, he would suffer a big loss.

"Let me think about it." Weilin lowered his head and pretended to think.

As time passed, Fisk became unable to sit still as he saw Weilin's delay in replying.

He spent 200,000 gold coins to buy these half-elves, so he couldn't throw them away in his hands.

If it is a female half-elf, then there is no need to worry about selling it. The key is that these one hundred are all men. Except for a very small number of nobles, who would want these male half-elves.

When he thought of that damned beast, Fisker was filled with hatred. Seeing that he had not inspected the goods despite having known each other for more than ten years, he really wanted to beat himself to death at that time.

Verin found that Fisk was a little restless, and it seemed that there was indeed something wrong with this batch of goods.

Five years ago, when he bought Eunice at the Basak Chamber of Commerce in Bagamo, the slave city, he spent 3,500 gold coins.

Now that the price is so low, the other party is willing to trade, which shows that Fisker is a taker.

"My Lord Governor, I want to inspect the goods first."

Hearing this, Fisk's heart lifted up, and when he heard the second half of the sentence, he put his heart back in his stomach.

"As long as the goods are genuine and have no other uses, I am willing to trade them."

"No problem, I'll take you there right away." Fisk said to Verin with a smile on his face.

These 200,000 gold coins were one-fifth of his net worth. If it fell on his hands, all his hard work over the past few years would have been in vain.

An hour later, everyone arrived at the basement of a house in Dongcheng District.

The servant turned on the lights, and more than twenty iron cages appeared.

Verin stepped forward and checked one by one. Although they were all male half-elves, each one was in good health, but their spirits were a little sluggish.

"How?" Fisk asked from the side.

"Two thousand one hundred and fifty gold coins, this is the highest price I can give. If the Governor can give me some compensation, it is not impossible to trade at the price of two thousand three hundred gold coins." Weilin stood up and said to Fei Sk said.

As long as he can trade, Fisker no longer expects how much money he can make, as long as the goods don't fall into his own hands.

As for the other party's desire to compensate, he knew very well what Weilin had in mind. It wasn't his property anyway, so there was nothing to feel bad about.