Chapter 1089 Livestock Trade

After the magic illusion accompanied Gladys into the land of the main island of Sartosa, Draknir signaled Tornio that he could act.

The passenger ship will stay in Sartosa for five days, which is enough time for Prince Caledo to understand the situation of the Merchant Union.

Draknir and Tornio put on similar exquisite clothes and walked into a small tavern that was out of tune with the port environment.

The tavern was not large and there were very few guests inside. The delicate-looking girl stood behind the table, with an impeccable smile full of enthusiasm.

The human girl observed the two elves who entered at the fastest speed. The elf walking in front had a dry face. Although his eyes were calm, his eyes revealed a fierceness from time to time.

The elf behind him was handsome, tall and extraordinary. Even though his face was easy-going, his proud aura was lingering.

The person who made the decision should be this young elf.

The girl bowed her head and greeted the visitor,

"You must be Mr. Tornio, I am Weir, the owner of Pierrot Tavern."

Tornio nodded, came to the table, asked for a glass of rum, and raised his eyebrows to ask the follower.

"What would you like? Even His Majesty the Phoenix King would be jealous of the drinks here."

Hearing such boasting, Weir smiled even more. Although she had never seen what the Phoenix King looked like, she felt that there was no difference between him and the human Grand Duke and Prince. They were all a group of male creatures who loved alcohol and lust.

Dracnier's eyebrows jumped unconsciously several times. Although he knew that Tornio's words were just a joke, it seemed too cheap for the elven monarch to praise a human tavern with the taste of the Phoenix King.

"A glass of cider."

Cider? Isn't that a drink for children? Weir was surprised. Elves are good at drinking wine, but she has never seen an adult male elf come here to order cider.

Tornio waved his hand to let Weir get on with the guy, and said with a frivolous smile, "He is trying to get pregnant recently. According to the advice of the elf doctor, he can't drink alcohol recently."

"I see, you must love your wife very much."

"Why do you say that?"

"I have seen many people who, even though they are drunk, still blame their wives for not having children."

Dracniel shrugged without responding. It was obvious that Weir flattered the wrong person. The reason why the Caledor family has few offspring is really not the woman's fault.

Weir took out the rum and cider, and after watching the two guests drink most of them, she smiled even more.

"Sir Tornio, the livestock transaction you entrusted to the Commercial Union has already found a suitable seller, a total of 300 sheep, 300 camels, 400 peacocks, 400 beef cattle, and 700 pack horses.

Recently, a customer is in urgent need of transferring a standard New World merchant ship due to poor business."

The metaphorical code name made Draknir and Tornio look at each other. The elves can communicate with subtle eye contact, and Prince Caledo also said in advance that he would use magic to ask the captain in his mind.

"Sheep are from the Empire, camels are from the Arabs, peacocks are from the Southern Kingdom, beef cattle are from Kislev, and pack horses are from Bretonnia."

Tornio nodded skillfully, indicating that he was very satisfied with the number. "Sure enough, cooperating with the Merchants' Union is the fastest and most effective way to make money. If I were to find a seller myself, I really don't know when I could get two ships together."

"Can you tell me what you want these animals for? The Merchants' Union will reasonably allocate the species ratio according to your needs."

"Cosqui is planning to open a lumberyard in Naggaroth recently to cut high-quality wood to build ships. I need a certain number of animals as a source of meat."

Weir's smile never stopped. The slave trade of two thousand was enough for her to make a lot of money as a contact.

But then, Draknir's words disrupted her breathing.

"I have a mine granted by the Dragon Court, located on the south side of the Iron Peaks. Well... I need a lot of livestock as a source of meat.

As you know, mining is hard work, and the environment in the north of Naggaroth is also relatively harsh. We need a group of healthy and firm-fleshed livestock."

Weir asked carefully, "Excuse me, who are you?"

Draconil poked his head out and looked around for a while. After finding that no one was paying attention, he whispered in Weir's ear, "You know that His Royal Highness the Dragon Prince got married recently."

"Yes, the whole of Sartosa is happy about this." Whether it is true or not, Weir will bring out the same excuse to anyone.

"I am the distant brother of his wife Gladys. You should also know that His Royal Highness the Dragon Prince's in-laws are civilians. In order to highlight the wealth and power of the Caledor family, he bestowed many things that seem extremely precious to civilians on his wife's relatives."

In order to prove the authenticity of his words, Draconil solemnly took out a magic scroll from his robe and spread it out for Weir to see.

Weier had learned the Elven language, but the words on the magic scroll were not accessible to normal intermediaries, but classical court language.

The girl pondered for a long time, and finally shook her head with difficulty, making an apologetic expression, "Sir, I need to ask the relevant departments. If this information is true, I can guarantee that you can get a batch of high-quality livestock."

Indicating the intermediary to take the magic scroll away, Draknir winked at Tornio. This time he was ready to get something for nothing.

The mine existed on the south side of the Iron Mountains, but it actually belonged to the royal mining area of ​​the Dragon Palace. It contained rich high-quality ores and dimensional stones for experimental purposes.

Imagine that the buyers of livestock do not have so many gold leaf coins, but a valuable mine is so attractive. What will the merchants do?

In just fifteen minutes, Weir, who returned to the table with the magic scroll, looked at Draknir and felt like she had seen her father. She personally poured another glass of cider for the guest.

"The mine under your name may need more livestock than expected. The Merchants' Union has consulted the relevant departments of Caledor and learned that there is no formal mining equipment here. If you need it, we can provide installation and maintenance services at a preferential price."

"How many livestock can you provide?"

"Twelve thousand."

Draknir thought to himself, twelve thousand people... I didn't even find any relevant information in the recent intelligence of the Dragon Court. It seems that the Merchants' Union is more involved than imagined.

"Give me a specific number, including equipment installation and maintenance."

When it comes to business, Weir needs to brag about her own high-quality products as much as possible. She asked Draknir not to worry. No matter how much she said verbally, it can't compare to seeing it with her own eyes.

The Merchants' Union can meet all the needs of customers...