Chapter 608 9.31

Chapter 608 31

"Boss Hash, business is booming!"

"Haha, come on, come on! Give up your seat to Boss Hash. Google search and read"

"Man! Let old Turin take out his treasured black tea and brew some to welcome our distinguished guests!"

"Oh, old Tulin is old and has weak hands and feet. Boss Hash needs to be more careful."

In the early morning, the Byzantine teahouse was bustling with people. Although the Byzantine Kingdom and the Arab Empire were in a hostile relationship, a trading civilization had its enlightenment after all.

Even though they knew that there must be spies of the "Volcan Cult" hidden among the Arab merchants, Roman citizens still showed the greatest kindness to this group of Arabs.

While the power of the Tang Dynasty in the East was gradually declining, the Arab Empire under the control of the Abbas family had completely occupied the entire East-West Continental Bridge. Seven out of ten goods from the East in Constantinople had to pass through the hands of this group of Arab merchants.

Even though there are many conflicts between the two at the national level, the businessmen are still in harmony and as close as a family.

After all, who would turn down precious gold coins?

**

Before returning from the Black Desert, Mohammed al-Hashi said that he was somewhat famous among Arab merchants, but he was not outstanding. Being able to return successfully every time you enter the Black Desert is indeed a skill that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

But as we all know, the size of the Hash Caravan is not large.

Every time we return from the desert, there are as many as seven or eight loads of goods, and as few as three or four.

If it is sold to the king, it cannot be sold to the parliamentarians. If it is sold to the parliamentarians, the merchants will have nothing to sell. No matter how they operate, there will always be people who are dissatisfied with him.

However, this time when he returned to the city, Old Hash brought back 7 shipments of goods!

This is already equivalent to the total purchase volume of a large chamber of commerce in a year.

Not to mention that in the years before this, the Byzantine Empire was suffering from extreme shortages for a long time. This time, Old Hash moved a mountain of gold back solidly.

You don't need to look at himself, you can see it from his subordinates.

The penniless gang members and rogue gamblers were transformed into spendthrift rich men upon their return to the city.

It is not difficult to imagine how much gold and silver Old Hash himself can have left.

There are even rumors that he has made friends with the newly appointed female pharaoh deep in the Black Desert, and from then on he has no worries about purchasing channels. For a time, Mohammed Harsh became the most famous businessman in the city, and he seemed to have become a rising business legend.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. Being able to come back alive this time and see your old faces again is the happiest thing for me!"

"Old Turin, you've made a profit today, you bitch!"

“Serve khat to everyone in the restaurant, I’ll treat you!”

Everyone in the teahouse burst into exclamations at the same time.

A few months after returning to the city, Harsh has obviously adapted to the new life of a rich man.

The iron rooster who usually never pulls out his hair is now wearing Donglu silk. Like all successful businessmen in the city, he began to be followed by two beautiful female companions and housekeepers and servants.

Also, whenever you walk into a tavern or teahouse, the first thing you should say is "I'm treating you".

"Lord of Twilight" Fitzroy, who was hiding in the private room, looked at the chaotic hall and shook his head speechlessly.

The plot of taking off the human skin of "Hoval Gannicus" and disguising himself as a human corpse to frame the two Legalist mentors did not succeed.

This does not go beyond the calculations of the 'Lord of Disaster' Bertug.

If this group of Legalist apprentices were such easy enemies to deal with, "Lord of Twilight" Sardin would definitely not fall into their hands.

All the Arab merchants in the teahouse walked towards the Tang Dynasty downstairs, and a group of black-clothed and bearded men surrounded Old Hash like stars holding the moon in their arms.

Only Fitzroy was still sitting on the second floor of the teahouse.

He didn't like this new body.

During the Arab era, they lived in arid lands that lacked water. Their bodies had little water and always had a vague, strange smell.

But in order to complete his mission, he must continue to endure. Not only must he endure it, but he must also learn to be like other Arab merchants, recite the Flame Bible every day in front of the rising sun, go to the Arabic teahouse regularly, and gather with his fellow villagers.

Only in this way can it continue to lurk in human civilization.

"Lord Bertug is right. The human race has a size of 200 million. If we get rid of them one by one, it will take a thousand years to kill them all."

"Before the Father of Light comes, we can only hide among their groups like cockroaches."

“I really don’t know when this kind of day will end.”

He was the only one in the empty box. This was because he had just put on this human skin and had not had time to adapt to many habits of Arab businessmen.

The best way to deal with this situation is to avoid too much contact with other greasy beardies.

In his previous identity, he was the sweet potato in the hands of nobles, councilors and elders. He controlled the Styx sacrifices and used secret means to extend their lifespans.

Anyone who sees him must call him "Sir".

However, all this was ruined by that group of Legalist apprentices and that damn Loki Starrag. ‘Lord of Twilight’ Sardin died, and ‘Lord of Twilight’ Fitzroy’s status among the 12 sect masters plummeted.

In a sense, his current situation is all his own fault.

Because it was the East China Assassin "Xue Fei" whom he interviewed.

Originally thought that this was a group of stupid pigs that had fallen into a trap, but they showed their sharp fangs in the end and killed his closest partner in the gang.

This made all his arrangements look like a fool's.

Now Fitzro urgently needs to make some achievements again to regain his position in front of the "Patriarch". He knows that he is far behind the "Lord of Disaster" Betugu in terms of talent and execution.

Therefore, he was on the list of this big tree and implemented all his requirements with all his heart.

Dongdongdong, three rhythmic knocks came from the wooden door. He stood up and opened the door of the box. A Roman youth wearing a wide-brimmed felt hat and a bachelor's robe appeared at the door.

"The carriage sent by the chief ancient civilization scholar Hoffman has arrived at the door. Please move to the city of learning."

The bachelor looked at him with three points of respect, three points of fear, three points of panic, and 1 point of hidden alienation.

All this stems from the fact that the ‘Lord of Twilight’ Fitzroy is now an Arab sorcerer.

Before being skinned by Fitzroy, this sorcerer named ‘Destiny’ Azmon was said to be from the retainers of the Abbasid family. He has mastered the art of astrology and divination. No matter who comes to divination, Azmon can give a very accurate answer to any question they ask.

But all his clients will die in accidents within 3 years.

The mortality rate is close to 100%

For this reason, everyone in the Arab circle of Constantinople knows this person, but very few people dare to communicate with him.

Less communication means a lower chance of exposure.

But his reputation is so great that he will not arouse suspicion whether he enters or leaves the parliament or the palace.

This identity is just right for being the body of a lizard man.

After opening the door, Fitzroy walked out of the box, and the noisy teahouse Datang suddenly became silent. In the eyes of everyone, he slowly left step by step.

Not until he got on the carriage and drove away did the customers in the teahouse finally breathe a sigh of relief and resume their casual conversation.