Chapter 200 That's a treasure land

“This is a great opportunity to get rich.”

Cerill told himself this.

He is a small businessman and also relies on buying and selling goods to the frontline for a living.

However, unlike most vendors, he is a special businessman called "Swallow".

"Swallows" never travel during normal seasons. Only when orcs are harassed the most frequently will they risk their lives and carry smaller precious materials to the north.

Although there are very few items in a single transaction, you can get high profits equivalent to a small caravan.

But the disadvantages of becoming a "swallow" are also obvious, and this profession is more life-consuming.

The three generations of the Cerille family were all "swallows". The male members of the family were always stable between one and two, and no one has lived past thirty years old yet.

It is indeed possible to make a lot of money when doing this business, but Seriel cannot take risks every year. Only when the money is about to be spent will he set out again with fear.

Fortunately, this year, he has a new choice.

However, most of the crew ignored the merchants' nonsense. Windersol had long said hello to them, and they also knew that these fishmen would not attack the ship.

"Those babies are my life! What should we do?"

Then, a few pieces of moss were boiled as a side dish, and the fish were eaten with seaweed.

The merchants are increasingly looking forward to that mysterious territory.

This long-term surveillance really made him notice the movement at the first time.

"Windersol is a broken territory. The lord there lost his head three years ago. He could not save that acre of three-point land at all!"

"There are also fishmen! Those self-righteous idiots got on the ship! But they didn't know that the bottom of the ship would be chiseled at any time!"

The first passengers who set out were actually a little nervous.

In just five days, the boaters pulled the ship to the territory.

The captain left only one sentence and walked out of the cabin again.

How could they be so easy to talk to?

"You have to ask the Lord of Windsol."

The captain shrugged.

A brand new route, although full of opportunities, is often accompanied by the same risks.

"Are they having dinner at the bottom of the boat?"

"He can even tame those upright rats, and it shouldn't be a problem for taming fishmans or something."

Large caravans also have such ideas.

There are also many negative news about Windsol that grew out of an instant. Some people heard that the local lord's summoning object was a mouse, so they laughed at me that Ictor was a "Freikun".

The first impression of merchants of the city behind the port is that they have abundant martial ethics.

I saw more than a dozen fishmen approaching the ship without concealing their whereabouts.

The merchants carrying large and small bags walked down the newly built river port, which is still being expanded, and it is expected that five large ships can be docked at the same time.

Cerill was really shocked, and the rumor suddenly came true!

"Where is the fishman!"

"Mr. Captain, are you crazy? They can only be chiseling a boat!"

Large caravans are often the ideal hunting targets for orcs, and in their restless season, the quotes of front-line territories are so heart-warming.

Cerill remembers that wherever there are amphibious fishmen, attacks are usually accompanied by attacks.

Fortunately, today, the genius lord who came out of nowhere opened the waterway. The merchants, who knew how much oil and water were, began to grab tickets desperately. Two gentlemen even fought for two beast tickets!

If you can transport one more bag of goods, you will get one more profit!

On the day when the cargo ship set sail, speculators who grabbed the ticket boarded the ship arrogantly.

Then I was shocked by the fishman's behavior.

There are also many sad people in the city who have not won the ticket, so a rumor suddenly became popular among the people.

"Look for the captain! This cargo ship should have hired adventurers to protect him and ask them to find someone to clear the fishman!"

Cerill was snatched by the captain and pulled him to the side of the side and looked down impatiently.

A fishman used the shell in his hand to scrape off the barnacle at the bottom of the boat and put it in his mouth to show off happily.

Although the probability of drowning is not high when ships sail near the river bank, their cargo may not be saved.

"Gentlemen, don't be excited, maybe take a good look at what those fishmen are doing."

The constant intelligence from the Ministry of Internal Affairs made Icket feel high in blood pressure, but he didn't pay much attention to it, because facts are better than words.

This can be said to be a rapid pace for land by land that often lasts for more than half a month.

A businessman exclaimed, and this sentence immediately caused panic among people.

The merchants opened their eyes. Was it because the fishmen in the Wendersol area were more docile, or were they caught in the illusion?

“How the hell did this?”

However, the merchants did not understand the sailors' reactions. They did not explain everything to the panicked merchants until the captain was tidying up his clothes while walking up from below.

The most dangerous part of this journey is the area where orc cavalrymen appear. As long as you bypass them and reach the real frontline, the situation will be much better.

"No! They must be digging a boat!"

So when he heard that there was a boat ticket that could go directly to Windsol, Cerill bought tickets for himself and his donkey without saying a word.

The soldiers there are not weak.

In the past, they could not walk through water.

"It's an amphibious fishman!"

"Wait and see, those disgusting bad guys in the water will eat them like birds catching bugs!"

With the ships that go directly to Windersol, Seriel no longer has to fight wits and courage with orcs in the jungle!

Before leaving, Cerill also heard some rumors about Windsol.

Cerill almost didn't feel angry. It was now, and the captain was still perfunctory to them!

"Calm down, sir, please calm down, come with me, yes, come here and see, now, please tell me what they are doing?"

"What?"

The merchants immediately started to act on the deck, asking the sailor to go down to kill the fisherman, and warned the first mate to deal with it quickly or notify the captain to come up.

This made him a little sensitive, and he had been on the deck since the ship was on the road, like a sentry.

Remarks such as Windersol were too poor to have no houses, and the castle had long collapsed. In the eyes of these people, rats were all primitive rats with stone spears.

The merchants resting on the deck also came over. Under Cerill's guidance, they saw that the fishman had climbed to the bottom of the boat and was fiddling with the shell tools in their hands.

Even if the dense net of thorns is not angry, it will not make people feel unsafe.

From time to time, you can see teams training in the fields. The neat queue looks like an elite teacher!

After the merchants got off the ship, they immediately felt the enthusiasm of the city.

Ictor arranged more than 200 slave rats to help merchants unload goods.

As soon as they saw someone walking off the boat, the rats happily came up.
Chapter completed!