Chapter 116: The Twist in the Bounty of Shanlang Bani, and the Temporary Sale of Dwarf Items

"First of all, I am acquainted with several Merchant Guild stewards responsible for managing this place in Duoen Town, and I had some transactions with them the last time I passed through here. Coming here this time is to collect the earnings," Jier said.

"I wonder which Steward you need to find? I will have a companion in the Merchant Guild responsible for liaison notify them. However, I think other well-informed merchant guilds probably won't need us to specifically notify them, sir," the young Shop Assistant of the Treasure House Merchant Guild said with a smile.

Jier nodded: "It is 'Lean Aolier'; I have an agreed-upon matter with him that I need to understand and inquire about."

Upon mentioning this, the two people talking to Jier looked at each other, and they said one after another: "I know, Knight Jier, it's about the bounty for Shanlang Bani, right? Mr. Aolier claimed that you killed that cunning fellow, and after verification, he sent people to collect all the bounties on that guy's head in the vicinity."

"Lord Jier, things might not go as smoothly as you imagine." The young Shop Assistant of the Merchant Guild was a bit embarrassed; although it had nothing to do with him, he knew that his master was actually in the same circle as the other Senior Stewards of the local merchant guilds responsible for management, and if this 'Lean Aolier' got into trouble, it would also affect his master's reputation.

"What's wrong? Is this gentleman sick or did he have an accident?" Jier had a bad premonition and asked.

"It's not that bad..." the Captain of the guards twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Or did he run away with his family after taking these bounties? It shouldn't be that exaggerated, right? Although I heard at the time that the bounty on Shanlang Bani's head was not small, adding up to maybe over five hundred Gold Coins, but a Senior Steward of a large local merchant guild, responsible for part of the management duties of Duoen Town, wouldn't run away for this money, would he?" Jier guessed.

The two shook their heads: "It's not that exaggerated, it's just..."

It was the Captain of the guards who was outspoken: "It's just that I heard people say that this money was taken by Steward Deripari to invest in a caravan trade, thinking that when you came back to collect this money, he could use this money to operate and earn some more."

Jier's expression tightened: "The invested caravan had an accident? No, with things so chaotic everywhere now and so many Bandits, what about the risk of investing money in a trading caravan?"

"Ahem, Lord Jier, perhaps precisely because the risk is high, the returns on caravan trade will also be higher after the prices of goods rise everywhere?" the Shop Assistant of the Merchant Guild defended.

Jier nodded: "So, my money is gone?"

"Of course not, of course not." Seeing that Jier's mood was a bit off, the Shop Assistant of the Merchant Guild immediately added: "Mr. Deripari is a Senior Steward of the Wealth Fruit Merchant Guild; even if he temporarily misappropriates the assets of the Merchant Guild, he can still compensate you for the property you should have received. We are just informing you in advance so you can be prepared. After all, I heard that Mr. Deripari is also anxious about this matter recently, but your sudden arrival will obviously make him even more nervous."

Jier snorted and leaned back against the back of the wooden chair: "So I invited him to meet tonight; he won't not come, will he?"

The two looked at each other awkwardly; it was hard to say.

After all, Knight Jier had said he was going to rendezvous with the army of his hometown and could not stay in Duoen Town for long. As long as Mr. Deripari hid well for these two days and did not show his face, and Knight Jier could not find the other party, maybe this matter would just be temporarily brushed off?

Of course, the money owed to Knight Jier would definitely be repaid in the future, but it was unlikely to be Mr. Deripari, who had just failed in his investment.

"Hmph, I want to see him tonight. After you two go back in a while, spread the word: if I don't see him tonight, then the building of the Wealth Fruit Merchant Guild in Duoen Town, as well as his house in Duoen Town, can say goodbye to them."

Jier looked at the Captain of the guards: "Don't interfere in this kind of debt dispute. You and your Soldiers cannot stop me either. If he doesn't come, when I go to demolish the Merchant Guild building and you accept the order from the Merchant Union to stop me, just consciously watch from the side. You know, the responsibility is someone else's, but life is your own."

"'The responsibility is someone else's, but life is your own...'" the Captain of the guards muttered to himself, a wry smile appearing on his face: "Knight Jier, but I am making a living from this after all."

"Then you find a way to make that 'Lean Aolier' appear tonight and give me an explanation. Think about your own life and act as soon as possible," Jier reminded.

Once these words were spoken, the Captain of the guards could not sit still. He bid the two farewell and immediately took his two subordinates to take action.

Duoen Town only had about a hundred Soldiers, and their weapons and equipment were far less powerful than those of Knight Jier's armored Warriors and hired Dwarf mercenaries. If things really turned sour, wouldn't he and his men be in trouble?

Even if the Thieves Guild wanted to find a way to punish Jier's team later, that would have nothing to do with him.

Seeing this Captain of the guards run off, the young Shop Assistant of the Merchant Guild who was still there had cold sweat on his forehead.

"Haha, don't be nervous, these are all small matters. You have to know, when you feel that some things are bigger than the sky and can crush you, in the eyes of people at a higher level, these things are just trivial matters. What I said just now was just talk; whether to actually do it or not depends on the situation at that time."

Jier spread his hands and looked around: "After all, Duoen Town has provided me with such a convenient and comfortable resting environment, and helped me a lot with Refugee affairs before. I am too grateful to those Merchant Guild stewards to cause them trouble, so how could I possibly do that? Let's talk about other things. Please contact the Merchant Guild that handles 'debtors'. I have a batch of guys under my command who have committed crimes; I didn't kill them in battle just because I wanted to bring them here to exchange for a sum of cash."

The young Shop Assistant breathed a sigh of relief: "No problem, my lord. I will send someone to contact the people of the Golden Sickle Merchant Guild and have them come to handle this batch of 'debtors'. Lord Jier, is it now?"

Jier waved his hand impatiently: "Right now. I don't want to see them for even one more day; letting them live is already me being very patient. Do you expect me to open some rooms for them in this inn? Where is there such a good thing? Call people over now to verify, check their bodies and skill abilities, and then evaluate the price."

Speaking of this, Jier added: "By the way, these people are Defeated Soldiers from the battlefield last year. Their combat skills are very strong; don't mix them with ordinary Bandits and people working off debts. You must strictly guard them, don't let them act in an organized way, and be on guard against them escaping."

"Please rest assured about this, the Golden Sickle Merchant Guild has rich experience in guarding debtors. In fact, the vast majority of debtors in the town join voluntarily. Being guarded, having food to eat, having money to get, and most importantly, having a job, is already much better than many displaced people who have no work and no land."

Jier thought it made some sense: "What you said is quite right. There are still many Refugees at the Western Province White Stone Pass who are blocked from entering the Western Province. Why don't you find a Caravan and bring those Refugees over to join the ranks of the debtors? Although being confined to the fields to work hard is not pleasant, it is still better than begging or starving at the pass?"

"Spare us, Lord Jier. One of the basic conditions for becoming a debtor is having basic labor ability. There are too many old people and children among the Refugees; they need medical care and a large amount of food, and it is actually difficult for them to perform labor. And a single person joining the group of debtors cannot support other family members besides themselves. This matter is actually not feasible, Lord Jier."

The young Shop Assistant of the Merchant Guild hurriedly explained, finally dispelling these ideas of Jier.

"Besides these, I also need to meet with Mr. Stuoer-Sikete of the Burning Furnace Chamber of Commerce. Please send someone to notify him as soon as possible. I can stay here for at most a few days, and then I have to leave."

"In addition, the 'alien mercenaries' under my command happen to have some of their Dwarf tools and goods. I see that the backyard of this Jinbi Dingdang inn is large enough. Please simply notify the Merchants and townspeople who are interested in seeing or buying Dwarf trinkets. Tonight, in the backyard of the inn, there will be a temporary sale of Dwarf items. Anyone who wants to come and see, or buy, can come over and take a look."

The Shop Assistant of the Merchant Guild was a bit curious, not knowing what kind of Dwarf items were being sold. Jier called over Xueya Site, who hadn't gone far, and had his companion take from his own carriage a piece of Dwarf weaponry he had gotten from the Dwarves earlier, as well as several Wooden Carvings made by the Dwarves.

After handing these items to the Merchant Guild Shop Assistant as samples, Jier took a small handful of Gold and Silver Coins from his money bag and stuffed them directly into the Shop Assistant's hand: "Take it, help me with this, you won't be short of yours."

The young Shop Assistant, who was originally just following orders to help, felt the heavy Gold and Silver Coins in his hand and immediately straightened his back, his tone becoming sonorous and powerful: "Obeying your orders, Lord Jier! May the God of Wealth protect you!"

Jier smiled.

Jier's own room was in the large room on the top floor of the Jinbi Dingdang inn. Before others came, he took off his Armor, placed it on the dummy specially placed for Armor in the room, and at the same time removed his weapons and equipment, hanging them on the empty Weapon Rack by the bed.

He was not in a hurry to take a bath. After having a Warrior subordinate guard the room, he went to the backyard to remove the Armor and Weapon Rack from Tianxuecao, assisted the drivers in carefully cleaning Tianxuecao, and fed his beloved warhorse partner the horse Potion just prepared by Mr. Zuojigela.

This was a Potion to clear parasites from the horse's body, because life in the wild could not guarantee the cleanliness and safety of drinking water and food, so Jier adopted Mr. Zuojigela's suggestion. As soon as he arrived in a prosperous place like Duoen Town, he had the Herbalist go to purchase materials to prepare horse deworming Potion as soon as possible, and quickly prepared some deworming Potion to feed the horses in the Caravan and the oxen pulling the carts.

"When will this Potion take effect?" Jier watched Tianxuecao drinking water continuously after being fed the Potion, and asked the Herbalist who had been busy making Potions nearby.

He and his two wives were busy processing the newly purchased Potion materials into a deworming Potion that humans could take. Not only did the horses and oxen pulling the carts need to have parasites cleared from their bodies, but the vast majority of people in the team also needed this.

Except for Jier.

"It usually takes effect immediately. Once the horses have drunk enough water, their stomachs will react. After that, by looking at the condition of their excrement, you can know the status of the parasites in each horse's body."

As the Herbalist said, after a while, when Tianxuecao had drunk its fill of water, it began to excrete sparsely from behind.

The smell was not very good, but this was necessary. Before the Herbalist joined Jier's team, he didn't even know that he needed to regularly deworm the horses traveling in the wild. He was very diligent about brushing their hair, though; if he could do it himself every day, he wouldn't let the team's drivers help brush the hair.

After Tianxuecao lowered its head and both excreted and vomited, it was actually much more spirited.

Jier endured the stench and went up to check with the Herbalist, finding that there were indeed some suspicious parasites mixed in the feces and vomit. This discovery made Jier pat the Herbalist on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"Very good, Mr. Zuojigela, recruiting you was my most correct decision recently."

After soothing his animal partner, Jier had the inn's Shop Assistant clean the stable and feed his warhorse with high-quality Beans and fine grain, and the other horses were also fed with high-quality forage.

Only then did he return to his room in the inn and clean his body in the bathtub that had been prepared long ago.

After taking a bath, Jier changed into a set of clean and simple clothes, wearing only necessary items on his body, and leaned against the window overlooking the inn's backyard, watching the old Dwarf busy preparing for tonight's sale.

Helping the Dwarves handle their excess items and tools was naturally the old Dwarf's full responsibility; Jier was only responsible for contacting the people in Duoen Town. As for the results of the sale, he didn't care.

In fact, compared to Duoen Town, Jier felt that the Dwarf items would have higher final earnings if sold in larger cities or the Province Capital. In fact, that was what he did; many of the things he got from the Dwarves were not brought out in this temporarily organized sale, but were waiting for an opportunity to be handled in a big city later.

After all, in terms of the knowledge, income, and needs of the customers coming to buy goods, Duoen Town was obviously inferior to the wealthy population of larger cities.

But Jier could wait because he had money on hand, while the old Dwarf and the others could not. Living in Human society was not like in the Babotali Valley, where money was not needed. Here, money was needed everywhere. Just in the short time since entering the town, the old Dwarf realized that the money they had on hand was far from enough to support dozens of Dwarves in Human society.

Although food and drink could be provided by relying on Jier's caravan, and these Dwarves could also protect the caravan, Jier always included the Dwarves whenever he cooked for the caravan.

But for everything other than food and drink, money had to be spent.

The old Dwarf had just seen a Merchant Guild guard taking out a map to discuss trade routes with his employer on the street outside the inn; he went up to ask the price for a rubbing of the map in the other party's hand, only for the other party to demand a high price of two Gold Coins right off the bat.

This caused the old Dwarf, whose budget was limited, to silently retreat under the other party's disdainful gaze, and upon turning around, he became full of energy as he busied himself with preparations for tonight's Dwarf goods sale.

The items that could be brought out for sale had already been discussed during the two days on the road, and at this moment, they were all unloaded from their ox carts and piled together.

Using the name of Jier the Knight, the old Dwarf borrowed a batch of wooden tables from inside the inn and, according to the value they perceived for the items, arranged everything intended for sale from lowest to highest on rows of wooden tables.

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