Chapter 122: Steward Deripari

Seeing that the backyard had begun letting people in, the people in the inn's restaurant also straggled directly into the backyard from here to see what these rare Dwarves were selling.

Jier, meanwhile, went against the flow of people to the restaurant of the Jinbi Dingdang Inn and greeted the several high-ranking members of the Duoen Town Chamber of Commerce Union who were still present.

The Vice President of the Burning Furnace Merchant Guild had only met Jier once on the trade route, and the two were not familiar, so they merely nodded politely in greeting. Jier, however, stepped forward to embrace Mr. Scott, a tall and thin middle-aged Merchant who had provided him with much help and hosted him very enthusiastically the last time Jier came to Duoen Town.

"Jier, we were just talking about your affairs in Sasi County. Are those things true?" Although Mr. Scott was somewhat curious, he was actually asking on behalf of Young Master Lipuerde, who clearly had an inquisitive interest in the matter.

"Of course they are true. You all heard it from Mr. Bantuolisa, right? Since this place is suitable, how about I tell you what happened at that time?" Jier pulled over a wooden chair in the restaurant and sat at the table with them.

Lipuerde did not say much, but he unusually took a wine glass for Jier himself and filled it to the brim with Wine.

"Thank you, Mr. Autosfiten," Jier said in gratitude.

"No need, just call me Lipuerde. Compared to them, we are about the same age. However, I am a bit curious: if that matter is true and you participated in a battle where a god fell, then..."

He looked curiously at Jier, who was smiling, healthy, tall, and moved with vigor, his expression somewhat incredulous.

"But didn't you suffer any strange injuries?"

He finally asked it.

Jier was a bit confused, and the other two Merchants from the Burning Furnace Merchant Guild present also did not know what Lipuerde was talking about.

Feeling his body, Jier was also strange: "No, must there be some injury? That, there wasn't. The entire battle was actually under the control of the Senior Steward in charge of command from the Hunting God Church. Although it was the first time facing an Alien Evil God, that Evil God didn't have any decent counterattacks throughout the entire battle."

Jier remembered something: "Oh, right, in the later stages of the battle, the Evil God tried to launch curses frantically, and everyone present was actually affected."

So Jier briefly described the curse phenomena he observed, including deep green smoke rising from everyone present, as well as some people turning woody, vines appearing on their bodies for no reason, and even some people turning into plants entirely.

These phenomena clearly terrified the people present, including the Shop Assistant in the restaurant who was standing to the side waiting for summons.

But Young Master Lipuerde became excited instead, muttering to himself: "Yes, yes, that's it, that's it."

He sat in his chair, but his body leaned toward Jier: "But your current situation doesn't look like anything is wrong?"

Jier smiled proudly: "That's why I say, the Hunting God Church clearly had corresponding preparations. And by the end of the matter, even the Hunting God himself arrived at the scene. How could we, the relevant personnel helping in the battle, be harmed by the curse of a mere little Evil God?"

He spoke about a type of Magic Arrow the Hunting God Church possessed that could dispel curses, and how after the Hunting God arrived in person, he easily treated and even resurrected Church Hunters who had been injured or dead for a while.

The resurrection of dead Church Hunters on the spot—the fact that such a thing as coming back from the dead had occurred and appeared in Jier's words made the few people present even more incredulous.

At this moment, old Mr. Bantuolisa and the clearly restrained Steward Deripari walked in.

Steward Bantuolisa, whose hair was gray but who was in high spirits, pushed Steward Deripari's back without ceremony and urged him: "Apologize first."

Jier and the others turned to look, and Steward Deripari, from several meters away, directly performed a merchant's etiquette full of apology toward Jier. The Shop Assistant who saw this scene immediately walked out of the restaurant tactfully and closed the restaurant doors.

Bang!

As soon as the restaurant doors closed, Steward Deripari actually knelt directly before Jier, his face full of apology: "I am truly sorry, Knight Jier. I failed your expectations, misappropriated that bounty for Shanlang Bani, and invested it into the Merchant Guild's material procurement. As a result, as a result..."

The others at Jier's table stood up at this time and consciously stepped back two paces, leaving the scene to these two.

But Jier sat firmly in his chair without moving, his gaze cast toward the Senior Steward kneeling on the ground: "As a result what? Oh, the Caravan was robbed by Bandits, and all the materials were lost, right? Then what about my money? How do you plan to pay it back? And my reputation? Although I only arrived in Duoen Town today, my sensitive ears have heard more than once people mocking my judgment and vision, feeling that handing such a matter to you was a complete mistake!"

"This... this..." Steward Deripari could not produce this cash at all at this moment. It was not that his personal assets were not that much—in fact, they were—but his personal assets were mostly fixed assets like shops, houses, land, and woodlands, or even large investments like Caravans on trade routes. Of course, he could not produce that much cash on short notice.

Especially since his decision-making error within the Merchant Guild had caused the Merchant Guild heavy losses, and he also had to deal with some subordinates within the Merchant Guild who were eyeing his position.

After all, there were quite a few people eyeing this lucrative position in the Duoen Town Chamber of Commerce Union!

The positions of the others were very stable, so his side was considered a breakthrough point by people.

It was hard to guarantee that the rumors behind his back these days were not deliberately spread by people coveting his position. And by specifically mentioning it repeatedly on different occasions, they were just making his reputation stink and waiting for a suitable opportunity.

For example, today, another person in the joke appeared—Knight Jier.

In this story, Jier appeared as a traditional Warrior figure with poor vision, who possessed force but had no level in identifying people. Even those who actually knew Jier did not think Jier himself was like this.

But that didn't stop most people from thinking so.

When Jier led a group of Warrior subordinates to return to Duoen Town and clearly came to collect this money, Steward Deripari's trouble, big trouble, arrived. And the warning message Jier had deliberately let people spread in the afternoon also made many people wait to watch a good show.

Whether Steward Deripari smashed pots and sold iron, mortgaged personal properties and shops to exchange for money temporarily, or hid to passively deal with Jier, it was an opportunity for many people to watch a good show or even enter the field themselves to make a profit.

Knowing that Steward Deripari's situation was very bad now, old Mr. Bantuolisa was still unwilling to see this friend he had known for nearly ten years suffer. He stepped forward, passed the "gaunt Aolier" who was still kneeling on the ground apologizing, and said to Jier: "As a friend of Deripari, I am willing to help him at this time."

Saying this, the old gentleman waved at Young Master Lipuerde and the two from the Burning Furnace Merchant Guild, signaling them to say something too.

Although reluctant, Young Master Lipuerde still took an envelope from the pocket at his waist: "This is a document that can withdraw one hundred Kingdom Gold Coins from my Merchant Guild at any time. As a small help to Steward Deripari. Of course, he owes me a favor, and in the future, he will need to exchange it for a favor of no small value."

Steward Deripari immediately looked gratefully at Young Master Lipuerde, who was a cycle younger than him: "Thank you for your help. By the way, my daughter is of age and has not yet been promised to a partner. Do you think she..."

Young Master Lipuerde waved his hand in disgust: "Forget about your daughter. It is very regrettable to tell everyone that my marriage has never been decided by myself, and even my father has no say in it."

Although this sounded like an act of exposing one's own shortcomings, others looked at him with awe, because in most cases, only the marriages of Nobles were mostly political considerations and not decided by the person themselves. In other words, Lipuerde was hinting to the others present that his family was actually a Noble family. Although it was unknown why Young Master Lipuerde came to a place like Duoen Town and still held a high position in a Merchant Guild, this was not something other Merchants needed to consider.

Only Lipuerde himself knew that because of some reasons, his body had been damaged by some peculiar power, and only by living as far away from his hometown as possible would those peculiar powers remaining in his body not be so active, not causing him to be short-lived.

He was also helpless and could only, under the operation of his family, use the alias Lipuerde-Autosfiten to find some work temporarily in a Merchant Guild under the hands of family relatives, so as not to be idle all day and waste the management and business abilities and skills he had been trained in since childhood.

Old Mr. Bantuolisa also took out a six-sided crystal emitting bright fluorescence: "This is a high-energy crystal filled with Magic Power. The market price is at least eighty Gold Coins and up. In the current war atmosphere, the price is at least one hundred Gold Coins. Deripari, this is my help to you. And Knight Jier, I believe that compared to cash, this crystal filled with Magic Power is more useful for the Magic Power equipment on your body, right?"

The old gentleman was right. Jier immediately smiled and accepted the letter that could be exchanged for money, as well as the Magic Power crystal that could charge his Magic Dagger and Magic Electric Shock Ring. And what was even better was that these crystals were not for one-time use; after the Magic Power stored inside was used up, the crystal could be recharged again.

In other words, the value of this crystal was actually higher. Of course, for Merchants, finding a Magic Apprentice or Mage to charge the crystal was also a troublesome matter. They generally did not consider this, and large Merchant Guilds sometimes also used this kind of high-energy crystal filled with Magic Power as a general equivalent above Gold Coins. After all, Mages had the ability to cultivate crystals and the ability to charge crystals.

This kind of high-energy Magic Power crystal was a Magic Creation that met the general standards for charging crystals formulated by the Astrologers Guild. As long as they were manufactured according to the general standards, the crystals made by Human Mages all over the world were consistent.

Of course, this mostly referred to areas influenced by the Empire. The areas influenced and controlled by the Northern Magic Society and the Southern Magic Society had chosen unique new standards that were different from the Astrologers Guild in many general standards.

This did not mean that the Astrologers Guild's Magic Power crystal standard was not good, but it was more of a political act of hostility toward the magic world of the Endor Central Empire.

Subsequently, the others present looked at the two from the Burning Furnace Merchant Guild. Vice President Nobi Norris chuckled twice: "It seems I shouldn't have come over curiously to see what Dwarf sale was today. I haven't spent money to buy any novel Dwarf items yet, and the money in my pocket can't be kept."

He looked at Steward Deripari, who was still kneeling on the ground, and the smile on his face faded: "Knight Jier, since you now have at least two hundred Gold Coins worth of things accounted for, can you let this greedy and careless guy get up from the ground? This really doesn't look good."

Jier was noncommittal, and he waved his hand casually: "Of course. Actually, when old Mr. Bantuolisa told me about this in the afternoon, I knew my interests would inevitably be guaranteed. Then please get up, Mr. Deripari, let us see what the two friends from the Burning Furnace Merchant Guild can give you as help."

The "gaunt Aolier" immediately got up from the ground and looked gratefully at the others who helped him.

The Vice President of the Burning Furnace Merchant Guild was actually not the Merchant Guild representative of the Duoen Town Chamber of Commerce Union; he had only temporarily moved from the Merchant Guild headquarters to Duoen Town to assist in handling Merchant Guild affairs because the recent period was special. Of course, although he was not a representative of the Chamber of Commerce Union, in his presence, Mr. Scott always acted according to the Vice President's decisions.

He would never engage in any double-dealing or deceiving superiors and subordinates just because Duoen Town was his territory.

After all, the Burning Furnace Merchant Guild was not quite the same as other Merchant Guilds. The ability of this Vice President himself was very formidable, and the Merchant Guild could grow large thanks to this Vice President's running around and trading everywhere.

The two from the Burning Furnace Merchant Guild discussed in a low voice. Although they had considered this situation before coming, after all, Steward Bantuolisa had not communicated with them carefully, so how to help Steward Deripari needed to be discussed.

It would be most direct to withdraw a sum of money directly from the Merchant Guild, but the Merchant Guild is currently operating at high speed, and the "lubricant" supporting this high-speed operation is a large amount of cash.

Withdrawing this money directly would certainly affect the work of the Merchant Guild here in Duoen Town, but asking the two of them to take such a sum from their own assets makes them somewhat unwilling. After all, the matter was caused by that fellow Deripari; the fact that the trade caravan was forcibly robbed on the road due to inadequate internal security within his own Merchant Guild is a matter for the Wealth Fruit Merchant Guild.

What does it have to do with their Burning Furnace Merchant Guild?

After all, the heavy-load carriage caravan of the Burning Furnace Merchant Guild is protected by a large number of mounted caravan guards. Ordinary Bandit Groups simply cannot cope with a caravan that has mounted caravan guards.

Although it is only a low-protection level similar to light cavalry, a single charge by the mounted caravan guards can crush ten times their number of foot-bound Bandits.

Not to mention relying on the personal martial arts of the caravan guards themselves, who can easily rout several times their number of enemies without injury using Throwing Spears and horse bows.

The two discussed it and felt that using some of the military supplies currently in ample stock in the Merchant Guild to offset the potential cash was a more cost-effective matter. After all, there are many supplies, but the funds on hand are indeed unable to be turned over.

The Vice President said to Jier: "Then, Knight Jier, our Merchant Guild still has a batch of surplus military supplies that were originally intended to be supplied to the Noble Allied Forces this time. I see that you have many Warriors under your command; is there a need to use this batch of military supplies to offset some of the money that Steward Deripari owes you? By the way, Deripari, about how much money do you owe Knight Jier?"

Speaking of this, 'Withered Aolier' had an embarrassed look on his face: "About, uh, because I received some extra bounties for Shanlang Bani, I collected a total of five hundred and sixty Gold Coins and seven Silver Coins in bounties. According to the fifteen percent share Knight Jier gave me, uh. I am entitled to eighty-four Gold Coins, and Knight Jier is entitled to four hundred and seventy-six Gold Coins. Let's not count those Silver Coins."

The two from the Burning Furnace Merchant Guild sighed after hearing this: "So there is still a shortfall of two hundred and seventy-six Gold Coins? Deripari, you really know how to cause trouble; how much money can you take out yourself?"

Old Mister Bantuolisa suddenly spoke up at this moment: "It is not that pessimistic. Knight Jier sent over a batch of professional Soldiers he defeated and captured this afternoon. I looked at the skills of those people; they are truly excellent Soldiers. The town guards are simply no match for them."

"And so?" the other Merchants asked.

"So, once this batch of 'debtors' is armed, they can be sent out to raid the lairs of the Bandit Groups that are gnawing at Duoen Town. As long as the scale is not too large and the intelligence is accurate, they can directly wipe out a few groups. As for the caravan supplies they previously looted, as long as they haven't been sold in the black market in town or the wilderness black markets nearby, we should be able to recover some of them."

Steward Deripari's eyes immediately lit up: "So the losses can be compensated?"

"Only a small portion of the losses can be compensated. After all, failed transactions require compensation, the lost caravan was a large asset, and the casualties among the caravan personnel require compensation. As for the goods that have already been sold, or even sold in the wilderness black markets and then resold in the Underground Black Market in town, they really cannot be recovered!"

Steward Deripari wilted again.

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