Chapter 53: Selling goods! Fifteen thousand gold coins in hand!

Roko knew clearly that the supplies obtained from "friendly exchanges" with the Castilla caravans would be hard to exert their maximum value in a remote place like Vanguard Valley.

Only in a place like the provincial capital could they be converted into the hard currency most urgently needed for the development of the territory.

Hart still followed silently behind Roko, guarding him silently.

Fura stayed close to Roko, her heterochromatic eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings; any trace of potential threat could not escape her perception.

In Prada City, chambers of commerce were lined up, varying in scale.

Roko's goal was very clear; he needed a chamber of commerce with sufficient strength and a good reputation to digest this batch of "sundries" in his hands.

After some simple inquiries and observations, they arrived in front of a shop called "Miracle Chamber of Commerce."

This chamber of commerce occupied a prime location on a main street in the city, with a grand storefront; the merchants entering and leaving were dressed in bright clothes, showing its extraordinary strength.

"Let's go with this one."

Roko said lightly and walked in first.

The interior of the chamber of commerce was spacious and bright, and the air was filled with a unique scent mixed with various spices and precious woods.

A manager dressed in neat attire, looking quite shrewd, immediately greeted them.

"This young master, I wonder what I can do for you?"

The manager's smile was just right, neither appearing overly enthusiastic nor lacking in etiquette.

Roko didn't say much, just signaled the knights behind him to carry in the large boxes full of goods.

The boxes were opened, and the dazzling array of goods was presented to the manager.

Brightly colored silk, spices from exotic lands, smoothly polished leather, and some decent-quality weapons and metal ingots.

The manager had a poisonous eye; he only glanced at them, and he had a rough judgment in his heart.

These goods were varied in type and uneven in quality; they were clearly not transported by a regular caravan.

The smile on his face remained unchanged, but he was already calculating in his heart.

"You certainly have many types of goods, but they are slightly mixed."

The manager said unhurriedly, his fingers brushing lightly over the silk.

"Our Miracle Chamber of Commerce also needs to bear a certain risk in receiving these, and the subsequent classification and sales are also quite troublesome."

He paused and gave an extremely low price.

"How about three thousand gold coins?"

Martina had been listening with her ears pricked up. When she heard the price reported by the manager, that pair of snow-white fox ears drooped down fiercely, and a small cluster of flames instantly rose in her pure white eyes.

"This is too low!"

She couldn't help but say to Roko in a low voice, her voice full of resentment.

"This is simply daylight robbery!"

Roko, however, just smiled slightly, signaling her to stay calm.

He looked calmly at the manager, his eyes deep, as if he could see through people's hearts.

"Opening a business requires fair trade."

His voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable weight.

"This price seems to be far from the word 'fair'."

Seeing that Roko was young but so composed, the manager felt a slight chill in his heart.

But he still tried to persist.

"This is already the highest sincerity we can give."

"After all, the origin of these goods..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the implication was already very clear.

Just then, a slightly old but vigorous voice came from the inner hall.

"What's the noise?"

Before the words fell, an old man dressed in brocade robes with gray hair but a spirited look walked out, surrounded by a group of servants.

He was the president of the Miracle Chamber of Commerce, Dewo Clinton.

President Dewo's gaze was like a torch; he first glanced at the goods on the ground and then landed on Roko.

Initially, his expression was no different from that manager's, carrying a merchant's shrewdness and scrutiny.

Roko remained calm; he seemed to inadvertently lift his hand to tidy his lapel.

The sunlight shone through the high window of the chamber of commerce, just happening to shine on the exquisite Flame Griffin emblem on his chest.

The lifelike Flame Griffin shimmered with dazzling brilliance in the light, as if it were about to spread its wings and fly.

President Dewo's eyes shrank the moment they touched the emblem.

The shrewdness and scrutiny on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by a complex expression mixed with shock, awe, and even a trace of imperceptible fear.

Flame Griffin!

Raymond family!

One of the top Marquis families in the Black Kingdom!

This young man was actually from the Raymond family!

President Dewo only felt a layer of cold sweat break out on his back instantly.

He glared fiercely at the manager from before, his eyes full of anger.

"You bastard!"

President Dewo scolded sharply, his voice trembling with excitement.

"A distinguished guest is here, and this is how you do business?!"

"Are your eyes just for show?!"

The manager was scared out of his wits by the President's sudden anger, his legs went soft, and he almost knelt to the ground.

He completely didn't understand why the President was so angry.

President Dewo no longer paid attention to the manager, whose face was already bloodless; he walked quickly to Roko and bowed deeply, his posture extremely low.

"Distinguished Young Master Raymond, I am terribly sorry!"

His voice carried a trace of imperceptible trembling.

"It is my poor discipline that my subordinate didn't recognize a great person and offended you. I hope the young master will be magnanimous!"

This sudden change made even Martina somewhat dazed.

She blinked her pure white eyes, looking at the chamber of commerce president who wanted to ruthlessly suppress the price a moment ago, but was now as respectful as a grandson.

The smile on Roko's face remained indifferent.

"President, you are too polite."

His tone was calm, as if the previous unpleasantness had never happened.

"Since the President has come out personally, I suppose the price of these goods can be renegotiated."

"That is natural! That is natural!"

President Dewo responded repeatedly, fine beads of sweat already seeping out on his forehead.

He bent down personally to carefully inspect the goods, his attitude completely different from before.

"This batch of silk is of top-tier color, a tribute-grade item from the Castilla Principality!"

"This spice has a pure scent; it must be from other distant kingdoms!"

"And these weapons, although not divine weapons, can be considered fine!"

President Dewo praised them endlessly, as if these goods had instantly turned into rare treasures.

The new price he reported was several times higher than the price from the manager before.

Martina listened from the side, her small mouth slightly open, her pure white eyes shining with brilliance.

She quickly calculated on her little abacus in her heart, and the joy on her face was about to overflow.

In the end, after some "friendly" discussion, Roko's batch of "local specialties" was sold at a price that both sides were "satisfied" with.

President Dewo personally handed a thick stack of gold notes to Roko respectfully.

"Young Master Raymond, this is the payment for the goods, totaling fifteen thousand gold coins. Please count them."

Martina took the gold notes and counted them carefully.

After confirming there were no errors, she carefully tucked them into her bosom.

Her expression was as if she were guarding the most precious treasure in the world.

"President Dewo." Roko put away the gold notes and said lightly: "If there are similar 'small businesses' in the future, perhaps I will disturb your chamber of commerce again."

President Dewo heard this, and his face was immediately filled with smiles.

"I await Young Master Raymond's arrival at any time!"

"The doors of the Miracle Chamber of Commerce are always open to the Raymond family!"

He thought to himself that this young master of the Raymond family was young, but his methods were not simple.

He knew with his toes that the origin of that batch of goods was not "clean."

But so what?

As long as he could connect with the Raymond family, a little risk was completely worth it.

After leaving the Miracle Chamber of Commerce, Martina was still immersed in the joy brought by the gold coins.

"Roko, your face is still the most useful!"

She hugged the ledger, her tone carrying a trace of small worship.

"That Flame Griffin emblem is really easy to use!"

Roko smiled noncommittally.

The shade of the family was indeed a double-edged sword.

Used well, it could cut through thorns; used poorly, it would backfire on oneself.

What he believed in more was always the power held in his own hands. ===== CHAPTER 54 =====