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In response to such a question, Leslie, the wood elf, showed the patience and composure of the elves.

Completely different from the anxious Mousse, she needed a night to think it over.

Although the unicorn did not sleep in a single room, at least the castle stables were much cleaner than those in any inn or hotel.

Leslie is clear about her purpose and direction.

The Wood-Elves fear the plains, just as Men fear a forest of trees and bushes.

For the sake of his own safety, he would definitely not return to the Athollon Forest. However, how to survive in the world outside the forest was a big problem.

Joining the caravan that Windlo is in is a very good idea. The only problem is that there is a dark elf in the team.

But there is no direct conflict between the Wood Elves and the Dark Elves, and they can live in harmony.

If I don't ask for any compensation and just want food and accommodation, the merchant named Windlow will definitely be happy to let me join the team.

After a night, Leslie made her own choice and expressed it during breakfast.

"Okay, then you take out the money the human lord gave you last night. We will give you a basic salary, and the rest will be split 50-50 between Wendlow and me."

When Mousse heard that someone had joined, he naturally didn't consider anything else. He simply saw the extra benefits.

Whether anyone joins or leaves the caravan has nothing to do with her; she only cares about money.

But Windlow doesn't think so. Compared with short-term gains, he cares more about long-term interests.

It is a good thing that Leslie joins the team. After all, the wood elves' knowledge of forests and nature far exceeds that of all human druids and hunters.

If the caravan has to cross any forests or shrub swamps in the future, the company of the wood elves can reduce a lot of corrosion damage.

"I agree that you can join our caravan, but there is one more thing."

He first answered Leslie's question, then immediately turned to Mousse and corrected a mistake in her thinking.

"This distribution method is not reasonable. It is not okay for Leslie to only receive the basic salary. It will dampen her enthusiasm."

After saying this, Leslie did not thank Windlow directly.

The thoughtful wood elf naturally knew Windlow's true thoughts, which were not to do good to him, but to motivate him.

And there was another unexpected discovery, that in this two-person caravan, it seemed that humans were commanding the dark elves.

"A new distribution system? Impossible, impossible."

Mousse said "impossible" twice in a row and even put down the spoon in her hand. She said she would not eat if she couldn't explain herself clearly today.

If Mousse doesn't recruit Leslie with a fixed salary, his profits will definitely decrease.

She now enjoys half of the profits of the entire caravan.

"If I add a new person who doesn't have a fixed salary, no matter how I divide the profits, it will affect my interests."

"You can't calculate it that way, Mousse. If you earn 10 copper coins, you get 5 copper coins if you give half of it. If you earn 100 copper coins, even if you give one-third of it, it's still 33 copper coins."

"What the hell, you're entitled to a third of the money right away? Why? Huh?"

"I'm just giving an example. There is no formal plan yet. It's just a general direction. The specific amount still needs to be calculated and discussed."

Both Wendlow and Mousse put down their spoons and started arguing without even eating breakfast.

Only Leslie was drinking the warm porridge slowly, thinking about the cause and effect of the whole thing.

Of course she knew that what Wendlow said just now was just an example, and it was impossible for her to get one-third of the profits.

Moreover, as a wood elf, he does not need the metal currency of the human world.

Joining the caravan is just to have a vehicle to further understand the human world, and at the same time slowly adapt to the plains and the human species.

It’s already a huge profit as the food and accommodation are included.

"I don't want dividends or percentage gains."

As soon as Leslie spoke, she stopped the quarrel between Wendlow and Mousse.

But I don't know whether the two were really arguing or just pretending to make themselves embarrassed about the profit share.

At the same time, he took out the wealth he had received from the lord last night, put it on the table and pushed it to Windlo.

"All you need is food and lodging."

Mousse was naturally very happy. This wood elf was really sensible and knew that he had to submit to the tyranny.

Only Wendlow remained with a worried look on his face, with an expression that was neither calm nor indifferent.

Leslie doesn't want any benefits. Is she going to do something big in the future?

He hesitated, but considering that this girl could really help the caravan, he agreed to let her join the team.

From now on, the size of the caravan expanded once more to three people.

And the Lord of Bretonnia did keep his promise, although the purchase of all of Windlo's goods was just his drunken talk last night.

But this morning, he bought everything in the carriage at market price.

Because there was no cargo, the plan to go to the Kingdom of Carcassonne was naturally shelved.

We bought enough food from the city of Queslis, and with the help of Leslie, we made sure that the food was of high quality.

The direction we need to go next also needs to be re-determined from now on.

It is well known that there is no shortage of food in all of Bretonnia, and food cannot be sold at a high price in this land.

If he wanted to sell the goods on the carriage at a high price again, there was only one option left.

Spreading out the map, Windlow pointed to the city of Quellis where the three of them were currently, and then headed south.

"From here, we go all the way to Estalia, then turn east and head to the Principality of Tyrell."

Such a road is not a straight line. The Kingdom of Estaria is located southwest of Bretonnia, and after arriving there you have to turn southeast to reach Tyrell.

Not only is the journey long, but it is also said that beastmen are rampant in the Kingdom of Estaria.

Commercial journeys were unsafe, and the cargo on the carriages was mostly food with very low added value.

"Why don't we just go south?"

Of course Leslie recognized the maps drawn by humans, and she understood everything marked on them at a glance.

“How can this go directly south?”

Mousse simply roared, pointing at the mountains that separated Bretonnia and Tyrell.

"This is a mountain range called Inana. How can we cross the mountain? We are not dwarves. How can we cross the mountain?"

Mousse was right, and Windlow had certainly noticed this a long time ago. Apart from his adventures in the mountains among the dwarves, he had no intention of traveling through the mountains.

Not only does it waste time, but it is also very easy to get lost and lose supplies in the mountains and forests.

Wait, Wendlow suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Leslie, who just joined the team, is a wood elf who is adapted to the woodlands.