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This was the first time Mousse had seen this kind of business model.

Moreover, once these words were spoken, all the winery owners began to change the direction of their hostility and became hostile to each other.

The biggest enemy is not someone with different ideas or someone from another place. The biggest enemy is someone who affects your interests.

"Thirty silver coins!"

One of the winery owners immediately spoke up, saying that he still had enough barrels in reserve, so he was not in a hurry for steel.

But he still made an offer. The reason was very simple: if others lost money, it was equivalent to his profit.

"Forty silver coins!"

Unexpectedly, this group of winery owners raised the price by ten silver coins at a time. With their shouting, the price has been slowly rising.

It has even reached the mark of eighty silver coins.

Everyone knows that spending such a large sum of money to buy these things is a loss, but as long as you prevent others from making money, you can take advantage of the situation and occupy the market.

After all, who knows when the next steel merchant will pass by here.

Maybe two months, maybe even three months!

The price got higher and higher, and the expression on Mousse's face became happier and happier. He didn't expect that this so-called auction could be so profitable.

But the price kept getting higher and higher, and Windlow felt unsure.

Everyone knows that this batch of steel is not worth so much money. If the price is too high, problems will arise sooner or later.

These winery owners are all locals, while Mousse and he are outsiders and are very easy to be targeted.

To put it in a more understandable way, that's enough.

Finally, when the price reached one gold coin, Windlow acted decisively, called out three numbers before anyone had time to react, and completed the deal quickly.

This cartload of steel now belongs to some unscrupulous buyer.

After paying the money and receiving the goods, Windlow finally sold all the hot steel.

Gold coins are of course valuable, and no one would carry them around with them when going out, so as a substitute, Windlow now put all 100 silver coins into his endless wallet.

Then he quickly left the scene with Mousse and hid in a safe place.

"Why do you want to run? I think they are still very enthusiastic. You can continue to raise the price until there is only one customer left."

Mousse looked at Wendlow with confusion in his eyes.

In the eyes of the dark elf, maximizing profits is the most important thing, but she doesn't know that there is a saying that goes "You can earn money but not spend it."

These winery owners are not stupid. They certainly know that steel is overpriced, and everyone has a scale in their hearts.

It’s okay to make money, but don’t go too far, otherwise these locals will have plenty of ways to deal with you.

Mousse also nodded. It was indeed true. The most frightening thing was to be remembered by others.

So he stretched out his hand and asked for his own reward.

According to the original company contract with Windlow, all profits must be divided equally between the two. This time, Mousse can get fifty silver coins.

One by one, Windlow kept taking out silver coins from his endless wallet, and a full fifty coins fell into Mousse's hands.

Fortunately, the dark elf was always focusing on the shiny silver coins and didn't notice why Windlow's wallet didn't get smaller.

It just so happened that this was a human town, so they were temporarily safe. Plus, he had some spare money in his bag, so Mousse naturally knew what he should do.

She walked into a tavern and ordered all the most expensive wines on the menu, even though she couldn't read human language.

Dark elves are of such a character that they enjoy life today and don't care what happens tomorrow.

As for Windlow, he sat next to Mousse and simply ordered a bowl of vegetable soup and a few baked potatoes.

Mousse drank the local wine in big gulps, and the nature of the dark elf was also exposed. As long as he felt that the wine did not taste good, he would immediately pour it out and replace it with new one.

On the contrary, Wendlow seemed very quiet and polite. He ate his baked potatoes slowly and drank a sip of vegetable soup from time to time.

More importantly, his ears were more pricked up than those of an elf, listening to all the dangerous conversations around him.

The city of Longingbrook is the second closest city to the south in the entire Ivy Territory. The city closest to the south is naturally the border city.

It was a completely fortified city. In order to deal with the threat from the Blackfire Pass not far away, it not only assembled a large number of troops, but also tightened public security to the extreme.

Many people who want to cross the Blackfire Pass to the border prince's territory will choose the city of Longingbrook as their last resting place in the empire.

This is also the reason why the pub business is booming.

Wendlow drank his soup while looking around.

The people in this tavern are really all kinds of people, including hunters from Ostermark in the north, rich second-generations from Reikland, and even a few chivalrous knights of Bretonnia.

Anyone who cannot make a living in the Empire or Bretonnia, or who has offended the powerful, will choose to find a living in the border princes.

"It's not peaceful here. We'll leave right after we finish drinking."

Wendlow put down the bowl in his hand and placed the silver coins on the table. He would also pay for the mousse.

But Mousse seemed to be drunk, and he was still not satisfied, so he put his feet on the bench and drank in big gulps.

The mixed crowds in the area made Windlow feel very uneasy. Those who could consume in this tavern were either extremely vicious or refugees from other places.

All in all, none of the characters are easy to deal with. You can only try to hide your aura as much as possible to ensure that you will not be discovered by others.

As long as you don't provoke others and don't talk, you can still leave such a pub safely.

I quickly waved my hand to tell Mousse to be quiet and stop crossing her legs and talking loudly.

But no one knew what had gone wrong with Mousse, but it was simply because of the alcohol that he could not think normally. He actually stepped directly on the stool, still holding the wine glass in his hand, and his eyes looked around the entire pub.

"Hey, everyone, we are all people with the same suffering. We were forced to leave our hometown for various reasons."

The dark elf burped after he finished speaking.

"But we must believe that one day, we will be able to return home in glory. We will definitely be able to return home in glory."

Once these words were spoken, everyone present was completely touched. Those who could stay here all wanted to make a living in the border prince's territory.

But even when they are away from home, all they want is to return home in glory. Everyone has already shouted in unison, and this sense of identity of leaving their hometown together is passed on to everyone.

The tavern has turned into a joyous theater, with songs from different places constantly being sung, but as the tavern door was slowly pushed open.

The appearance of a figure made everyone present quiet down, even the most vicious and evil being became the most obedient child.

Except for Mousse, everyone else sat down quietly because the man who just walked into the tavern was a witch hunter.