Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

Arriving at Niedling City, Windlo parked the carriage beside the port and stretched his body vigorously.

The journey over the past few days plus the fight in the tavern really exhausted him, and Mousse was also seriously injured.

But after arriving in Niedling City, there is no need to worry about anything.

In the safe city, both of them could recover from their injuries quickly.

Windlow looked at the port in the distance. The only problem was the complicated queues, with people bringing their families, sleeping on the floor, and even defecating and peeing on the ground.

It was even harder for Mousse to tell how long the line was.

"It's almost lined up from Naggarond to Lothern."

There was no other way. The entire heart of the empire had only one transportation channel, the Styrian River, and Niedling was the only port nearby.

The entire territory of Stirling is already poor, and only relies on this river to bring in a little income.

Most Styrians can only have food by cutting down wood and transporting it via rivers to sell to other provinces, as well as by working in other provinces.

After all, winter is almost here, and if most rural people don’t go out to work, they will be poor and frozen to death if they stay here.

Such was the living environment of the Empire.

Of course, there was nothing surprising about Windlow as he ate a baked potato. That was the rural environment of the empire.

I came from a rural environment. After all, if I didn't come out to do business, I would definitely starve to death in the rural area of ​​Rick's territory.

But, aren’t there too many people on the boat?

At this time of year every year, a large number of Stirling locals leave by boat, and the rich go to Reikland or Marienburg to spend the winter.

Some even head directly to the Southern Kingdoms to feel the warm sea breeze in Estalia and Tyrell.

The poor also go to Reikland and Marienburg to spend the winter, where there are plenty of jobs to earn money.

Of course, you can also go to the Southern Kingdom and become a sailor or fisherman in Estalia or Tyrell, go fishing in the winter, and when you come back in the spring you will either make a fortune or be eaten by fish.

"If we keep waiting like this, we might not be able to buy a boat ticket until a week later. By then, the river might be frozen over if we return."

Windlow turned to look at Mousse, and seeing the injured dark elf, he gave up the idea of ​​continuing to ride the carriage back to Rick County.

All I could do was take back what I had just said, look around and see if there was any other solution.

As soon as he looked around, a stranger slowly approached and showed several boat tickets in his arms.

"Sir, would you like to buy scalper tickets?"

In various places, as long as there are queues and ticket selling, there are bound to be scalpers.

Most of the scalpers are locals who buy all the tickets in advance and then sell them to others at a marked-up price.

The imperial officials rarely pay attention to these people. After all, for the empire, as long as the tickets are sold, it is all that matters. Who buys them is none of their business.

"I want three tickets, two for adults and one for the carriage. How much?"

"Twenty silver coins, an adult ticket is three silver coins, and a carriage ticket is fourteen silver coins."

As soon as these words were spoken, Windlow was stunned. He knew that scalper tickets were expensive, but he didn't know that scalper tickets were so expensive.

"Logically, the price should be doubled at most. Selling it to me for 8 silver coins is enough. You raised it to 20 silver coins. Do you have a conscience?"

"Do you think I can't see that you're in a hurry? You must be a rich man who made a lot of money and went to Rick to spend the winter. Don't ask around. We scalpers are all in the same group."

Mousse was not deaf, her elf ears could even hear it very clearly, and she clenched her fists immediately.

It’s a pity that we are still in a human city, so it’s best not to do anything terrible that will cause bloodshed.

"Fifteen silver coins."

As an imperial merchant, Windlow certainly knew that prices were not fixed and there was room for bargaining on everything.

As long as the ticket price is lowered to 16 silver coins, I can accept it.

But the scalper just shook his head. He had done this kind of bargaining many times.

"Sir, I see you are also in business. Do you know about the existence of the Guild?"

The scalper business here is so good that there must be a scalper guild. It must have stipulated that each scalper is not allowed to lower the price individually, so the scalper ticket price in the entire city of Niedling is the same.

If every scalper starts a price war, wouldn't that allow ticket buyers to make a profit?

"Apart from the price, is there anything else we can discuss?"

It's not that he can't take out 20 silver coins. Although he earned a gold coin from the vampire, if he spends too much, he will starve to death or freeze to death this winter.

"Yes, you must have heard of it. There is an ancient tomb in the northwest of Niedling City. You can find the tomb after you see the huge dilapidated tower."

As the scalper spoke, he waved the ticket in his hand in front of Wendlow to increase the temptation.

"My brother is a tomb robber, but he has been in that tomb for three days and has not returned. The locals are too superstitious to go there. I wonder if you, an outsider, would be interested."

"If you can save my brother, I will only charge you one silver coin for the boat ticket, but don't tell other scalpers about this."

"If, I mean if my brother dies, please bring back his bracelet, a brass bracelet, and I'll give you a 50% discount on the boat ticket. You can't tell other scalpers about this either."

This seemed like a good deal, just go to the tomb northwest of Niedling and take a look, even if it was just to find a body.

Even in the worst case scenario, if you only find the body of the tomb robber, you can still save 10 silver coins.

Naturally, Windlow took on the task. Watching the scalper walking further and further away, Mousse clearly showed an expression of disdain.

"Wendeluo, Wendeluo, I know there is something wrong with that tomb as soon as I hear it. Are the locals superstitious? I think the locals all know that there is something wrong with that place, so no one goes there. They can only trick outsiders like us into going there."

If Mousse could figure it out, Windlo could certainly figure it out too. There must be something wrong with that tomb!

But for businessmen, there is no deal that cannot be done.

No one will do business that will only make a loss, but people will do business that will make money even if it means risking their lives.

Besides, you don’t have to complete a task once you accept it. If the situation is not right, you can simply give up and quit halfway.

And now, since I have accepted the task, I naturally have to think carefully about how to complete it.

Looking up again, they saw the ticket office with a very long queue, and then they decided to return to a pub and sat down at a table.

Here, all you need to do is simply mention the tomb, and the drunk locals will immediately tell you all the information there.

Whether it was fact or rumor, all the local people's opinions about the tomb were recorded by Windlow, and it turned out that this was what the place was like.