Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

"I'm on duty now. If you get into trouble, remember to come find me. Just like back home, I'll protect you."

Kruppler had already drunk all the wine and even got two more bottles from the bartender.

"Remember to pay the bill."

Mousse also nodded with satisfaction. He didn't expect that he was the first Dread Lord to learn about the military deployment of the human empire.

This tavern was not a place to stay for long, so the two of them went out together and found a nice hotel based on Kruppler's previous suggestion.

The boss originally didn't rent to outsiders, but because of the referral from an acquaintance, it costs 2 silver coins to stay there for a week.

The environment is nice and very clean, with a stove and firewood for warmth, comfortable beds, and a carpet.

Finally we arrived at a safe and warm environment, and had a great time doing it.

It was already dusk when he came to his senses. It was then that Windlow realized that the situation was very bad.

Starting from November now, we have to wait until February of next year, a total of three months and 11 weeks.

The accommodation fee alone will cost 24 silver coins.

Wendlow immediately turned over and climbed out of bed, lit the oil lamp and began to calculate slowly.

Taking into account food expenses and other expenses, it would cost at least 50 silver coins to get through this winter smoothly.

All his current assets are just one gold coin, and his wealth will be reduced in the spring.

As for Mousse beside him, there was definitely no way to get him to pay.

As a businessman, the most important things are goods and capital. With a foundation of 50 silver coins, all you can do next year is the basic work of reselling pottery.

Doesn't this make it seem like you haven't done anything?

Mousse didn't even know when he slowly came behind Windlo.

Although this dark elf dreadlord had no knowledge of business, he was able to count and knew a lot of human writing.

The problem that Windlow is facing now is exactly her problem.

That is poverty.

This kind of poverty does not mean that one cannot afford to eat, but rather that one is in the middle of the empire. It is difficult to climb up, but if one does not work hard enough one will fall down.

Mousse was naturally very dissatisfied with this situation. She and Windlow teamed up to do business not to play house games.

But it's kind of fun.

Her ultimate goal is only one, which is to accumulate enough strength to allow her to return to Naggaroth and recruit enough people to launch a large-scale rebellion.

If luck, strength, even gods and high elves were on his side, he would be able to overthrow Malekith's rule.

Let all dark elves regain their past glory under the leadership of Phoenix King Aenarion and become the most powerful elven warriors.

Other creatures, even other elves, had to bow down to the dark elves and contribute all their wealth and labor unconditionally.

Mousse also has the blood of Nagarythe nobles. He was the first Nagarythe elf to represent the elves in fighting against demons. He only respects the only Phoenix King Aenarion.

He looked down on Malekith, who had retreated to Naggaroth and was unable to attack Ulthuan.

Although the lifespan of elves is very long, it cannot be delayed for too long.

First of all, as a human being, Windlow’s life span is too short compared to that of the elves, and it is very likely that he cannot extract enough wealth.

Secondly, the situation in Naggaroth is changing rapidly. Many dark elf nobles have realized that even though they have the bloodline of Malekith, they are just that guy's tools.

All high-ranking Dark Elf nobles knew that the Witch King named Malekith actually treated all the Dark Elves as slaves.

A weapon that would help him conquer Ulthuan and claim the throne of the Phoenix King.

Some Dark Elf nobles who consider themselves to be Nagarythe are secretly doing things, but Malekith is also using the Cult of Khaine and other political tactics to suppress stability.

If the time drags on too long, once Malekith has complete control over all the dark elves, the new resistance will be like a fire in the darkness.

It will be snuffed out at the fastest speed.

The Dark Elves believe that the strong should rule the weak, and that the inferiors overthrowing the superiors is the basic rule of this society. Many Dark Elves fear the Witch King who stands at the highest position.

But Mousse wouldn't, and neither would some of the Duruchi (a respectful name for dark elves) lurking in the dark whose ancestors were Nagarythe elves.

At this time, the Lord of Dread had already put on all his equipment and was standing in front of Windlo, looking at him condescendingly.

"It hasn't snowed yet, so we can still work. Even if it snows, we still have to work."

This is indeed Windlow's current plan. He should accumulate more wealth before the weather turns completely icy.

Then he put on his shoes, put on his coat, and left the hotel.

It is already autumn, and it is very difficult to make money by doing business.

Even the Beastmen and Greenskins knew that they should stay put in this weather to hunker down for the winter. Running around would only lead to freezing to death.

There was now very little business left for Windlow to do.

While strolling in the city of Glenburg, Mousse also talked with great interest about the official system in the human and dark elf armies.

No matter what you do, as long as you are in an organization, you will have your own level.

Free Militia, Imperial Provincial Army, Imperial Greatswords, Imperial Knights.

Dread Spearman, Gloomy Swordsman, Ark Pirate, Cold Lizard Trooper.

"Vocational high school, junior college, undergraduate, and graduate school."

When it comes to levels, Windlow directly uttered some weird words, which made Mousse very confused.

"What are you talking about, military rank somewhere else?"

Wendlow, who almost forgot that he was a time traveler, also reacted and quickly corrected himself.

"Sorry, I spoke too fast, but you did remind me of something. Merchants also have levels."

"The imperial merchants, carrying large and small bags of goods, travel between cities and villages to sell things."

"We are imperial merchants, driving carriages and doing business between cities and provinces."

“The Imperial Chamber of Commerce uses relationships and bargaining chips to do business between various groups and is able to deal with powerful institutions.”

"The Imperial Merchant Corps has its own armed forces at this stage. For example, merchants who go to Tyrell or Bretonnia, or even to Cathay, are merchants. Hundreds of gold coins flow in and out every minute. It is said that the net profit of an ordinary merchant corps in Cathay after deducting costs and wages is as high as 5000 gold coins a year."

Mousse also smiled slightly. He didn't expect that this boy Wendlow was quite smart. He explained the merchant levels clearly at once.

And this guy did a great job. In less than half a year, he went from being an imperial itinerant merchant to an imperial traveling merchant.

If we support him to become an imperial merchant group, we can use more wealth and power for our own benefit.

He immediately narrowed his eyes, put a smile on his face, and tilted his head to look at Wendlow.

"I can understand that a traveling merchant can be upgraded to a traveling merchant. It just means having an extra map and a carriage. But how can a traveling merchant be upgraded to a guild of commerce?"

“Get a voice.”

"Don't make it so complicated. I'm not a businessman and I don't want to know professional terms. You just need to tell me what needs to be done."

As soon as Mousse finished speaking, Wendlow stopped and turned to look at the large restaurant next to him, where a business meeting was taking place.

"It's easy to become a member of the Chamber of Commerce. All you have to do is strike up a conversation with those big businessmen and eat at the same table."