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Wendlow doesn't care whether it's evil or not, he just wants to do business and make a lot of money.

Go to bed quickly, because we have a whole day of business to discuss tomorrow.

And for some reason, there's always a weird feeling near the forest in Bretonnia.

I don’t know if it’s because we’ve been talking business all day, or because we’re too close to the forest, or because the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are just too annoying.

Wendlow only felt that he was in a very irritable mood when he went to sleep, and his temper was abnormally bad.

In the forest, a figure withdrew his hand and was slowly recording data.

Since the knights of Bretonnia do not allow peasants to hunt, there are many wild animals in the forests of Bretonnia.

When these wild animals gather together in the primitive environment away from the city, they will produce the wind of beast magic.

At the same time, it can be seen from observation that the initial deduction was not wrong and the target was affected by the beast wind.

All it takes is a little bit of magical inspiration to allow him to control the winds of nearby beasts.

But the most terrifying thing is that Windlow actually suppressed his emotions and completely suppressed the manic mood in his heart.

Anyway, there were chivalrous knights keeping watch, so I turned over and fell asleep.

Using Winds of Magic causes the caster's emotions to fluctuate along with the Winds of Magic.

Who exactly is Wendlow? How could he control the strong emotions brought about by the wind of magic so easily?

In fact, for him, controlling emotions is a very common ability.

Doing business really tests a person's emotions.

After a product is sold, there will always be buyers who find fault with it, saying this is not good or that, and demanding a refund or a discount.

There were even more serious rumors about selling fake goods, saying they would report Windlow.

Or maybe he's just bragging, saying he has a big brother protecting him, knows so and so, and has a complicated network of relationships, and he's threatening to tell Windlow to be careful.

There are also cases where fakes are exchanged for real ones, and inferior products are exchanged for authentic ones, saying that the things you get are fake.

Windlow had encountered these situations many times, although each time he only needed to shout "Moose, help!"

Having a Dark Elf Dreadlord standing there would solve a lot of problems.

But from the beginning of his career as a businessman to now, Windlow has never asked Mousse to help him with business.

He was able to suppress every negative emotional fluctuation that arose from doing business. Based on the basic principle that harmony brings wealth, Windlow's emotional control ability was already at the point where he could keep his emotions under control.

I had never suffered from insomnia before, and I slept soundly until dawn again.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and Mousse had woken up long ago. Since they were all martial artists, they would train in the morning.

"What a fast punch."

"You're not bad either."

Even the dark elf dread lord and the knight named justice fought back and forth.

Both sides learned a lot of new techniques from each other's moves.

Of course, the most important thing is to see Windlow wake up.

According to the results of the competition, the five people took up their food bowls one by one and lined up in front of Wendlow.

Of course, the one standing in the front was Mousse. She was seen squatting in front of Windlow, hitting the rice bowl with a spoon.

"You just woke up, go and cook."

This sentence directly broke down Windlow's mentality. He had been a businessman for so long, but he didn't make much money. He was treated like a beast of burden all the way.

I originally wanted to yell at him, damn it, he even came to me for breakfast.

But then he realized something was wrong. It was exactly the same as last night. He didn't know why his emotions had been fluctuating so much during this period of time.

The transaction process was the same as before, and Mousse was still the same Mousse who couldn’t cook and was unable to help.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are all under his control, so where does this nameless anger come from?

He was very observant and immediately looked into the nearby forest, but unfortunately he had no idea what was in the forest.

But based on their understanding of Bretonnia, the locals did not develop this land as well as the Imperials, and naturally there are still many lost buildings from the High Elf period left in the forest.

Then he let out a long sigh, helped Mousse get up from the not-so-soft blanket, and rubbed his body which was still a little sore from waking up.

Made a simple breakfast for everyone.

Then, we took advantage of the early morning to head to the aristocratic area of ​​the city of Cologne.

After all, the peasants of Bretonnia were too poor, and most goods could only be consumed by knights and nobles.

Plate armor forged by the Empire, and steel produced by the Empire.

It must be said that Imperial goods are very popular in Bretonnia. Since Bretonnia lacks high-quality steel forging technology like the Empire, the demand for these goods is very high.

What’s more, the knights are all high-quality customers and they won’t bargain at all.

Every time Windlow gives a price, the Bretonnian knights who come to shop will only have two choices.

Either pay the full amount or just turn around and not buy.

For this group of nobles who believe in chivalry, bargaining is a very shameful behavior, and cursing that things are sold at too high a price will make their economic level appear low.

In a short moment, all the goods in Windlow's carriage were sold out.

Except for a musket that no one was willing to buy, the entire carriage had completed the clearance sale that the merchants had been looking forward to the most.

The cash in his hand suddenly increased from one or two copper coins when he set out from Marienburg to a full ten gold coins now.

Minus the cost of course there are still 4 gold coins to score for Mousse.

As for the remaining 200 copper coins, they all accidentally fell into the pockets of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

Oh, goddess, your imperial believer is so devout.

Still according to the purpose of business, the liquid funds must be transformed into commodities to increase wealth through continuous trade.

After receiving extra tips, no, after receiving extra supplies given to them by the Goddess’s followers.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were also much more cheerful, and were even willing to continue escorting Windlow on his "pilgrimage" and tell him information about the next destination.

"Le Angulan is a port city, but considering the plundering of the Dark Elves and the Norscans, the entire city has never developed."

The knight named Honor still told all the information to Windlow, even though whether such an imperial merchant could make money had nothing to do with them.

But out of consideration for honor, she still expressed her judgment.

"The only thing there is fish, but fish will go bad after a few days. It is not suitable to be purchased as a commodity. Generally, foreign merchants buy Bretonnia's grain."

This completely woke up Windlow. He was still thinking like the Empire, believing that business in coastal cities must be developed, and had not considered the situation in Bretonnia's fishing villages.

"How is Lyonesse? How is business going there?"

This time, he did not face Honesty, but talked to the Knight of Honor, who also told him everything he knew.

"If you choose to make the pilgrimage to Lyonness, we are also willing to protect you from attacks by vampires and undead creatures."