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"No, of course not, why would you think that?"

Windlow was very confused. Although businessmen liked to make money from war, it did not mean that they would put themselves on the battlefield.

It is certainly fun when war happens to others, but if it happens to yourself, it is more than just bad luck.

According to Windlow's philosophy of life, he had already summarized the way to make money.

Working hard to open up new land is not as good as studying hard for ten years, studying hard for ten years is not as good as having your ancestors carry guns, having your ancestors carry guns is not as good as going into business, going into business is not as good as...

It’s hard to say about the last one, but there is no doubt that doing business is a much higher priority than going to war.

Mousse also let out a long sigh. He had no way of joining the imperial army as reinforcements.

Moreover, for a man like Windlow, let alone killing the enemy, a sudden forced march might make him choose to desert.

All we can do is wait and see what the so-called going into business is all about.

While the two were waiting, a strange figure jumped onto the donkey cart and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Driver, go to the city of Nuln. One gold coin. Go or not."

Isn't this the business that's coming?

Since all the goods in the donkey cart had been unloaded, Windlow and Mousse sat in the cart with nothing to do.

A passerby naturally mistook the two for long-distance drivers, transporting passengers from one city to another and earning money from it.

The travel fee is only one gold coin, which is a good deal.

Windlow immediately sat up straight. He was of course familiar with the road to Nuln City. After deducting tolls and food expenses for a round trip, he could earn 30 silver coins.

He turned around immediately, wanting to see who this guest was and why he would spend so much money.

Under the black cloak is a face wearing a golden mask.

Although this guy's face is completely hidden behind a mask, almost everyone knows his true identity.

"The Dean and Grand Tutor of the Imperial Mage University, Gelt, ah, welcome."

Bayersazar Gelt, the Grand Tutor of the Imperial University of Magic, the Dean of the Golden Academy, and also the Dean of the Imperial University of Magic.

Wendlow quickly became serious. He didn't expect to receive a big order just like that.

He reached out and took the money, and a gold coin soon fell into his hand.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the gold coin turned into a lead coin.

"It's a magic trick, a little sleight of hand."

Gert waved his hand, indicating that what he just gave out were lead coins, and that he was performing a little magic trick, so don't panic.

Then he took out another gold coin and put it in Windlow's hand again.

But soon, the gold coin turned into a lead coin again.

Between the two of us, you look at me and I look at you, not knowing what to say.

In the end, Gert remained silent, took out another gold coin and placed it in Windlo's hand.

Very good, this gold coin has not turned into lead, nor is it missing any weight.

After Windlow had collected them well, he also drove a donkey cart away from the land of Altdorf and became a part-time carriage driver.

Facts have proved that Karl Franz's management is still very good. There is an imperial official road from Altdorf to Grunberg. One only needs to pay a carriage tax to reach the destination in the shortest time.

At the same time, Glenborg is very close to the city of Nuln via the official road, and there is no longer any pain as when he was walking on foot.

After only four days, the donkey cart had reached the city of Nun at its maximum speed.

Led by Gelt, the dean of the Imperial Mage University, the carriage arrived at the Elector's Palace in Nuln smoothly.

Before the carriage stopped, Gelt jumped down and hurried to the location of the Elector of Wiesen.

As a businessman, Windlow was keenly aware that something big might happen next.

The dean of the Imperial University of Magic has personally arrived in Nuln to meet with the Elector. He must have said something very important.

Just hearing any one of them could turn out to be priceless information, and you can make a fortune whether you sell the information or use it yourself.

So he waved his hands at Mousse, and the dark elf immediately understood what was going on.

Looking around, he led Windlow to shake off all the guards and sneaked all the way to the bottom of the Elector's Palace.

You can't get any closer. If you get any closer you will be discovered by the guards and magic.

Even from a long distance away, you can still hear the conversation in the room.

Mousse's elf ears were very sharp, and he could listen and narrate the words in the text to Wendlow at the same time.

The dean of the Imperial Mage University, Gelt, and the Elector Count of Wiesenland are negotiating a deal.

According to Karl Franz, Elector of Reikland, Wiesenland needs to give up the annexed land of Solland.

At that time, Gelt will directly serve as the Elector of Solland.

As a condition, Rick County will give Wissen County the greatest possible support, even including signing a zero-tariff treaty.

"Zero tariff treaty? When Wissen and Rick did business, Wissen sold more goods. This zero tariff..."

Not to mention zero tariffs, let’s just talk about the restoration of the Soel Territory.

Solland is the southernmost province of the Empire and was destroyed by the orcs long ago.

After the orcs were defeated, Lord Wishen swallowed this place with tears because he could not find the legitimate successor to Lord Thor. Now he is asking them to spit it out.

Is this still what Carl, who is good at answering political questions, would say?

Wendlow even suspected that Mousse had heard it wrong, but she had no reason to make such jokes.

Soon, the discussion in the Elector's room was over.

Mousse also told Wendlow everything he had heard.

This answer was so strange that it even made him, an imperial merchant who had seen everything, stand still.

Huh? Carl was making these arrangements before he had even established himself. Could it be that the dean of the Imperial University of Magic, Gelt, was causing trouble himself?

Reikland will strongly support Wiesenland and exempt it from various tariffs, but Wiesenland will need to give up the land of Solland and hand it over to Gelt as the Elector.

The content of the speech was short, but Windlow had to think for a long time about each word.

It’s a mess, it’s all a mess!

It must be that Gelt used some magic to encrypt the conversation, that's for sure, Windlow could only use this excuse to comfort himself.

Quickly returning to the donkey cart, Gelt also walked out of the Elector's Palace at this time.

He originally took out a gold coin, but quickly put it back and replaced it with a new gold coin and handed it to Wendlow.

"It's still one gold coin for the fare. Take me to Phaidol, the capital of the former Thor province."