Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

The next day, Jefferson, who had not drunk much, looked at Doug, who was hungover, and asked, "Sir, why don't you take a rest?"

Looking at the other person's painful expression, Jefferson wondered if he could have drunk two more glasses of wine last night to kill the gray-collar worker's biggest enemy.

"It's out of the way."

Doug waved his hand and said, "Let's get down to business."

"Ok."

Although he doubted the other party's mental state, Jefferson was not really there to smuggle.

"These are the weapons I can bring. You can take a look at them first. But in order to avoid suspicion, you need to buy a batch of our goods as a cover."

This was proposed by Jefferson and Lind at the time. Anyway, Gray Collar already had normal trade relations with Doug's territory. Since they were both going to make money, why not make a little more and cheat Doug out of some money, and also digest the backlog of Gray Collar due to overcapacity.

Lind agreed to this strategy while sighing that you guys are so ruthless in doing business, so in addition to the list of weapons, there was also a list of goods in front of Doug.

The prices are quite expensive.

Doug felt a little pain when he saw the price, but only a little.

"Your one is the special trebuchet, sir. Do you know that?"

"Oh, you mean the artillery?"

"Yes, that cannon."

Doug waved his hand, and immediately two guards came over carrying a box.

Before Jefferson could ask, Doug opened the box himself, and it was full of gold shield coins.

"This is a small gift from me. Please don't refuse it. As long as you can get some artillery, I have more gold shield coins here."

Jefferson couldn't help swallowing, not because of the gold shield coins, but because the artillery was originally on the next batch of smuggling list.

I didn’t expect the demand for Doug’s artillery to be so strong, which means that Jefferson’s original price might have been too low.

White-collar workers can earn even more.

Doug really needed artillery, not only to alleviate the subsequent attack from the gray and white collars, but also to deal with the restless demons and the East Territory.

That guy Monroe has begun to harass the northern border, and is showing signs of joining forces with the demons to swallow up a piece of northern territory.

Doug wrote to the newly crowned Queen more than once, hoping that the capital could take some action to stop Monroe, but Her Majesty was still busy with the internal affairs of the capital and had basically given up on the North.

In this case, it is actually a good thing for the royal capital that Monroe, who is still loyal to the royal family on the surface, can swallow up the territory of the North. As long as he does not swallow up too much, the royal capital will basically acquiesce.

With artillery, the pressure from the east can at least be greatly alleviated.

So Doug, who was always very irritable, was not only very polite in front of Jefferson, but also allowed Jefferson to call him "Sir".

You know, when other nobles call Doug, they have to put a long list of titles in front of him, such as the true successor of Lars, the ruler of the North, the only governor, the Lord of the North Wind, Doug Lars.

"This...I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. Sir Doug, you know that artillery is very heavy and very difficult to transport. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to disguise the artillery in the cargo."

Jefferson looked troubled, as if he was thinking about the possibility of artillery smuggling. Halfway through his thoughts, he shook his head repeatedly, as if he had rejected one method after another.

But Doug looked happy. As long as Jefferson didn't directly refuse, it meant that smuggling artillery was not impossible.

Human desires are like rolling stones on a mountain. Once they start, they cannot be stopped. So even if Jefferson refuses this time, Doug feels that it is only a matter of time before he gets the artillery. Doug is a more devout believer in the Money Addiction Church than Lind.

Jefferson was indeed thinking frantically in his brain, but he was just thinking about the appropriate price. How many gold shield coins should he sell to Doug for those obsolete and inferior artillery?

Artillery shells are also a problem. The shells suitable for this inferior artillery are no longer even produced by Gray White Collar. However, artillery shells may be the bulk of the smuggling trade in the future. Should we make money from this?

However, I heard that this production line will be restarted because there may be orders for this type of artillery in the royal capital.

"I have an idea."

Doug looked at the list of goods on the table and suddenly shouted excitedly: "Your Excellency, as long as I buy enough of your goods, the extra weight will not be noticeable, right? I can hide one or two cannons in it."

"Ah? Isn't this a bit too risky?"

What Jefferson wanted to say was actually a bit embarrassing. Jefferson had thought of this method just now, but the profit from doing so was so high that even Jefferson felt it was too deceptive, and even his conscience was a little hurt.

"That's right. After all, we can't let His Excellency the Viscount take risks."

Doug put on a look of great distress, and walked back and forth anxiously in front of Jefferson. Finally, he sat down in front of Jefferson and said earnestly: "But please, Your Excellency, for the sake of the people in the North, please give it a try. If anything goes wrong, I will do my best to rescue you."

"..."

Jefferson suddenly felt that his conscience wasn't so painful anymore. Doug was so thick-skinned that Jefferson felt that he still had a lot to learn.

"I'm afraid it won't work this time, Sir Doug. I'll try my best next time."

"Okay, okay, then I'll rely on you, Your Excellency the Viscount."

Doug excitedly shook Jefferson's hands.

After that, Doug didn't feel any pain when he saw the list of goods and weapons on the table. He bought them all without even taking a second look. This was all for the North. At most, the people in the North would suffer a little more, and Doug would bear the blame. If the people squeezed hard, he could still squeeze out some money.

After Jefferson returned, Doug also received a steady stream of muskets delivered through smuggling routes.

Because it went more smoothly than expected, Doug even felt a sense of unreality. Soon these weapons and muskets were delivered to various armies.

Although the power of these muskets is far inferior to those made by hand by some alchemists, at least there are enough of them and they are easy to maintain. In addition, with enough samples and some basic accessories, Doug can already imitate them. Next, he can use this musket as a prototype and continue to improve and imitate it.

Doug obviously realized the importance of standard equipment, so even though he gave away a lot of money this time, Doug felt that it was all worth it.

Until one day, an informant who came back from the royal capital brought Doug a musket.

"Isn't this our musket? How come there is one in the capital?"

Doug asked the informant who had just returned with a puzzled look on his face.

"Ah? Sir, the control in the capital is very strict. Every musket must be labeled. I went through a lot of trouble to get this."

After saying this, the informant rubbed his hands and waited for Doug's reward.

"its not right?"

Doug stroked his chin. Although he knew that his army was not very good, he would not leak the weapons to the capital so quickly. He was quite far away from the capital.

"I heard that Her Majesty bought this weapon from the Gray Collar."

Seeing Doug's confusion, the informant slowly told him what happened in the royal capital.

When talking about the price of the musket, Doug's eyes went dark and he fell to the ground.

"My Lord? My Lord? Lars's true successor, the ruler of the North, the only governor, the Lord of the North Wind!"

The informant shouted Doug's name and went up to help Doug up.

Doug stared at the musket in his hand with lifeless eyes. The price of muskets in the royal capital was more than half cheaper than his own. Not only did he spend more money, but he was also bundled with a bunch of goods that he couldn't sell.

That’s not all, the model of the muskets on both sides is exactly the same.

For a moment, Doug suspected that this was a conspiracy and even wanted to tear Jefferson apart.

But Doug soon calmed down. It was not Jefferson's fault for the price difference, because Wangdu purchased the weapons from formal channels, while he could only rely on Jefferson for smuggling. The premium was understandable. It might be because Gray Collar started selling weapons to Wangdu that Jefferson had the space for smuggling. Doug even had to thank Jefferson.

"Can we buy this kind of musket directly from the capital?"

Doug struggled to get up and asked the informant beside him.

"That's impossible, sir. The capital is under strict surveillance. As I said before, every musket in the capital is engraved with a number. Not to mention buying or selling, if you lose it, you will be punished."