CHAPTER 287: CHAPTER 174: UNWORTHY TO TRADE WITH YOU (10,000 WORDS)

"Mr. Alan, these warhorses and goods, I can exchange for eighty-nine thousand four hundred pounds of fine salt."

"What do you think?"

Alan didn’t speak, but quickly calculated in his mind.

A few seconds later.

Alan revealed a slight smile, "Of course! Thank you for your generosity, Master Lynn!"

The deal was struck.

George didn’t need any arrangements from Lynn, and independently called over the assistants of the trading guild and nearly a hundred townsmen.

They began unloading the meat from the wagons.

Meanwhile, a dozen others untied the reins of the horses from the wagons and led them to a pasture outside the town.

Alan’s gaze moved from those unloading townsmen to Lynn beside him.

Curiously, Alan addressed Lynn, "Master Lynn, are you so confident that I will continue to trade with you?"

Upon hearing these words, Lynn also glanced at Alan, "Of course, didn’t Mr. Alan say that we are the best partners?"

The confrontation earlier, leaving no face spared, was indeed a psychological battle for Lynn.

Alan’s presence would enable Lynn’s territory to quickly own its own warhorses!

This was an undeniable fact.

However, this didn’t mean.

Alan could disregard this land, disregard him as the lord.

Exchanging goods for fine salt was originally a very simple transaction.

As long as Alan quoted a price deemed appropriate by George, converting it into the equivalent amount of fine salt.

After both parties confirmed, the exchange transaction was completed!

But the pride in Alan’s heart made him look down on George.

If Lynn yielded this time, continuous concessions awaited him!

Because, in Alan’s view, Lynn needed him, needed him to transport warhorses to this land.

This time it might be merely insulting George, next time it could be falsely reporting prices, then next time, it might even mean riding roughshod over Lynn!

Previously, Lynn might have conceded.

But now, he needed to display the poise befitting of a lord!

To Lynn’s surprise, Alan agreed and even apologized.

If it were someone else, they might have left this place with wagons without hesitation.

But Alan stayed, cheerfully conducting the trade.

And this was the terrifying part about Alan!

Alan nodded in agreement, "Of course, the best partners!"

Time swiftly passed.

Until two hours later.

All the meat on Alan’s wagons had been unloaded.

Nearly ninety thousand pounds of fine salt was loaded onto Alan’s wagons.

After waving goodbye to Lynn, Alan mounted his horse and left with the wagon and the guard team.

Watching the wagons slowly depart, George walked to Lynn’s side.

He spoke hesitantly, "Master Lynn, do you think Mr. Alan will come again next time?"

George felt that this conversation between Master Lynn and Alan would be etched in his memory forever.

It was the first time someone had faced off against another for his sake.

Even when he was in the Dalton Clan, his father never shielded him!

There were only endless disdain and neglect.

Lynn glanced at George, calmly saying, "I always believe that for a merchant, as long as there is enough profit, they could even bring over their mother to exchange for fine salt!"

Upon hearing this, George was momentarily stunned.

He felt that Master Lynn’s words were both comforting and insulting him.

The territory’s managerial merchant...

Isn’t he also a merchant?

...

On the lime road between the farmlands.

Alan rode on a tall horse, his body gently bouncing with the horse’s stride.

A burly guard captain wearing chain armor pressed his horse’s belly and came to Alan’s side.

The guard captain looked back at the plate armor cavalry following closely on horseback, "Master, do you need me to do anything?"

He always stayed a few meters behind Alan, closely protecting Alan’s safety.

Naturally, he heard the words of the lord of this territory clearly.

Alan gave him a look and said, "Do something?"

"What do you think you can do?"

The guard captain instantly fell silent.

Listening to the sound of hooves behind him, Alan glanced back at the standard plate armor cavalry, "Or do you want to take out those cavalry?"

The guard captain’s face showed a hint of exasperation, "Master, you’re joking..."

Alan’s face instantly turned cold, "Then why are you talking nonsense?"

The guard captain immediately shut his mouth.

Alan snorted coldly, withdrawing his gaze from the guard captain.

Compared to Lynn’s resolute words, the most unbelievable thing for him was.

Lynn actually had plate armor cavalry!

He clearly remembered that the last time he came to this land, those soldiers were only wearing ordinary linen clothes.

But now...

Moreover, such standard plate armor specifications, he had never seen in the Karedi Empire despite traveling there for years.

Clearly, these standard plate armor were not purchased by Lynn from outside.

The only possibility is that Lynn on his own territory forged and manufactured these standard plate armors!

And they have already been put into soldiers’ wear and training.

If anything unexpected were to happen, angering Lynn, prompting him to make a decisive move.

With the attack power of these plate armor cavalry, they wouldn’t be able to leave this land!

This was one of the reasons why Alan agreed with Lynn.

There’s another reason.

That is, there’s an iron mine that can be excavated in Lynn’s territory!

A set of standard plate armor requires at least fifty pounds of quality iron.

The plate armor soldiers following behind number at least a hundred.

That means, just the plate armor on these soldiers requires five thousand pounds of quality iron!

And that’s just what he saw; who knows how much more there might be that he doesn’t see?

If it weren’t for the iron mine on the territory, how could a fledgling territory be willing to use so much quality iron?

Of course, with Lynn’s possession of a salt mine and method for producing fine salt, acquiring enough quality iron wouldn’t be difficult.

But it would require enough time, it couldn’t possibly be this fast!

With only an open-pit salt mine, Alan might not care.

On this continent, there are many lords of sea salt, rock salt, or lake salt.

After he reported the name of the Brown Clan, he could still traverse unimpeded.

But with an open-pit salt mine that can be excavated, a method to produce fine salt.

Plus an iron mine that can be mined, and the ability to refine iron ore into quality iron and produce standard plate armor...

Things become different.

This is a lord who has money and is armed!

Alan couldn’t help but curse once more: Damn Grayson.