The finished warehouse of the blacksmith workshop in North Duisburg is surrounded by a large number of magic caravans, and the steel sections are carried into the carriage by the slaves, such a labor-intensive work, only the slaves can complete it, even the poor in the slums, will find some more skilled work, after all, the consumption level of the imperial capital is high, if the poor want to sell coolies, they are willing to go to the airport town at the foot of Majaro Mountain to find a job to resist the bag.Lady Arya holds the hem of her skirt in one hand, revealing a white pink.
Tender round calves, the other hand held my arm, and walked out of the workshop, with a faint smile on his face, and his whole body glowed with a kind of maturity.
A mystery that only women have.
Human style.
Feeling.It seems that only on this occasion can Lady Arya regain her own self-confidence.Count Robert, the owner of the workshop, and Goss, the manager, sent us out of the gate, the magic contract book in my magic pocket.Seeing the busy loading and unloading scene of the finished warehouse of this workshop, I thought that if I couldn't awaken the magic pool and didn't want to be a knight, after inheriting the hereditary title, I would have a good life if I could have such a blacksmith workshop in the imperial capital, just like Count Robert.Boarding the magic caravan, Lady Arya was already sweating hot, Caterina put ice cubes in a glass, took out a bottle of golden cider from the cabinet and filled it with a quilt, and handed it to Lady Arya.Lady Arya's face flushed a little, and I casually erected an ice brick in the corner of the carriage, trying to make it two.Caterina also took off the black cloak on her body, reached out and lifted the red ponytail at the back of her head, sweat was stained under her snow neck, a few thick red hairs were stained on it, and her little white hand was gently fanning her neckline, it was really a hot summer, and she looked at the street scene outside the caravan with fringed eyes.Lady Arya took a sip of the cold golden cider to recover from the scorching heat.Lady Arya and Caterina sat across from me and said to me, "I really don't understand why you want to place such a large order in the blacksmith workshop here in the imperial capital, although the production process is much better than the blacksmith shops in those planes, but the price of twenty-five silver hammers is really not too cheap, the main customers of the blacksmith workshop in the imperial capital are the builders in the imperial capital, even if Robert bears the transportation cost of transporting 30,000 light steel rails to the airport warehouse, But then you have to bear the high freight, and then you will find that the cost of buying the rail is nothing in the face of the high freight. ”The magic contract with the blacksmith workshop in North Duisburg explicitly required the master of the workshop, Robt, to provide me with thirty-thousand, within a month, thirty-thousand, light rails for mining, each of which would cost twenty-five silver rings, and that such an order alone would cost me seven thousand five hundred gold coins.Now that the underground track project connecting the ground and underground warehouses of Xinliu Valley has been fully launched, if you want to build a town on the original site of the Trump stronghold within the specified period, it is inevitable to use the resources in Xinliu Valley, so how to conveniently and effectively transport the resources in Xinliu Valley has become a top priority.The six hundred barbarian slaves in the valley are cutting down a large number of oak trees in the oak forest of the valley, Bernd needs a large number of sleepers, the orcs in the orc village and the seven hundred natives of the Hiero plane, removing the necessary manpower to manage the herb plantation and reeling silk in the underground caves, and the rest will also be all devoted to the logging work, and the logging axes in the hands of the barbarian slaves are all replaced by moonblade axes captured from the spider-man warriors.If you want to turn into sleepers that meet the specifications, these cut oak wood needs more people to use saws to cut it off one by one, and then break it from it, there is a lack of large saws in the Xinliu Valley, I went to the sixth district of the imperial capital this time, and I also know that only the shops here sell this kind of large logging tools, and more than 80% of the wood shops in the imperial capital are located in the sixth block.In addition, I had to order more than 200,000 steel nails longer than two feet in length from other blacksmith workshops to fasten the sleepers to the roadbed.Unfortunately, the blacksmith workshop in North Duisburg provided 30,000 light rails in a month, which seems to have reached the limit of their production capacity, and they could not afford to accept orders for steel nails, otherwise they would have to be purchased together.Lady Arya's biggest concern was that the steel purchased from the imperial capital would cost more to transport to its destination.Coming out of the blacksmith's workshop in North Duisburg, her eyes wandered, and she seemed to be in a much more cheerful mood, and there was a little less melancholy between her eyebrows.Sitting on the magic caravan and looking at the sweaty Lady Arya, I considered whether to invent a magic fan, but for this kind of chicken rib-shaped magic item, I don't think there will be any sales in the Green Empire, the main reason is that the nobles are more accustomed to letting the maids stand aside with a fan to fan the wind, and the commoners are afraid that they are not willing to spend a few gold coins to buy such a magic item.There was a shrewdness in Lady Arya's eyes, she was so good at business that every piercing smile seemed to me to be calculating profit and loss, and it seemed to me that her eyelashes were hollow.She sighed slightly, but there was some regret in her tone, and said to me: "Over there in San Carlos City, the price of this light steel rail is at least one-third cheaper than that of the Imperial Capital, if we can purchase this batch of light steel rails from San Carlos City, we can reduce the cost to less than five thousand gold coins." ”I couldn't resist asking her, "Not to mention that most of the blacksmith workshops in San Carlos are under the control of the Babington family, even if they are willing to sell us the rails, are you willing to buy them from them?"
Don't you hate the Babbington family?
”She smiled calmly, but said cheerfully: "Business is business, after all, it is a matter of our advantage, and the person who is not happy that I continue to stay in the Babington family is only Billy, how can I be angry with others, but it is a pity that the city of San Carlos is too far away from us." ”She looked at me again, stretched her delicate brows, and said to me, "Besides, even if we were expelled from the Babington house, it was something we had expected before, and there was nothing to resent, but I think that if we meet Billy.
When Babington was in tune, he still wanted to give him a color look. ”"That's the first heir to the Babington family!
The power he has is probably the same as that of Louis.
Mensa is pretty much it!
”When I said this, I was also quite emotional, and I don't know when I started, I can evaluate the heir of a wealthy family so lightly.Suddenly, Mrs.
Arya lifted the hem of her skirt and took off her curvy pair right in front of me.
Stockings above the legs.She unfastened the garter belt behind her back and hooked it to where the meeting began, causing the garter to loosen off her long, straight legs and place it in the walnut closet next to the magic caravan, and she took off her high heels.
Shoes with lace trim up to the ankles, and took out a pair of wooden slippers, and put them on, she smiled at me sitting across from me, and whispered, "Who would have thought that this day would be so hot, so much cooler!"
”I know that a noble woman like Lady Arya who is used to being pampered usually has a maid who is in charge of holding a fan by her side, and since the Babington family published the news in the newspaper that Lady Arya is no longer a member of the Babington family, she has not even returned to Babington's manor in the imperial capital, and the days without maids by her side may be very unaccustomed to her.Of course, Caterina can't be expected to serve her, and in fact I have no more hope of letting Lady Arya live in a pleasant manner.Caterina has a gentle personality, and that was only in front of me and Kige, you must know that when she was in Trum, she had been promoted to a battalion commander in command of five hundred defenders of the city."
Do you want to go around the slave market?
Maybe you can buy a slave girl, you need a maid to help you with your daily life, maybe you can buy another cook, Ella and Caterina have always taken turns cooking dinner lately, and with our current situation, we don't have to be so poor. ”I looked at Lady Arya.
Flower.
Big flowers. legs, couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of spit, and then said.Lady Arya shook her head and turned her gaze out the window, where the magic caravan was just in front of a blacksmith shop with a shop on the street, which looked significantly smaller, and there was a clanging sound from the backyard, which looked like a traditional blacksmith shop.The plaque hanging from the doorway is a gong-like thing, with a vague pattern formed by the sunken places on it, which looks like a hammer and an anvil."
Come on, let's hurry up and get all the orders for those steel nails, I think maybe we have to run a few more, I'm not sure that a blacksmith shop of this size can make 10,000 two-foot steel nails in a month's time."
Lady Arya reached for the curtain of the car window and glanced at the blacksmith shop outside, and the plaque of the blacksmith was reflected in her sky-blue eyes, and Lady Arya said to me with a frown.It was a grocery smith's shop, not only making horseshoe, nails, sickles, and the like, but also repairing all kinds of iron tools, and it usually employed a few truly skilled blacksmiths, who were probably owned by a blacksmith, and a few young apprentices.Walking out of the blacksmith shop, Arya sighed, there was no slightest relief between her eyebrows, her lips raised a curved arc, and then she said, "Let's go, it seems that we need to visit at least twenty blacksmith shops of this size before we can completely eat the order in our hand." ”Then, she stopped and turned her head to look at me seriously, pointed to the magic shop next to her, and asked, "Is the magic contract scroll you brought here enough?"
If not so much, there's a magic shop here. ”I patted the magic belt bag around my waist and said to Lady Arya, "Of course, I have a lot of blank magic parchment in my backpack, which can be a fire gathering scroll, a water gathering scroll, a frost scroll, and of course a magic contract scroll, which is the prerogative of a magician who is good at drawing magic runes. ”In the noisy and noisy souk, the light-hearted Lady Arya leisurely browsed the goods displayed on the stalls, and passers-by could not help but glance at the fair and delicate skin of Lady Arya and Caterina, and people stared at them boldly, but Lady Arya did not notice the eyes of others, and a noble smile appeared on her face.When we had ordered a sufficient number of steel nails, it was already the hottest noon.For the rest of the trip, we will also go to Madame Arya's weaving workshop, which has been out of control for more than a week, and we don't know what has become of it, but seeing that Madame Alia is in a good mood, she does not seem to be in a hurry to go to her workshop, but takes Caterina aimlessly wandering around the souk.I was reluctant to let Caterina be exposed to such a scorching sun, so I had to hold up a black parasol, Caterina smiled sweetly at me, took the big umbrella in my hand, soft red lips gently imprinted on my face, and whispered to me: "Give it to me, how can you let me hold an umbrella!"
But I'm still happy. ”Walking forward, I found that there was also a vegetable market in the imperial capital, but on the street outside the open-air market, it looked like it should belong to the morning market.At this time, the last few vendors have hastily packed the remaining vegetables into baskets or wooden boxes, or carried them on their backs, or on their shoulders, or on their heads, and left the street with the unsold vegetables one after another, and the whole long street paved with bluestone slabs was messy, with all kinds of debris and garbage scattered on the street, which were also mixed with some rotten leaves of vegetables, carrots broken in two, and red-skinned onions that had been trampled on.There was a group of poor children in ragged clothes, carrying large baskets of vegetables in their hands, and their innocent eyes were fixed on the long street, as long as they made sure that the vendors in the stalls had left with their vegetables, and that the leaves left on the ground were abandoned, these children would swarm around and pick and choose from the rotten vegetable piles.It was a group of slum kids, boys and girls mixed together, all dressed in the same way, the scraps of rags stitched together into all sorts of shorts, barefoot, shirtless in the sun, tanned.The older children tend to take care of the younger children, the younger ones are responsible for watching the pile, and the older children rush to the front to grab the best position.Watching a broken potato roll down next to the garbage can, two boys who ran desperately over scrambled with each other, like football players on the field, pulling each other, you pushed and pushed, just to be able to grab this relatively complete potato, the child running in front was gently pulled by the child behind, lost the center, and fell forward, looking like a dirt plane landing in embarrassment.His head hit the dumpster with a thud, and the child who had thought that the child who had fallen and hit his head would get up in anger and fight the child behind him, and even if he didn't, he might cry.Unexpectedly, the child grabbed the broken potato next to the garbage can, sat on the ground and rubbed his head with one hand, turned around and held the potato high and shook it vigorously in the air, showing a triumphant smile to a girl guarding the basket not far away.I looked at the scene in front of me dumbly, and I couldn't understand why I could still see this scene in the imperial capital of the Grimm Empire, which was not short of food, but I didn't expect that in the slums of the sixth district, there was still a group of people living such a life.