Chapter XVII: Return to Ivorda At eleven o'clock in the morning, Bunier took dozens of men from the Chamber of Commerce to the north gate of Ivorda, these days Bunier has dismissed the guys who are unwilling to move with him in batches, and the remaining more than 600 employees who are willing to follow him to migrate have also taken their families with them one after another these days to form a team and begin to migrate to the northwest.
Bunier had finally sold off all his properties yesterday, and this morning he hastily organized dozens of his most loyal men to carry his gold coins and prepare to take refuge in the city.
Although Bunier had been very careful in preparing for the relocation of the Chamber of Commerce, he still ran into trouble when he left the city.
The carriage was carrying too much gold, and the wheels of one of the carriages suddenly broke as they left the city, and at the neighing of the horses, the carriage tilted sharply, and a large chest full of gold coins fell from the carriage, and then the whole city gate fell completely silent.
The glittering gold coins everywhere instantly dazzled everyone's eyes, and the guys of the Chamber of Commerce hurriedly protected the carriage that was already unable to move, but in the confrontation between dozens and hundreds of people, after all, it was the side with more people who had the advantage.
In desperation, Bunier had no choice but to ask the guards at the city gate for help.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please help me, as long as you can protect my carriage, and ten gold coins for each of you afterwards!"
Bunier crawled to the officer who was watching the play with his arms crossed.
"Twenty gold coins, you damn rich businessmen will naturally have enough oil and water left behind if you want to escape."
The officer looked at Bunier indifferently.
"This ......
This......
All right!
Please hurry up!
Bunier knew very well that these officers would not care if a merchant was looted or not, so he could only grit his teeth and agree to it.
"Brothers, there's work to do."
The officer glanced at the distressed trembling Bunier with a contemptuous smile, raised his hand and pointed at the convoy and ordered.
The guards at the gates, armed with spears and swords, quickly recovered the sanity of the people who had been robbed of the gold coins, and under the smashing of the scabbards and spears, everyone near the gate scurried.
In less than five minutes, the farce was over.
"We've done your request, and now it's time to get paid."
After seeing that the people near the city gate had been expelled, the officer looked down at Bunier and said.
"My lord, there are a total of thirty people who are helping, and each person's twenty gold coins is six hundred, please take it."
Bunier turned back and retrieved six bulging money bags to give to the officers at the city gates.
"Bastard!
Are you kidding me?!
The officer glanced at the money bag in Buniel's hand, and suddenly angrily reached out and knocked the money bag away.
"What I just said was twenty gold coins for each of us here, there are a hundred soldiers here, you should give me two thousand gold coins!"
Arrogant officers, smiling soldiers, businessmen who dare to be angry but dare not speak, buddies who cower.
This picture scroll in front of the city gate interprets the fate of merchants in this era.
"It's two thousand gold coins, I miscalculated just now, it's two thousand gold coins."
Bunier wiped the cold sweat that kept breaking out on his head and shuddered and apologized to the officer.
Two thousand gold coins is not a small number, a skilled craftsman's monthly income is about two gold coins, and a junior soldier's monthly income into the city guard is only two and a half gold coins, and twenty gold coins per person is equivalent to most of their income for half a year.
As twenty money bags were placed in front of the officer, a smile finally appeared on the officer's face.
But just as the men were repairing the carriage and preparing to leave the city, a somewhat thin soldier suddenly whispered something into the officer's ear after patrolling the convoy.
"Thank you, sir, for your help today, now we can get out of the city."
Bunier asked the officer with a flattering smile.
"Of course you can, but according to the rules, you can't go out of the city until you have your temperature checked."
The officer raised an eyebrow and glanced at the merchant.
"Yes, yes, that's how it should be."
Bunier nodded like a kowtow to the officer.
One by one, the guys in the caravan began to step over the magic devices that checked their temperatures, and when dozens of people had checked that only Bunier was left, the officer suddenly looked up and winked at the soldiers who were operating the magic devices.
Unbeknownst to him, Bunier stepped into the device, and a beep was heard from the device.
"This man is infected, arrest him."
The officer pointed at Bunier and shouted loudly.
"My lord, I'm not infected, my body temperature is normal, I just tested it myself at home."
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Bunier was grabbed by the arms by two gate guards and was about to be dragged away.
"How do you test at home, can you still have magic props at home?"
The officer smirked and questioned Bunier.
"My lord, my family is the largest thermometer manufacturer in Ivorda, and the adults of the Magic Guild are all using thermometers produced by my family!"
Bunier defended himself.
"Humph!
I don't care if you produce a thermometer or not, anyway, you have to use the magic device, don't talk nonsense, drag him down for me.
The officer's face turned a little unpleasant, and then he ordered the guards in a loud voice.
"My lord, I'm not infected, ah!"
With a scream, Bunier was stabbed in the stomach with the hilt of a knife by one of the guards.
Then the merchant twisted his fat face and opened his mouth wide, but he could no longer make a sound.
At this moment, suddenly a rough voice sounded.
"Wait a minute!"
A stout man in black armor stepped out of the shadows of the street.
"Old Bunier, you're unlucky."
The big man staggered to the beaten Bunier.
The merchant, who was already desperate, became overjoyed when he saw the face of the big man.
"Boy, how come I've never heard that the City Guards could hold the infected?"
Dahan asked, looking down at the city guards.
"My lord, this fat man was found to have a high temperature when he passed through the magic device, and the adults of the executioners are changing the guard, I think we can keep him in custody first, and then wait for the adults to come back and then hand him over to you......," the officer's words grew lower and lower.
"Is that really the case?
I've heard that you've suddenly become rich these days.
Dahan said with a sneer.
"This, my lord, there is no thing, it's all rumors."
The officer hurriedly denied it.
"Boy!
You've only joined the City Guard in the last few years, right?
Otherwise, if you knew that standing before you was the most famous hunter of Ivorda, the genius of the barbarians, Austin Fury, would you still say that what my old friends said was a lie?!
Austin looked at the young guard officer with disdain.
The rest of the story was simple and boring, as the city guard officer returned the two thousand gold coins, and with Austin personally presiding over the inspection, Bunier successfully completed the temperature check.
Then, after the merchant's thanks, Austin waved his hand and said, "I know you're going to Black's territory, if you really want to thank me, go and get me some bottles of Black's treasured wine." ” At the same time, after a morning of flying, Zhao Yannian finally came to the west gate of Iwoda.
Showing their noble status, the brightly dressed two entered the city of Ivorda smoothly.
Zhao Yannian has only been to Xicheng District a few times in the four years he has lived in Yiwuda, Xicheng District is a gathering place for some foreign chambers of commerce, and the foreign chambers of commerce that buy and sell Warcraft Forest specialties are all located on a commercial street in Xicheng District.
Now Zhao Yannian is leading Celine around the commercial street.
"The commercial street in the city of Iwodaxi is famous for dealing in the specialties of the Warcraft Forest, and on this street, nine out of ten people are professionals, and although the Hunter Guild controls most of the magic material trade, after all, not everyone is willing to deal with the Hunter Guild."
Zhao Yannian felt the long-lost noise while introducing some of Ivorda's situation to Celine.
"Everybody's armed, I'm afraid there are a lot of battles here, right?"
Behind Zhao Yannian, Celine looked at the professionals coming and going on the noisy street with some curiosity.
"No, this is arguably the most peaceful place in all of Ivorda.
The forces behind these chambers of commerce are the big aristocrats and professional trade unions in various places, and they have set an iron law when they establish this commercial street, as long as they use force here, no matter who is right or wrong, both parties will be punished by all the chambers of commerce here, and the light will be cut off from hands and feet, and the heavy will be directly killed. ” "These chambers of commerce are really domineering."
"Of course, that's because every chamber of commerce here has the backing of some powerful people behind it."
After Zhao Yannian took Celine to buy a large number of materials for making magic arrays in the commercial street, he summoned a carriage and drove towards Beicheng District, where Bunier's family was located.
The carriage traveled for nearly an hour down the wide avenue to reach the door of the Bunier house.
"Looks like we're late."
Looking at the locked gate and the somewhat messy courtyard, Zhao Yannian said with some astonishment.
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"So what are we going to do?
My lord.
Celine asked behind Zhao Yannian.
"This time I came on my own initiative, and I didn't inform my father-in-law in advance, now we can only go to see if there are still guards left in the Chamber of Commerce, maybe we can ask for a specific route from their mouths."
Zhao Yannian pushed his glasses, thought for a while, and said.
"Do we need another carriage?"
The maid looked around at the sparsely populated streets.
"It's always hard to hail a car in this neighborhood, and we have to walk a while to get a carriage."
As he spoke, Zhao Yannian turned around and prepared to walk to the avenue next door.
At this moment, there was a sound of horses' hooves at the corner of the street, and a plainly decorated carriage came to a stop in front of Zhao Yannian's master and servant.
The carriage door opened, and a young man with brown curly hair combed open the door, and said to Zhao Yannian with a smile: "You are Blake Rodnick, right?"
My name is Sherlock, and the elders of the Alchemy Guild want to meet you. ”