Chapter 558

Episode 558 The Strange Soldier, Misunderstandings (7)

As they were arguing with Harpman, a wagon came back after them.

The seemingly gorgeous wagon was enough to attract attention.

Hafman asked.

“Do you know them too?”

“It seems so.”

The people inside are really familiar people.

But it worked out rather well.

In order to make a deal, it was necessary to make a face at least a little bit.

The three nobles who got off the carriage were blinded by the huge ship in front of them.

The two well-decorated boats were comparable to other mansions, and rather overpowered.

“What happened to this?”

“It’s a ship ship. To think that such a ship entered such an old harbor…”

They had their eyes fixed on the ship for a while, and soon they were able to confirm the familiar pattern engraved on the sail.

In addition, the letters engraved on the deck of the ship.

It meant the top ‘halfman’.

“Halfman top!”

“Why is the grand corps here…!”

Did the Heron family secretly make a deal with the Halfman Merchant?

How could he make a deal with a place where he could do business with popular kingdoms!

Doubt for a moment.

Halfman came and stood in front of them.

“Nice to meet you. Call it Halfman.”

At those words, the three nobles froze.

It was unbelievable that the top half of the half-man came, but the Danju from there came directly.

No matter how much Marquis Garen and Viscount Mace are recognized nobles within the Kingdom of Heron, those words are only used within the Kingdom of Heron.

He was nothing more than an aristocrat to the lord of the upper ranks, who wielded influence across the continent.

They bowed their heads slightly as if paying respect to a superior.

“My name is the Marquis of Gagaren. It is an honor to see Danju of the grand corps.”

“I am Viscount Mays. It is an honor for the family to see such a well-known person.”

Speaking of rumors about Hafman, there are rumors that he is a ‘ghost mad about money’.

Count Sylvester took a step back and greeted.

“This is Count Sylvester… These are my children. Say hello.”

Gide and Sylveria, who were frozen and unable to regain their senses at the word “Danju” from the half-man group, greeted them belatedly.

“This is Gide from Count Sylvester. It is an honor to meet you.”

“This is City Sylveria.”

Hafman, who had heard Ray’s words beforehand, looked at Count Sylvester without even looking at Marquis Garen and Viscount Mace.

‘This is the person the sophomore said.’

Outwardly, it is ordinary.

One look at his upright eyes, and it was immediately apparent that he was a very stubborn person.

Harpman asked for a handshake.

“Nice to meet you, Count Sylvester. Good luck in the future.”

“yes?”

The same was true of Count Sylvester, who shook hands without embarrassment, but did not understand why.

“Please take good care of me… What do you mean by that?”

“You didn’t know.”

Halfman looked at Ray as he spoke, and he shrugged once and pointed at the wagon.

“Check things out before you talk properly, Harpman.”

Seeing him calling Harpman as easily as calling the dog next door, the audience hardened once again.

Carefully looking into his eyes, Halfman, whose name was called, responded that nothing was wrong.

Or rather, it seemed to be taken for granted.

Heading to the wagon, Hafman checked the quality of the items by pulling up the tents one by one.

The reason why he dares to buy things here that he can buy in Celia.

The first is to buy a sword made by Taesangdanju himself, and the second is to try and sell the unique grains of Heron Kingdom.

Unlike those grown in Celia, the grain grown in the cold fields of Heron tastes dry.

Even now, the weather is quite cold, and if you don’t pack your outerwear carefully, the chill will seep through your clothes.

I don’t know how grain grows in a place like this, but there were quite a few people who preferred the dry grain taste unique to this place, so Heron’s grain tended to sell at a high price.

In addition, there was no grain that was as good as this to make a pile of ground grain powder.

Hafman, who had been lingering in front of the carriage for a long time, nodded in satisfaction.

“There are no flaws, just like the things the Danju chose. This is well worth the purchase.”

Although Harpman speaks lightly, he is sharp when he sees things.

When he said it would be okay, Ray nodded as well.

“Seventy gold coins per sword. Grain is ten gold coins per stone. That’s enough of a blow.”

“A reasonable price. I will make a deal.”

Count Sylvester’s family looked at him as he immediately won the deal.

Among them, Silveria’s surprise was even greater.

‘I thought crabs were just lazy.’

He could be said to be the best in swordsmanship, but when I saw him on a regular basis, I never thought of him as a person who would raise the ranks.

There was an overly optimistic feeling for that, and it was far from diligently moving.

One by one, the reality in front of his eyes was that the things he said were being fulfilled one by one.

Ray approached Count Sylvester and held out a crumpled piece of parchment.

Seeing that his hands were covered with stains, it seemed that his hard work was buried.

“From now on, the leader of Sylvester’s upper ranks is an old man. As long as the quality of the goods is guaranteed, business with Harpman will not be cut off.”

At his words, the Marquis of Garen opened his mouth wide.

“Are you giving this to me?”

“You were meant to do that from the beginning. take it.”

Count Sylvester, who had been handed the parchment in a haphazard way, shed tears like chicken poop without even realizing it.

He hurriedly turned around and disappeared, speaking quietly.

“…Thank you. Thank you, I don’t know what to do. Forgive me for ignorance.”

“Even if Harpman looks like an old man with a belly, he has a biting edge and will be eaten if he sees a crack. This time, let’s pack the top properly.”

“Thank you… Thank you so much…”

Halfman looked at him and admired inwardly.

‘I thought the Salvation Chamber had come to an end a long time ago… Danju was creating the 2nd and 3rd Salvation Chambers behind the scenes.’

The true salvation may be the sobriety itself.

It’s like wandering around wherever you want, but there’s a heart that wants to save people.

when they are having a conversation.

Marquis Garen and Viscount Mace, who had been treated coldly, frowned.

‘This is nonsense. Count Sylvester has a line of money.’

If it’s a general money cut, it’s nonsense.

It is wrong to touch them with their own hands now when the back belly is about halfway to the top.

what to do next

When you’re struggling with chewing your nails.

Viscount Mays spat out the words with a look of repentance.

“That would be difficult.”

Their eyes focused on the viscount’s words.

“What is the trouble?”

Around the time when the Marquis of Garen fell into the thought of ‘Is the Viscount finally mad?

Unexpected words came out of his mouth.

“Count Sylvester has not yet paid the taxes due to the royal family. His Majesty the King, who has become uncomfortable because of that, is waiting for the Count.”

“Isn’t it just a matter of paying taxes with the profit left over from the transaction?”

“There are too many taxes owed for that. If it had been enough to end with one or two transactions, His Majesty the King would not have stepped forward.”

When the story progressed that far, the Marquis Garen, who noticed it roughly, put a smile on his lips.

There was not much time left before Count Sylvester’s family disintegrated.

If the king’s heart is not appeased by that time, this time will be ruined.

he let out a sinister laugh.

“Cluck. Right. It is impossible to go against His Majesty the King.”

Hafman was speechless.

there is money

Besides, for him, it was not enough to give him a little more down payment as a sign of maintaining a good relationship.

‘But if the royal family of Heron is involved, it’s like meddling in the politics of another country.’

Hafmann is a merchant, not a bureaucrat.

So, if you start to get involved in the political arena once or twice, there is a concern that your credibility as a merchant will be shaken.

Ray also understood Hafman’s position.

When I finished cooking, Viscount Mace sprinkled ashes on me, which made me feel very bad.

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now that there is no other way.

When Ray tries to say something.

Count Sylvester struck first.

“I will go.”

“Where?”

“I will go to the castle and ask His Majesty the King directly.”

“There must be a degree to being shameless! Do you know who you dare to visit!”

Despite the angry voice of the Marquis Garen, the count did not back down.

“I must go. I believe that His Majesty the King… will fully understand.”

At his words, Viscount Mays laughed.

Count Sylvester did not attend a single ball, let alone a social gathering.

If such a person had an audience with the king and said something, the king would not have listened to him.

Moreover, it is a fact known to all nobles who know that the royal family covets the belongings of the previous king hidden in the family of Count Sylvester.

In that situation, do you think his words will reach the royal family?

Viscount Mace nodded leisurely.

“If the Count says he’s leaving, we can’t stop him. Originally, it was the right of nobles to have an audience with the King. No one can take it away.”

“Thank you Viscount Mays.”

“But please take care of yourself.”

Viscount Mays bowed his head exaggeratedly, as if deeply concerned.

“There are many violent people among the central nobles. I am worried that you will be harmed on the way to the royal castle.”

Is the extremely pretentious appearance offended?

Count Sylvester frowned.

“Thank you for your concern, viscount. But I will still head for the royal castle.”

He looked at Ray and Harpman.

“How can I raise my head if I ask for favors from my benefactors and cannot take a step for fear of being harmed by mere gangsters?”

“Please be careful.”

Halfman quietly shook his head at their conversation.

‘I touched you wrong.’

I never thought I would risk my life in front of a saint, not anyone else.

Watching him smiling sinisterly without knowing why, there was a sign that something unusual was about to happen.