Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 901 - 16 Speculative Business_2

Chapter 901: Chapter 16 Speculative Business_2 Chapter 901: Chapter 16 Speculative Business_2 “You’re thinking right.” Even if his grandson wants to become a pampered pig, old Priskin cannot allow it: “I want you to go to the Montaigne Civil Guard Officer.”

Having received the task from his grandfather, little Priskin began to ponder where to buy heads and how to purchase them.

At that time, the siege of Revodan had just ended, and the heads of the Herd Barbarians had been generously lopped off by the Revodan city militia as well.

Some militia members had families to feed and couldn’t wait to exchange their heads for land; they wanted to sell the heads to address emergencies;

Others were militia members who jointly achieved the credit for a single head and didn’t know how to divide the land in the future, so they simply exchanged it for money.

There were not a few militiamen willing to sell heads, but very few people were actually willing to purchase them, for two reasons:

First, no one knew whether Blood Wolf would keep his promise.

After all, “granting titles and making promises before the goal is achieved, then reneging after the goal is met” is traditional culture among the lords.

If Blood Wolf turns his back on them, then a head will just be a rotting, disfigured human head, not even worth a copper coin.

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Second, even if Blood Wolf honors the exchange for the heads, by the day the New Reclamation Legion suppresses the Rebels, the granted land will surely be confiscated, making it all for naught in the end.

Therefore, even though a business opportunity was sniffed out, most people still chose to hold onto their currency and wait. Eager to act, yet afraid to act recklessly.

However, for little Priskin, these two issues were not issues at all.

Little Priskin had seen Blood Wolf. Although their interactions were not harmonious, he was certain that Blood Wolf would not easily break his oath.

Moreover, little Priskin, walking by his grandfather’s side, had been in touch with plenty of “insider information.”

For example: the outcome of the bloody battle was decided by a Piaoqi charge—yet Iron Peak County had no Cavalry.

Or for instance: Lady Ronald, still residing in the garrison official residence, had dismissed her cook and servants;

Or yet another example: his grandfather was tallying the backlog of goods from various commercial houses, seemingly ready to negotiate a big deal all at once.

These signs led little Priskin to a bold idea: could it be possible… could it possibly be that the New Reclamation Legion was planning to recruit the Blood Wolf Rebels?

If that were the case, the issue of [land legality] would no longer be a problem.

Little Priskin was equally convinced that Blood Wolf would definitely include the “legalization of granted land” in the negotiation terms.

That guy is just that kind of person—cruel, fierce, but he would never just wipe his hands clean and leave without taking responsibility—little Priskin had this strong hunch.

A golden opportunity was right in front of him, and little Priskin could hardly suppress the excitement in his heart, suddenly feeling an endless surge of motivation.

Revodan, the goldsmith workshop of Yile.

“Two for eighteen.” Little Priskin wouldn’t let go of Yile’s arm.

“No, no, no,” Yile shook his head like a rattle-drum: “Impossible.”

“Two for seventeen!” Little Priskin raised his voice.

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Yile looked utterly helpless: “Master Priskin, you might as well ask in another workshop.”

Little Priskin released his hand and slapped the table hard: “Then two for sixteen!”

“The market rate is now two for fifteen.” Yile looked extremely troubled.

“But I want to exchange a lot!”

“That’s still not possible, to lose one for every two exchanged. I can’t do this business.”

“Gold Coins will definitely continue to rise in price, while silver coins are depreciating every moment. When the time comes, you won’t even have the chance to exchange them.”

Goldsmith Yile sighed: “First, let’s take a look at the quality of the Gold Coins.”

“Rest assured! Would I deceive you?” Little Priskin happily pulled out the purse he got from his grandfather: “They are all top-quality Ducats.”

“Master Priskin, it’s only because you said you wanted to exchange a lot at once that I reluctantly agreed to two for sixteen.” Yile’s face dropped, as he weighed the purse: “This can’t be called ‘a lot.'”

“There’s more!” Little Priskin quickly lifted another wooden box from his backpack.

Upon opening the box, inside were gold and silver necklaces, earrings, buttons, forks and knives…

Yile’s face turned uglier: “Master Priskin, are you planning to flee?”

“Of course not.” Seeing goldsmith Yile’s face turn almost inky, little Priskin hastily tried to lighten the mood: “Let’s exchange these gold and silver wares at two for fifteen, okay?”

“Two for fifteen?” A few muffled grunts came from deep within Yile’s nostrils: “Melting down the vessels into coins requires a fee for the loss from melting.”

“Then consider them as a pledge to you, and I’ll come back to redeem them after some time.” Little Priskin picked up his backpack, and tentatively asked: “By the way, would you be interested in buying swords? Top-tier steel blades with Weisinberg’s famous craftsman engraving… or do you know anyone who would want to buy swords?”

Revodan, the residence of the pottery merchant Megan.

A teenage boy around little Priskin’s age walked into the parlor holding a clay pot: “What the heck do you need the money for so urgently?”

“Never mind that.” Little Priskin was getting impatient: “I assure you, I’ll pay you back.”

The clay pot was taken outside, and the potter’s son—who had been a playmate of little Priskin since childhood—little Megan, held up a wooden mallet and stood foolishly for a while before turning back with a sad face: “I can’t do it.”

“I will.” Little Priskin took the mallet and swung hard, breaking the belly of the clay pot.

Silver coins poured out with a clatter.

Revodan, the home of the builder Tom.

“Auntie!” Little Priskin pushed the door open: “Can you lend me some money?”

Recently, there has been an “exchange difference” in the value of gold and silver coins in Revodan.