The Amber Sword

“Isn't that an exchange?” The businesswoman looked at the behaviour of those young adventurers and asked with interest.

“Rather than exchange, it's charity, Miss Roman.” Thanford replied later.

Roman nodded his chin: “But obviously it's an exchange, buying hope with food, isn't it an exchange? ”

“Buying hope with food? What's that supposed to mean?” Antitina stunned. In fact, it wasn't just her, and everyone was wondering: is that an exchange?

But wait!

But only at this moment did Brando react, and he couldn't help but look at Roman with an incredible look, wondering how long this guy's brain melon was, how he could always think of something that no ordinary person could see. He straightened out his thoughts and asked, "Antina, if you give this territory to govern, how long will it take for you to have spontaneous business practices here? ”

The nobleman Jinjin immediately realized what Brando had to say. She had to look at each other and wondered what the young lord thought of the territory? Or is it just a test for yourself?

In any case, however, she looked at the streets of these unshielded, refugee-like inhabitants and answered with some embarrassment: “One year in short, two years in long, the civilian population lacks wealth and the foundations on which business practices are based. Even reforming taxes and distributing land will require a long period of wealth savings… But in any case, within two years I have the certainty to re-emerge business here; it's just that the roads are a bit troublesome and I'm afraid rebuilding the roads will cost a lot of money…"

“So if we distribute the wealth, the folk will have the wealth.” Roman interrupted her, naturally speaking.

ANTITITINA is nitrogen, “Does this... make sense?” She couldn't help but ask, “What's the difference between loaning your money to people who can't afford to gamble and letting them gamble with themselves? The last one to win is his own money, and there is even a risk of losing it...”

She couldn't help but look at Roman like the gambler she was talking about. But here's another way of saying it. It's called "businessmanship."

“Of course it means something. You see, Antina said it was a ‘loan', didn't she? So that cute gambler could still win more money eventually, only that money was written on the note. ”

“But after all, those people are nothing but poor people, and even if there is a note, they don't actually get a penny.” Antitina rebutted.

Roman lifted his chin and shook his fingers, and her move fell into Brando's eyes almost thinking she saw a clean and lucid capitalist doing the job.

“Well, not everyone wants to be poor, do they? We distribute wealth in exchange. We buy these people's hopes for the future," Roman refers to his own eyes: “See, everyone wants a better life. What we gave them was the ability to realize that hope, which should be called the 'ability to participate in production', right? ”

“And when they fulfilled that wish, they naturally fulfilled the meaning of the arrears, and I had many more partners involved in the game.” Miss Merchant goes on to describe, “Unlike gambling, you bury the gold coins in the ground, and you'll get two gold coins next year. ”

Speaking of which, she blinked playfully.

“Well... it's hard to say...” Although others can still hear the fog in the clouds, Antina finally understood Roman's thoughts. It's just that she can't accept such empty logic in any way.

“It's hard...” Brando nodded, then he couldn't help but glance at Little Roman. In fact, Roman's idea is not so much an exchange as a form of redistribution, just a redistribution that involves not only the means of production, but also the capital itself, which quickly adds value when it is involved in the reproduction. Roman's idea is based on the premise that all wealth in the territory belongs to the lord himself, and although simple and simple, it has to be said that one can think of such a problem under such conditions that the gaze is already quite advanced.

But it does take a huge plan, and every step of the way, not just sending things down. Brando is not very good at this, but he has a simple example to follow.

Infrastructure and foreign war.

“Rather than purchasing hope, it is purchasing the labour force. While the workforce is an added value for lords, they do not understand that while all the wealth in the territory belongs to the lord himself, the rate at which the new wealth is created varies," Brando replied, "Of course, if it is to be done, how it is distributed is a key. ”

“Antina, do you have any thoughts?” The young man asked carelessly.

“Build roads. ”

The idea of noble gold simply coincides with that of one's lords. Then she hesitated and finally lowered her voice and asked, "Lord, what do you think of this place? ”

In the past, Antittina could hardly imagine that she would encourage her lords to attack another legitimate lord of the kingdom and seize each other's territory - a blatant rebellion. Over time, however, the situation in this ancient kingdom is worse than it is every day, and the news of the turbulent situation has come from the outside, coupled with the fact that she has witnessed all the actions of these cold-blooded, decaying nobles, and the last hint of fantasy about the kingdom has become a little disillusioned.

Brando nodded and shook his head.

Of course he had an idea that Baron Groudin's territory was almost next to his future territory, and that this guy wasn't a good bird, so naturally he was the first to take a knife from the other side. But not now, he lacks both the strength and the opportunity. Wait another two months, wait until the coup d 'état in November (also known as the December coup d 'état) comes together, declare independence everywhere, and no one will care more about an attack between the little lords on the southern border.

But he did have a headache, and it has to be said that Tonigal was one of the most barren territories in the whole of Eruin. He was afraid Roman might be stuck in a place like this, and didn't expect Miss Merchant's instincts to be strong enough to work anywhere.

Brando now even wonders if she can throw Little Roman under, and she's happy to do business with those demons.

But anyway, with a preliminary idea, the rest is the question of how to improve that idea and money. The question of money is not a big deal for Brando for now, and extorting money from that little nobleman and money being escorted to Prague will be his start-up money, and the rest will be handed over to the rich mineral resources of the South.

As a basic rule of passage, Brando feels like he's dead for nothing if he can't do something on minerals as a passover.

But at this moment, a loud whip ‘snapped’ interrupted his thinking. When Brando woke up, he turned around with the others and saw a small group of cavalry in the rear entering the city with distinct flags despite their messy equipment. Young people see the emblem on their flag - a pelican on a staggered black and white plaid, with a background color derived from the Jean de Neil family emblem, meaning that this nobility has a direct relationship with Jean de Neil. So Brando immediately understood that these men were private soldiers of Baron Groudin.

At this moment, the cavalry is raising its horse to expel the inhabitants on both sides of the street, slowly retreating slightly before eating a whip. Skinny men and women with yellow skin were driven to flee like a herd of animals, and the scene seemed unusually funny to the riders, who couldn't help laughing and even laughing.

Antitina frowned, which is a common scene for her. Pragues, why don't those security cavalry travel so far?

She then heard Sy, the red-haired girl beside herself, grunting coldly.

“They seem to be dragging something behind.” Thanford suddenly pointed behind the riders, "he said.

“is a corpse.” Brando replied, "These aristocratic militants went out to bandits.” When he finished, he lightly sighed.

“What's the matter? ”

Antitina, don't you think it's normal?

But Brando shook his hand and told her not to speak, and then pointed at her, and the nobleman set his eyes and saw some women not far away, after seeing the bodies, suddenly sat on her knees and covered her face to cry. She asked slightly, then some incomprehensibly: "… what is this? ”

“Rather than being bandits, they are forced by lord's taxes to the point where they cannot survive. Bandits in the mountainous forests outside, who say they are better off as refugees fleeing taxes, live most of their lives in the same way as the average farmer, and there are not many people who are truly involved in looting. Only because of tax evasion, it is defined as‘ inhuman ’.” A grey wolf mercenary was familiar with all of this, and replied with a bite of his teeth: "My father died the same way, these damned nobles...”

“Is it just men?” Antitina took a breath and asked.

“Of course, life outside is not paradise either.” Brando nodded.

When he finished, it seemed like a strange silence had surrounded him. Apart from the abuse of the aristocratic militiamen, the low cry of women, no one even spoke for a moment.

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