Chapter 467 Missing Person

But generally speaking, merchants affiliated with the Merchant Guild prefer to go to those large tribes. Some guilds have established stable cooperative relations with large tribes and built special footholds.

There are very few merchants coming to the western part of Shem. Even if there are, they are basically taken over by the North Wind Clan. How can they come? They can only come once in the past few years.

"This is indeed a good thing..." Ethan was a little dazed for a while, and his previous worries were also washed away. He remembered the words of the clan leader, "If they migrate away, they will definitely not come to us."

In the Merchant Guild, the affiliated chambers of commerce are also divided into different levels according to the annual membership fees and different sizes.

It is probably a newly joined low-level chamber of commerce that did not bring enough supplies and came to them in a hurry.

But in short, it is all good things.

The old herdsman smiled and touched his grandson's head: "Let's go and see if there are any tea leaves and a handy sickle. The one at home is almost worn out."

"Of course, if there are candies, you can buy two pieces," he said, seeing through the child's expectant eyes, "but don't eat too much."

Little Dibu said happily: "Okay!"

He heard about it.

This time, the merchant guild's caravan will stay in their tribe for many days.

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"Two taels of tea leaves." At the temporary counter, Peng Li, who was selling goods, grabbed a handful of dry leaves with stems and put them into an earthenware pot. The herdsman took it with joy on his face.

In this area, tea leaves are a rare source of vitamins for the tribes of Shandi. They can also be made into milk bricks with salt and cheese. When migrating, they can be boiled in water and drunk, which is quite popular among herdsmen.

Peng Li's heart was full of contempt.

In the United City, these things are waste that tea merchants don't want, and they are no different from leaves on the roadside.

Only the poor people in the lower class would sweep up the tea and cook it at home to drink for medical treatment or to taste better.

And the reason why these merchants brought this kind of tea was simply because no one had the money to buy the more expensive ones, so it was better to prepare some as pocket money. The same goes for some other small things.

But it was these things.

After so many days, there was still an endless stream of people coming to trade.

Seeing the herdsmen treating these waste products as treasures, Peng Li couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority - mixed with disgust.

She shouldn't have been doing this kind of business, it was simply lowering her status.

But...

"Try this." While taking a break, a man wearing a merchant's leather armor but with a golden knife on his waist handed over a cup.

"Hmm... puff!"

Peng Li was bored, so she took it and drank it subconsciously, but it all came out: "What is this!"

"Milk, freshly squeezed." The man also held a cup in his hand, drinking it in big gulps, his face calm.

"Is this milk?" Peng Li looked at the half-full liquid in the cup, "Is it spoiled?"

It was indeed milky white.

But it was completely different from what she had drunk in the United City.

It was fishy and smelly.

"This is what it looks like when it's just squeezed out. I asked the herdsmen to cook it again." The man smacked his lips and pointed out two fingers, "The key is that it's cost-effective, 20 coins a bucket...cheaper than water in some places."

"I only know that the last time we went to the White Eyebrow Clan, they asked us to add honey, and you even have to buy it now." Peng Li snorted: "Zeng Jian, let me drink this stuff, I would rather drink water."

"Don't be willful," Zeng Jian, who was holding a knife, looked at her with a smile, "Everything here, we have to 'spend' money to buy."

Peng Li was speechless.

Of course she knew why.

Because only in this way...they are more like a normal caravan seeking supplies from the Shandi tribe, and have a reason to stay.

"Okay." Peng Li pinched her nose and drank the milk, then hiccuped, "So what have you found out in so many days?"

"This is the first time I've seen the president... He is so concerned about one thing."

The Merchant Guild has various chambers of commerce, each with its own president and boss.

However.

Whenever anyone in the upper echelons of the Merchant Guild is called "President" without any qualifier, they are referring to only one person.

——The general president of the Merchant Guild, Long En.

"After all, it is Lord Yamudu who is missing," Zeng Jian put down the cup, "Even if it is a dog you raise, you will still feel sad if it is lost after spending so much time on it... Although I feel there are other reasons, I can't be sure."

"This tribe is already the closest to the swamp, but I have secretly inquired around, and I haven't heard that any of our people have come out of the dense forest, let alone come to seek supplies."

"I'm afraid..."

Peng Li said, "Could it be that he went to the South United City, or the borderland in the north?"

"With Yamudu's personality, he won't." Zeng Jian said.

"What if he is desperate?" Peng Li asked.

"How is it possible..." Zeng Jian subconsciously wanted to refute - the bee man has never been forced into a desperate situation.

Among them, Yamudu is the most favored because of this.

In fact, quite a few people doubt it.

This bee man is not trained as a servant, but as Long En's own successor.

But he reacted quickly.

Compared with Yamudu being forced to flee in other directions, other possibilities are more desperate.

"Well... South United City has always been at odds with the president. The nobles there know Yamudu and will definitely find a way to detain him to threaten the president." Zeng Jian analyzed seriously, "The sand bandits in the border area will not make things difficult for us on the surface. They will just collect some tolls. But if it is the King of Sand, if he knows Yamudu's identity, he will probably blackmail him - no matter what, the news should have been reported back long ago."

As for the Holy Kingdom further north...

With Yamudu's bee race, he was killed on the spot by the Paladins before he even reached the border.

"It is possible to go to the Kingdom of Shek in the west. They have signed a trade agreement with us. If Yamudu enters the country, he may be escorted back, but..." Zeng Jian hesitated.

From common sense analysis, it should be like this.

However, he did not have the confidence to see through the rulers of the Kingdom of Shek.

At the meeting where the Shek Kingdom decided to cease fire with the United City... If the president hadn't pointed it out afterwards, the servants who had received the Shek delegation would not have known that the hornless man named Bayan in the corner was the main axis of the other party.

At that time, Yamudu said that it was fortunate that he was just a hornless man.

—— If he was an orthodox Shek warrior who was not discriminated against, or a nobleman of the United City, Long En would not let him live.

The president has always been like this for enemies who may threaten him.

So, Zeng Jian knew.

Going to the Shek Kingdom seems to be the safest, but it is actually full of variables.

Yamudu would not do this if he had a choice.

After analyzing it, the most likely to find his trace is the nomadic tribe in the Land of Flash... But, all the way here, they still found nothing.

"Could it be..."

Zeng Jian and Peng Li looked at each other and fell silent.

Did the bee man really die in the swamp?

"Let's look for it again." Peng Li sighed. After all, it was the president's mission and they couldn't return empty-handed. In addition, based on their own understanding, it was hard to believe such a result.

"Not good!"

At this moment, a scream interrupted the secret conversation of the Chamber of Commerce attendants.

The tribal tent, which had been quiet for several days, suddenly heard a panic:

"Sand, sand bandits..."

"Sand bandits are coming!"