Chapter 546: Trade in the Southern Continent

Aiwass was a little surprised to see little Rabbih walking out with him.

He followed Aiwass obediently and silently, looking a little cautious.

Aiwass turned around and said, "Aren't you going to stay with your grandfather?"

"Not yet."

"Why? It's rare to find him back... Isn't that why you came to the Theocracy for this purpose?"

"Yes."

Little Rabbih had a serious face and spoke in Avalonian, which he was not very proficient in. "But grandpa has been rescued. He is safe. I want to thank my benefactor. This is more important."

As he spoke, he glanced at Aiwass and Sherlock with some concern, and emphasized: "Grandpa is not...a particularly cruel person."

The young troll wizard tried to defend his grandfather.

Aiwass didn't say anything, just smiled and was noncommittal.

Sherlock sneered: "Then can you tell me why he gave priority to cursing Zumaidi? Is it because Zumaidi is a curse master?"

"Yes...it's good that you understand."

The young troll wizard replied without hesitation: "The cursers are all descendants of sinners. Because filthy things are more poisonous."

Sherlock raised his head and met his gaze.

From Rabbih's clear eyes, he did not see any shame or remorse.

At least that's what the trolls really think.

This made what Sherlock originally wanted to say stuck in his throat, and he was a little stuck for a while.

Aiwass reached out and patted Sherlock on the shoulder, pulling his forward body back casually: "Every place has its own folk customs and traditions. Maybe we can't understand them, but at least we have to respect them.

"The status of curse masters is the lowest in the southern continent. Wizards can also use curses, but curse masters cannot use rituals."

Wizard is another translation of Conjurer, which is what people tend to call them in the South. The Curse Master is a name from the East. This is also the reason why the advanced profession of the Conjuration Mage is called the Grand Wizard.

"You are wise and prophetic. Dear Archbishop."

Little Rabbih made some strange gestures with his hands in front of him, and then bowed deeply: "Avalon is too developed, so I don't understand. Our tribe is very backward. There are very few smart people, and they are all guided by wizards.

"Curse masters are all sinners. They violated the [taboo], or killed or cannibalized people. There were also hostile tribes, and we defeated them. [Sin] will flow in their blood until the third generation. Their smell is bad. , wild beasts can smell their [sins], they can’t be hunters, no one needs them..."

Little Rabbih tried to explain.

He was dancing around and his body language was unusually rich.

But even so, there are still some words that he can't say in Avalonian and can only use Elvish instead.

Fortunately, both Aiwass and Sherlock are proficient in Elvish and can understand what he means.

That is to say, Lily is still obviously a bit stiff - her current Elvish language level is roughly equivalent to the foreign language level of a freshman who can barely pass CET-4. Daily reading is no problem, but high-speed conversations or some rare words may cause confusion.

Obviously, little Rabbih is much more proficient in the Elvish language than the Avalonian language. As a young troll who is only eighteen years old, he even masters two foreign languages ​​- this level of intelligence is already better than that of many Avalonians.

But out of respect for the three Aiwass, he still chose to speak in Avalonian as much as possible in front of Aiwass.

Sherlock also realized the courtesy and sincerity of the other party.

He sighed, raised his hand and patted the other party's shoulder. The little Rabbih also bent down very wisely and humbly, allowing Shylock to touch his shoulder without stepping on his feet.

"I know you're a good boy, Rabih..."

Sherlock patted his shoulder and said slowly: "But you don't have to care too much about our opinions and attitudes towards you. Unless you have something else to say to us; or unless we meet again in the future. reason."

Although he was one centimeter taller than Aiwass...but in front of Rabich, who was nearly three meters tall and whose arm muscles were thicker than Aiwass's thighs, he was still as young as a skinny child.

"gentlemen."

Little Rabbih did not remember Shylock's name, so he could only call him sir: "I respect the Avalonians very much, because you are the same as the elves. You are better than the Star Antimony people or the Iris people. The worst ones are those in white robes.”

"It seems that the Iris Kingdom does not allow the sale of trolls, right?"

Sherlock asked.

He was very interested in this - this is extremely rare first-hand information, which is far more accurate than reading books or papers. As the heir to a troll tribe, a smart troll who mastered many foreign languages ​​at a young age, the information he provided personally was far more accurate than those research reports written down by mere conjecture and reasoning.

Hearing this, little rabbih immediately became serious and even a little excited - he was not so excited when he mentioned those "white-robed men": "The Iris people will come to us to trade with us. But all transactions , It’s all unfair! It’s the same as the goblins—not as good as the goblins!”

"Elaborate."

Sherlock became interested and even took out his notebook from his arms: "What are the specific unfairnesses?"

"They exchanged soap, cloth, salt, wine, and herbs with us. There are also corn, cocoa, coffee. Some monsters' tusks and meat. But I know that the price is wrong!"

Little Rabbih gave an example: "One barrel of wine for five carts of coffee; one cart of salt for one cart of ivory!"

Sherlock frowned and wrote and drew.

He quickly calculated the price, and then looked at Aiwass with surprise and amazement.

"How much?"

Seeing his reaction, Aiwass leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"At least fifty times the profit, it's too scary," Sherlock whispered in Aiwas's ear, "No wonder... Iris has been squeezed like this by Star Antimony, but it can still hold on. It turns out that they are the richest."

So Sherlock raised his head: "Are the goblins also at this price?"

"Goblins... are less."

After saying this, Little Rabbi realized that his description was not very accurate, so he added: "Iris people are worse."

In other words, the profit of goblins is lower than that of Iris people.

"Then why don't you trade with goblins?"

Sherlock asked this casually.

But as soon as he asked it, he knew he had said something stupid - why not trade with goblins? It couldn't be simpler, because goblins have long deceived, robbed and sold trolls, and even squeezed the trolls' power back to the depths of the rainforest. The trolls have a deep hatred for the goblins.

It is precisely because Iris people will not buy troll slaves that they have a high reputation among the trolls. Many trolls are scrambling to do business with them, in fact, they hope that the Iris people will expand their power in the southern continent. It is best to drive out the Star Antimony people, the Parthians and the goblins.

... I didn't expect that the Iris people would be better at doing business than the goblins one day.

Aiwass also felt a little emotional.

Hearing this, Aiwass also understood what little Rabbih meant: "Do you want to... cooperate with the Avalon people?"

"The Avalon people are the best."

Little Rabbih said firmly: "It's almost the same as the elves! There are also elves' constraints... and the elves are the fairest."

There is nothing wrong with judging the elves... but you think too well of Avalon, kid.

Aiwass said in his heart, and Sherlock's expression was a little strange.

But little Rabbih really asked the right person.

Aiwass is now the president of Lloyd's, and he really has the final say.

Originally, Avalon refused to do business with foreign races due to the influence of the elves and the maintenance of the authoritarian path. Now that the ban has been lifted by Isabel, the goblins have come ashore to build railways...trade with the trolls is not a problem.

"War Song Tribe, right?"

"Beast Song Tribe."

Little Rabbih corrected.

"Okay, Beast Song Tribe - where are you in the southern continent?"

Aiwass said with a smile: "Although it may not look like it, I am Avalon's recognized business leader, Minister without Portfolio, Knight of the Inner Circle of the Round Table, Queen Isabel's first confidant, President of Lloyd's, future head of the founding family 'Moriarty', and heir to the Moriarty Group."

"And the future Prince of Avalon."

Sherlock nodded and added.

He stroked his chest with his right hand, and said with some pride, some pride, and some gnashing of teeth: "And I am his deputy."

"I am a secretary and an assistant secretary."

Aiwass emphasized: "You can communicate with him directly."

"Oh!"

Little Rabbih's eyes lit up immediately.

He half-knelt on the ground, stretched out his huge and fat hands and shook hands with Sherlock very sincerely: "Thank you very much! Welcome! Looking forward to it! Please come here, distinguished guest.

"We are, one of the largest tribes... Or the top three, or the top five. In the most central position... When your people come, just say my name. Rabbih of the Beast Song Tribe, my guest. Those small tribes dare not stop you."

Sherlock turned back and glared at Aiwas.

-You like to throw such troublesome things to me, right?

Aiwas responded with his eyes: Or give it to your brother?

-That's fine.

Sherlock guessed what Aiwas wanted to say.

He whispered to little Rabbih: "I will write to Avalon when I go back, and let the Privy Council Minister contact you directly... You should know the Privy Council Minister, right?"

"Oh, I know! Chief Hunter, or High Priest!"

Little Rabbih nodded repeatedly and said the two identities second only to the tribal leader: "The High Priest is my grandfather! He taught me everything I know!"