Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 147 - 114: Reassurance Pill_3

The result was, there was business to be made.

Transporting the iron ore to Sambia, the eventual selling price might be higher than in Komeer, and the taxes paid less, but the distance was relatively further, so the transportation costs naturally increased. The final profit was about the same.

However, transporting it to Komeer came with invisible benefits.

Compared to Sambia’s Merchants Alliance, the state system of the Komeer Kingdom was unified.

If one could take this opportunity to break into the ranks of the official suppliers, their Thousand Chief Trade Company would truly secure its footing. They couldn’t necessarily strut around the surroundings, but at least their sphere of influence would open up.

Having calculated this in his mind, Uncle Bede’s eyes nearly disappeared with delight as he patted his chest and assured, "Doing business with Brother Gaven is always a pleasure. Leave this matter to me. I guarantee that the name of your Blackwell Tribe will reach the ears of all Komeer people."

"What do I need such empty fame for?" Gaven said with a smile, "Earning big money quietly is the real deal. Aren’t you afraid of attracting even more merchants to Blackwell?"

With a proud face, Bede replied, "Even if I set aside my personal relationship with Brother Gaven, competing at the same starting point, I, Uncle Bede, am not afraid of them. I still have that much confidence."

"That I believe." Gaven was not merely flattering; Bede truly was a skilled merchant who only lacked a soaring opportunity because of his low birth and small beginnings.

"I’ve brought a portion of the money for the Harpy Eggs, twenty thousand pure Komeer Gold Lions. Have someone count it," Bede said, receiving the cash directly from Karasa.

In Felen, a Mage also went by the nickname "Lord Mage," synonymous with magnates and the wealthy. Their Mage Towers and the Giant Dragon’s Nest were equally renowned.

No way around it, magic goods and normal goods simply weren’t priced the same.

Even the most ordinary magic items started at hundreds of Gold Coins, and hiring a Mage for casting a first-level spell was impossible without two or three hundred Gold Coins—not to mention recruiting Magic Apprentices.

For a tribe like the Blackwell Gnolls, having a considerable number of spells to aid mining and daily tasks was unimaginable among humans.

This was another crucial reason Gaven chose to start with a monster race—their views on race differed.

Forget a Magician; even a human who had awakened spell-like abilities would invariably jack up their asking price.

Unlike here in Blackwell where a Gnoll with Dragon-seeking abilities was merely given special utilization, living as usual together with the ordinary Gnolls, sharing meals and accommodations. The wealth they created belonged to the collective ownership of the tribe. Gnolls who talked about salary and benefits were no good Gnolls.

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The knocking interrupted Gaven and Bede’s meeting.

The Dragon Blood Kobold, Carter, newly appointed to Gaven’s Honor Guard, came in to report, "Leader, there’s an unfamiliar human merchant outside making a fuss to see you. He’s very insistent. How should we handle this?"

Under Gaven’s subtle influence, the Blackwell Gnolls’ attitude towards humans, particularly human merchants, had greatly improved.

In their eyes, these were their grain carriers; they were very polite to all human merchants.

"Your merchants’ noses are better than dogs, able to smell opportunity from miles away," Gaven couldn’t help but joke with Bede.

Gaven knew fresh faces would soon be knocking on his door on their own, yet he didn’t expect it to be so soon.

"Normal." Bede didn’t show the slightest surprise, "Our Thousand Chief Commerce Assembly has been in and out of the Rocklands several times now. The quality iron ore from Blackwell has been shipped out in greater quantities each time. Even a fool could guess that an iron mine has appeared in the Rocklands; there’s simply no keeping it a secret. The fact that they’ve only come knocking now is already a grave oversight."