Episode 48 13. Canteen #3(5)
The Dwarves were at a loss for words when they said that they would openly pay a high price for beer.
The same goes for Orin, who came as the representative of the delegation.
‘It’s absurd. You prepared it that way.’
Even if it’s not here, you can’t find it anywhere else.
Because I haven’t checked everything yet.
But the opponent came out too confident.
In other words, there is a high probability that it will be like what the other person said.
“What do you believe in? Beer is readily available everywhere.”
“Then you can go there and get it easily. There is no need to ask us.”
The guts were so good.
The Dwarves who came to the delegation began to roar all at once.
They lowered their voices and talked for a while.
After the opinions were gathered, the representative Orin made a voice.
“First we need to check. As you said, I’ll have to see if this is the only place I can get beer in this area right now. If there is any other place other than here, the loss is of course here. I would never trade like that.”
Rockefeller had no reason to lose it.
No matter what they do, the result will be the same.
“It’s easy to find out if what I’m saying is true or not. After all, time is on our side.”
Seeing this, the dwarven delegation had a strong feeling that for some reason they had no choice. Still, I thought there was no reason to trade with this bad place if you could get beer elsewhere.
As the dwarf delegation left, Priest Peter, who had not been involved in the conversation until now, merely watched, spoke to Rockefeller.
“I kept watching.”
Priest Peter had a confident face.
“I think it will be as you say. They have no choice.”
Rockefeller chuckled at that.
“They have no other option. How hard I tried not to give them other options.”
“right.”
“A few days at most.”
Rockefeller also spoke in a confident tone.
“You just have to wait a few days.”
It took less than a few days for the dwarf delegation that had left to go back after looking around the various estates including the Montefeltro estate.
The faces of the Dwarves who were seated at the negotiating table again were not very good.
After all, I had to spend a lot of money to get beer.
Rockefeller came back to the church and threw a horse at the Dwarf delegation who was sitting there with a poopy expression on his face.
“How did you make a decision?”
Orin with a rotten expression let out an incomprehensible sound.
It was the sound of a fire burning inside, and I didn’t even know it was leaking.
“Ugh… … I’m not running out of beer right now. There are still supplies from the Thunder Mountains.”
Orin’s eyes gleamed as if they were about to eat Rockefeller.
“But if the supply is exhausted, the war with the Redskins will not be able to continue. Because, as some say, we live by beer and die by beer.”
The words that followed were like lamentations.
“I’m a dwarf too, but this guy has a very dirty personality. I can’t control it without soothing it with real beer, and I don’t know why. What kind of beer he has.”
To the Dwarves, beer was like the water of life to the extent that there is a saying, ‘the curse of beer’.
One might ask if beer can be substituted for beer with other alcoholic beverages, such as wine or sugarcane rum, but just as a nation that only ate pork could suddenly not turn to beef.
For the Dwarves, beer was an indispensable thing that could not be replaced by anything.
“I will only ask you one thing.”
“Yes, anything.”
“We might change our mind and hit here, what do you think?”
If they were a vicious force, it would have been possible.
Because looting was also one of the many means to secure scarce supplies.
“If that had been the case in the first place, we wouldn’t have sent an envoy like this.”
“Can you be so sure?”
Rockefeller didn’t hesitate at all.
“Yes, of course.”
“How can you be so sure? Do you think we can’t even go to war because we’re afraid of you humans?”
Dwarves had a friendly relationship with humans.
Breaking such a friendly relationship and plundering something that doesn’t match their inclinations?
If they were orcs, I don’t know.
But it wasn’t a Dwarf.
Because among all races, they were vying for nobility after the elves.
Of course, it was said that even if his personality was crude and dirty, he would not commit evil deeds without a clear cause.
“It’s not, but you wouldn’t benefit from doing that. Over the years, Dwarves have developed friendly relations with humans. Is there any reason to mess with the Empire by touching this place? This land is not even a golden land.”
“Beer is enough. We are very addicted to beer.”
“If money can’t solve it, it might be enough. But if you have money, would you dare to do that? After all, you are the one who buys the necessary materials in gold from nearby places because everything is bothersome.”
“huh!”
“And I don’t think we’re going to be easily robbed just because we have that kind of thinking.”
Rockefeller then smiled.
“The Lord here has a lot of money. So this defense is very strong. You even bought a Wyvern this time to hire additional mercenaries. Then there’s even a wizard from a famous magic family. If you touch this place for nothing, you will only lose money. Rather, the Redskins who are confronting you would like it more.”
Hearing this, Orin, the representative of the delegation, had another question.
What the hell did the lord here do to make so much money?
It must be a marginalized edge in the empire.
“Come to think of it, the lord here even took a Wyvern… … .”
Where the hell did that money come from?
Perhaps?
“And build a large fortress near the border. Where the hell did all that money come from?”
Rockefeller’s answer to this was very simple and clear.
“It’s all a loan.”
“loan? You said it was all a loan?”
“Yes, what kind of talent did the lord in this outskirts have to have such money?”
Rockefeller spoke quickly so that the Dwarves in this place would not have any other doubts.
“It’s all borrowed from us at Carter Banco. It is a debt that must be repaid at some point.”
“haha… … .”
It was all debt.
“Here’s the lord. He was a very stupid guy. It’s not like we’re attacking, did we really have to?”
“Because you and the orcs were fighting so loudly outside the territory, the lord would not have had much of a choice. And even if the dwarves don’t cause trouble, the orcs don’t know either. In the first place, it is a race where looting is common, so in some cases, it may have reached this point and caused a problem. It was a preparation for that, so it cannot be said that our lord’s choice was necessarily bad.”
“That’s it… … What.”
During the conversation, Orin changed her mind.
The lord they spoke of was the one who was the owner of this land.
In that sense, there could be no problem for the lord who borrowed money from one banco.
“No. I was wrong. It wasn’t the lord who was foolish, it was you.”
Orin smiled mischievously.
“You didn’t think you could borrow so much money and get it back, did you? You are not a goblin bank, and with what skill are you planning to get your money back from the lord?”
Rockefeller scratched my cheek with one index finger.
‘That’s what you hear when you’re bored. How are you going to get the money you lent to the lord?’
“Everyone has an idea.”
Rockefeller continued.
“Like you guys were forced to rip us off. We all have plans.”
Orin’s expression rotted away.
I don’t know what his plans are, but seeing them rip off them, I thought it might be possible.
“Hey, think you’re lucky.”
Orin took a handful of Sovrin from his pocket and set it roughly on the table between them.
“If we didn’t have this kind of gold, this transaction would probably not have been possible!”
Even the filthy Dwarves seemed to have no choice but to face the precious beer.
Rockefeller and Priest Peter, who was nearby, smiled contentedly.
“Thank you for the transaction. I hope this deal will continue in the future, no matter what happens in the future.”
These words were said with the war of gold in mind, but Orin did not know the hidden meaning of those words.
Orin glared at Rockefeller with contempt.
“A filthy, filthy human. Was the money good enough?”
Despite the insulting remarks, Rockefeller didn’t seem to care at all.
“I wish you all the best in the future.”
“huh.”
Orin suddenly wondered about his name.
The opponent was still a young human boy, but somehow he felt like he should know.
“Okay, let’s hear your name. I am the quick-footed Orin of Thundermountain. You are following the thunderstorm.”
Speaking of thunder-breathing Dwarves, it was the Gold King and Grom Stark.
As a dwarf lord that spews lightning as his nickname suggests, he was described as a lord that was quite intimidating to everyone.
“My name?”
In order to establish a family that was recognized in the imperial society, it was good to spread its name like other noble families.
Even if it’s notorious.
“Rockefeller Ross Medici.”
“Los Medici? I’ve looked around, but this is the first family I’ve ever heard of.”
Even as a Dwarf, he knew about some of the famous families in the Empire.
However, it was the first time in my life that I heard the name of the Los Medici family.
“It is not yet a family. Because I am a commoner.”
“commons? What does that matter?”
“We have our own class. The commoners are under the nobility. So you can’t have a clan. Instead, you can have a family name.”
“Ah, that was it. He said that what he was doing was filthy.”
The imperial class system was not very important to him as a Dwarf.
What was important was the name of the man who gave them shit on this place today.
“Don’t forget that name, even the name of your family.”
It wasn’t a good memory, but it was quite interesting that the family’s name was known.
At this moment, Rockefeller was able to chew the cud again, a family motto that had been forgotten.
‘I said you don’t have to be respected by everyone. I’d rather become a demon and fear everyone.’
“You don’t even have to remember.”
Rockefeller’s next words were quite meaningful.
“You’ll hear it again someday.”
“You hear that bad name again? Heh, I’m going to wake up from sleep.”
“You will hardly ever hear my name or the names of my family on the bloody battlefield. We’re cowards, so we hate places like that. But you’ll hear quite a few of our names on this side.”
Because that was the road Rockefeller wanted to go.
“We specialize in this.”
Swindling the dwarves is excellent~!
Dominating!