Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1422: 1394 The fool who rushes in

Chapter 1422 Chapter 1394. The fool who rushes in

For his nephew who felt very good about himself, Molnar sighed, but still nodded.

"Yes, Sillerton is right. Your tax rate is very low. It was our accountant who calculated it in the first place."

Tax avoidance is possible, but for an industry like dwarf banking, you can't just replace the legal person with a human just because you want to avoid taxes, right?

So they have to pay every penny.

"But having said that," Lan En touched his chin, "Is this equivalent to the fact that all the money for the war with the Scoia'tael is borne by the non-human race? This doesn't surprise me too much."

"But a meeting of a group of warlocks has nothing to do with the kingdom's taxation, right?"

"Of course the gathering of warlocks can't talk about taxes." Molnar added some wine to his glass.

"But after the meeting, the joint decisions of the warlocks can always affect the northern border, and even the world. The aftermath will not only affect tax rates, but also agricultural product prices, land prices, etc."

"Right now, I really hope that the opinions of the great mages at the assembly can prevent certain things from happening. For example, if it can curb the skyrocketing prices, I will be overjoyed!"

Molnar looked at Yennefer when he said this, because this sorceress was one of the protagonists of the gathering of sorcerers not long after.

She is the youngest member of the Supreme Council of Warlocks.

That is, one of the so-called ‘great mages at the gathering’ in Molnar’s mouth.

"Tell me more details."

Yennefer leaned back in her chair.

"Well, as Lan En said." Molnar nodded to the witcher on the chair, "I have been in this industry for many years, Yennefer. I can see from price fluctuations and other seemingly unrelated things. events and see deep connections.”

"For example, the value of jewelry has skyrocketed recently because demand has become so high."

"Don't look at me! In the past, in order to avoid exchange rate and currency value fluctuations, our bank did purchase jewelry and gemstones in bulk. But this time."

Molnar's expression became deep and serious, and Sileden, who also came from the banking industry, even though it was the first time he heard the news, his eyes slowly widened despite his original professionalism.

"Gemstones have one advantage." Molnar seemed to change the subject. "It is light and small."

"A bag of diamonds only weighs a few ounces and can be easily carried in a pocket, but it is worth fifty marks. And what about the equivalent gold coins? That's twenty-five pounds! It has to be carried on your shoulders!"

"When escaping or moving, this is a big advantage, friends." Molnar said meaningfully, "Compared to a large bag of gold coins, a small bag of diamonds allows you to hold your wife and children in one hand, With a sword, the difference is huge.”

"Isn't it too early to start talking about escaping?" Ye Naifa said without changing her expression, "Where can I escape to?"

"Kevir, Powis or Humphers, because they are far away and they are neutral countries, they have good relations with Nilfgaard."

"Let's be honest, Molnar." Lan En also smiled when he heard this, "What other things have increased in price? What does the price increase of this kind of thing have to do with it?"

"Boat."

"." Lan En was silent at first, then seemed to have figured out something in an instant, and frowned fiercely, "What did you say?"

"Ship," the dwarf banker repeated.

"All the shipwrights in the coastal area are busy building ships. This is an order placed by King Foltest's quartermaster. They are generous and new orders are constantly being added."

"If you have spare money, Yennefer and Lann, use it to invest in the shipbuilding industry. It is a gold mine! You can build ships with bark and reeds, and then sell them to the military at the price of high-grade pine sailboats. As long as the profit is shared equally with the Quartermaster."

"This is no joke, Molnar." Lan En straightened up from the wall he was leaning against, "What exactly is going on?"

Ciri raised her head, somewhat surprised by Lan En's sudden seriousness.

"Those ships were all shipped to the south." Molnar looked at the ceiling and said absently. "As you can imagine, it was not because the army started to want to fish, so it bought ships on a large scale."

"I heard that those ships were transported to the Soden and Brugg areas and were hidden in the woods. Officers and soldiers were practicing boarding and fighting. Of course, it's just practice at the moment."

"Dor Angora." Lan En whispered the name of the place almost immediately after Molnar finished speaking. "Indeed, this is the only place."

Yennefer could barely keep up with Lan En's thoughts before. There was a big gap in their thinking speed. At the same time, there was a huge intelligence gap between the sorceress and the dwarf banker.

So in conversations, she, who is always strong, is actually more passive.

But Lan En understood many things from the words provided by Molnar almost instantly.

"The Yaruga River is entering its dry season. By then, in Dole Angola, with the help of a small amount of equipment, it will be easy to travel between the north and south banks."

"More importantly, the ships brought here can supply Lyria and Aedirn so this is a joint military operation?"

In a few words, Lan En had roughly guessed the direction of the matter.

But this trend is not optimistic. Lan En did not have any more information about Nilfgaard, but he knew that now even a dwarf banker could vaguely see the clues of the matter, so it was better not to have too high expectations for confidentiality.

The witcher ground his molars and pinched his forehead with the hand that wasn't holding the wine glass.

"Luckily for the four idiots who rushed in, they didn't want to cause trouble in the Brokleon Forest along the way, otherwise they would have been troubled halfway!"

"Let's just pretend we don't know who these 'four idiots' you are talking about are." Molnar said tacitly, and raised his glass to Lan En with admiration, "That's what you are talking about. Only a great nobleman has the status to dare to say such things.”

"Brockleon?" As a sorceress, Yennefer noticed another point in Lan En's mouth, "What happened to the dryads?"

Ciri also looked at the witchers curiously. She still remembered that the first time she met the witchers was in the vast and boundless primeval forest.

But at that time, she only remembered that the situation of the dryads seemed not to be optimistic. Why, at this moment, Lan En's mouth felt a little...

The witcher put his hand on Ciri's head to prevent her from showing any special expression because of the place name.

He said to Yennefer: "I have talked with Eisna, the Silver-eyed Queen of the Dryads, several times, and we have helped each other. All I can say is, whoever wants to mess with her, I will treat that person The ending is not optimistic.”

The demon hunter thought about it again, the ancient deer-headed spirit that entered the New World through [Random Teleportation], and then was suppressed back to the Broklon Forest by himself and Eisna with unimaginable vitality.

That is a huge vitality that makes the ancient deer-headed spirit become more difficult to deal with than the ancient dragon of the New World.

And that vitality became the 'gift' he asked [Queen of Silver Eyes] to take action across the world.

The life force now should still be in Aisna's hands, or stored in the tree spirit's city, Duan Kanal.

Esna's essence is the earth **** of Brokleon. She should have been able to just sit back and watch in the face of the decline of the forest, and continue to decline along with the forest.

But back then, when Ciri was in a hypnotic state, Eisna saw the prophecy from the girl through [Ancient Blood].

As well as the huge vitality that Lan En personally sent to him, the demon hunter was convinced that the land **** of the great forest, the [Silver Eyed Queen] of the dryads, was not the only one who could go down the path of 'decline'. .

But among them, the negotiations between Lan En, Ciri and Broccolion, and the subsequent cooperation between Lan En and Eisna are too tortuous to say the least.

So the witcher just mentioned it a little bit, and then said no more.

In fact, he was still thinking about whether to send the plants brought over from the New World for experimental cultivation to Broccolion for cultivation and observation.

With Esna, the land god, watching over her, there should be no need to worry about the dangers of casual biological invasions, and the vitality of the Brokleon Forest is also very strong.

Perhaps plants from the New World could complement and promote the enchanted forest of the magical Middle Ages.

"It seems that in this meeting, there are indeed many opinions that need to be agreed upon before we can start mediation with the countries in the north."

Lan En shook his head and muttered with a headache.

A widely involved joint military operation among the northern countries would be difficult to carry out without the support of the warlocks.

Therefore, Lan En is currently focusing his main energy on the meeting in the near future, hoping to use the consensus reached by the entire warlock group at the meeting to put pressure on the restless kings.

Of course he had enmity with Nilfgaard. Whether it was personal grudges, Ciri's life experience, or his disgust with slavery, it was impossible for him to get along well with the southern empire.

But don’t you think carefully before taking action? Don’t we just ‘build walls high and store grain widely’?

Just cover your head and force yourself to do it?

You're going to go up and hit me hard because you're scratching your neck? !

Even though Lan En boasts that he has met some stupid nobles and incompetent kings, the cultural environment he grew up in does not have the slightest awe or beautification filter for the so-called 'aristocratic class'.

I just think this is a group of ordinary people.

But he still felt incredible about the eagerness for quick success and the childishness of taking things for granted among the kings in this magical Middle Ages.

But it’s too out of line to say this now.

The best chance to stop their impulsiveness is the warlock gathering. Lan En plans to communicate with Henry Gedimitis and Tisaya at the meeting to at least win the support of these two most important warlocks among humans.

The rest is easy to talk about.

Seeing that Lan En's eyes were already revealing his thoughts, even though Molnar had roughly learned about the first demon hunter who became a great noble in history from his nephew, he was still surprised by the other person's thinking speed. Have a keen sense of the situation.

He only told some sporadic intelligence data, and then Lan En spoke immediately after him, directly guessing the key location that he had not yet mentioned!

This kind of decisive and confident foresight. To put it bluntly, Molnar has only seen it in wizards who claim to have prophetic abilities.

Of course, if there is one out of a hundred such people who really has the power of prophecy, then Molnar will be in high esteem.

"Okay, now that we're done talking about the data and the information on the graphs"

Yennefer turned her gaze from Lan En, who was thinking, back to the dwarf banker.

"I need your help with something, Molnar."