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Tearmoon Empire Story - Chapter 395

Published at 22nd of October 2021 09:35:08 AM


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southeast of the Tiermoon Empire...... there was a huge port ahead through a small group of nations.

The independent port city of St. Valene is a port of peace proud of the Holy Duchy of Verga.

Once intervened over harbour rights and against contested neighbouring countries, Verga took over the land as its own territory. On top of that, it was open to all merchants in neighbouring countries.

Furthermore, it will give voice to several chambers of commerce, form a commercial union and entrust that union with everything, such as the development of the infrastructure of ports and towns. All Velga has is in the name of "the country that shelters the land is its own". As far as substantial benefits were concerned, they laid down a system that neighbouring countries could enjoy jointly.

Initially, there was constant dissatisfaction from neighbouring countries. Because every country had a monopoly on profits. But those countries, too, will eventually hold their mouths before the benefits of the harbor.

It was a blessing enough that commerce would become active. Instead, if we bring in a city that produces gold, it will necessarily be targeted by other countries, and its defense will cost us.

If so, it was clear, rather, that it would have been gained if it had been kept as a jointly available port.

The port of peace thus born is now known as the most glamorous place of commerce on the continent, the paradise of merchants.

In that gigantic port, Marco Forklord sighed as he looked up at the Golden Gospel (Auro Vengero), a large merchant ship of his own Chamber of Commerce.

"I didn't mean for this to happen..."

The destination of the travelling ship is far beyond the sea, a country with abundant wheat harvests.

It was based on a contract with the Empress of the Tiermoon Empire.

"He's horrible. Did His Royal Highness expect this to happen today..."

I remember the face of Meer Luna Tiermoon, the princess whose daughter made the friendship, with an unexpected bitter laugh.

"Damn, Chloe... what a friendship you have made..."

"Oh, this is Lord Marco of the Fork Road Chamber of Commerce"

Marco looks up as the lid speaks to him. And, when did you do it, there was one man standing in front of you.

Under his nose, a man characterized by a curly moustache and a well-rounded, protruding belly…, Marco knew well about the man who never laughed from his core, even with a loving grin.

"This, Lord Shalok... Long time no see."

The man's name is Sharoke Cornrogue. He is a major merchant wholesale goods to countries on a wide continent.

There is a wide variety of products to deal with. From silk textiles to weapons, including food. Sell anything that's going to make money.

Marco wasn't good at that thorough attitude.

As a merchant, that chill is overwhelmingly correct, nor can he have that chill himself..., because he knew very well...

But......, that's already in the past too. Because Marco met...

Something more glorious than righteousness as a merchant and......

- That's a strange thing..., something that inspired my sense of inferiority every time I looked at him...

Marco shook his head, smiling bitterly.

"Hehe, you'll see. I guess I can't stop laughing. When you started transporting wheat overseas, I thought it was stupid... Now, that wheat is three times stronger than the purchase value. What do you say? I feel like paying back the people who made fun of me..."

Marco shrugged her shoulders and showed Shalok laughing as she stroked her moustache.

"I appreciate you saying that, but we already have a price for what we imported the other day."

"Huh? Is that a contract with the Empire's wisdom?

Shalok said with a translator's face.

"Where, take that...?

"Ha, hey. If you keep your ears clear, you can hear rumors from anywhere."

For merchants, information is an important weapon. Thus Marco had only spoken of the contract he had with Meer to the minimum number of people required….

Often, after falling into thought, Marco gave up and sighed.

"Well, you also need to dare hide it. Exactly, by contract with Her Royal Highness Princess Meer."

"You think I'm keeping that to discipline?

"Whatever. The covenant is sacred to the merchant. No way, do you think it's torn?

"There will be as many ways. For example, selling in a country that buys you higher than the Empire and putting the Empire behind you..."

Marco asks with a slight anger, unusual for him to be warm.

"No way, you didn't mean it, did you?

"Seriously, too. Instead, isn't that what merchants do? If there is a way to obtain more money, use all wisdom and squeeze through the gaps in the covenant. Keeping the contract is just because it will be longer and more profitable. The soaring price of wheat caused by last year's inaction, failing to take advantage of it is the famous break of a merchant. Even the battle to burn down the entire continent will be the seed of commerce, sworn allegiance to gold and our merchants."

Sharok to be good at. Marco, who once even had envy for him, shames himself in the past. I wonder what I've been looking at...

"Oh man......, I can't seem to talk to you very well. Lord Sharoke, I hope your business is going well."

"Absolutely, I hope so."

Shalok grinned darkly at Marco, returning his heel.




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