Chapter 26 Three Thousand Cubic Meters of Timber

The next day, he woke up in the shouts of the knights.

What happened?

Sherman was sleepy with eyes half-closed. He put on his pajamas and walked to the window to watch.

It turned out that the knights were doing morning exercises, and the servant next to them was talking to Simon.

Simon kept nodding as if he was apologizing.

The servant looked embarrassed and pointed in the direction of Sherman's bedroom.

Seeing that the curtain of the master's bedroom had been opened, the servant was instantly nervous.

Sherman rang the bell and the clothes were immediately brought here.

The breakfast was served when Sherman sat down at the table.

Simon and the other knights also finished their morning exercise.

"You got up very early."

Sherman just mentioned it simply. He didn't expect Simon to apologize.

"I'm sorry to wake up Marquis."

"No, I just woke up."

When the convoy was about to leave, someone stopped them with a smile.

"Marquis, can we talk?"

The man was so arrogant that he didn't even care about the knights who stopped him.

Sherman lifted the curtain and smiled politely, "Mr. Castellan."

"Get off to have a chat? I just want to take up some of your time."

Castellan gave a cunning smile. Sherman instinctively wanted to refuse.

But on second thought, he agreed, "Then let's talk."

Obviously, Castellan was well prepared. Sherman was taken to a pub as soon as he got off the car.

There were only two of them in this big pub.

"Well, are you interested in purchasing a batch of timber?"

Castellan looked at Sherman with expectation, "I will give you a discount."

Someone brought a cup of tea.

Timber?

Sherman took a sip of tea. It was good.

"What kind of timber?"

"It's very common oak logs, but there are a lot of them."

"How many cubic meters?"

"Three thousand cubic meters. I'll offer seven gold coins to one cubic meter."

Castellan smiled and told Sherman the price they had prepared.

Sherman smiled back and began to drink tea.

The price was extorting.

The good oak was only fifteen gold coins per cubic meter. The ordinary oak was usually sold for six to eight gold coins per cubic meter. It was not too much to give such a large amount for four gold coins per cubic meter.

He was not in a hurry.

The oak timber was good. If there was no false moisture mixed in, he was really willing to purchase it at a low price and use it in the construction of the thorny swamp.

"Well, it seems that I still can't deceive you. According to the level, this batch of timber can be sold for seven gold coins a cubic meter, and I will give you five gold coins and sixty silver coins a cubic meter. What do you think?"

"Three thousand cubic meters. Now there is no place for us to digest this batch of woods."

Sherman said casually.

It was not worth it to transport them too far away.

Within the scope of assurance of revenue, except for Sherman, there was no place to digest the three thousand cubic meters of oak.

Castellan sighed, "It took us a lot of effort to raise this batch of timber. Five gold coins and sixty silver coins per cubic meter is already cheap."

The price of five gold coins and sixty silver coins per cubic meter was still a little high.

"Five gold coins and ten silver coins per cubic meter. I'll have someone examine them. If they are all qualified, I'll take them all. What do you think?"

Five gold coins and ten silver coins per cubic meter.

It was slightly lower than expected, but not bad.

It would be better to trade all the woods to Sherman directly than not sell it all.

Castellan added, "You'll pay for the carriage."

This time, Sherman agreed without hesitation, "I will arrange for people to examine the goods as soon as possible. If this timber is of good quality, I will ask them to settle the payment directly to you."

"It's okay. I believe in your credibility."

Sherman had never been in debt and refused to pay the money. At most, it would be delayed because of poor turnover.

It was just fifteen thousand and three hundred gold coins, which was more than one percent of the money that Sherman had been blackmailed.

"By the way, I heard that you and Your Highness Saintess are getting married. Should I wish you a happy marriage in advance? I don't have any wedding gift now."

Castellan asked Sherman half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Sherman replied with a fake smile, "It's still early. It doesn't have to be urgent."

Castellan smiled with wrinkles on his face, "Let's go. I'll drive you out of the city."

Sinard was concentrating on the two magic books in the car, not noticing that Sherman had come back.

This made him feel much more relaxed.

Feeling that the carriage began to move, Sinard raised her head from the book and said, "You're back."

"Yes, you can continue to read. I won't disturb you."

It was almost the end of the month. This time, the senior leaders had to rush to the thorny swamp to report.

Sherman had several senior managers who were in charge of different departments.

It was almost the end of the month, and it was time to report the revenue of all the regions.

It seemed that it was necessary to build a big conference hall when they got back.

It was convenient for him to make decisions or normal meetings.

It could be built within the center circle of the divine tree.

The road was full of government roads, and Sherman's changed carriage was still low profile.

It was because the knight was quite eye-catching.

Since Sinard had something she liked more, she didn't bother Sherman all the time. She asked Sherman to have a look at the marsh classification in the book of biology.

The fish monsters in the swamp didn't look very strong.

They could hide underground, so it was difficult for ordinary people to defend them. But Sherman had other methods.

It was easy to kill them.

Most of them existed as tribes. If they wanted to completely kill them, they could find their tribe and destroy it.

The magical fish monster was very difficult to deal with.

It was a very special magic mutant. They were born to be proficient in water magic. Although it was a single type, their handy use would also break through this limitation.

Who couldn't pretend?

The good news was that they were easy to be found and solved.

As long as he didn't encounter any magic mutants above the level of grand mage, it's easy to deal with them.

Sherman didn't want to encounter any difficult dark mutants.

They were half-human beings, proficient in magic and unpredictable, and good at fighting.

It was recorded in the book that if dark mutants gathered, the best choice was to temporarily avoid them.

However, dark mutants were most likely to appear in the swamp.

Putting down the book, Sherman rubbed between his eyebrows.

After a series of journeys, they had approached the target market.

When they came here, the goods became slaves.

They were chained and sold at a good price. They were deprived of almost all their rights.

He didn't know where can got so many slaves.

Sherman intended to take them back and give them the identity of the citizen.

There was no slave in his territory, and he didn't need to exploit these people.

They all had their rights.

"I'm almost there. Sinard, wait for me at the hotel outside."

"Why?"

Sinard stared at Sherman with her green eyes.

"Knights are so eye-catching, and there is a great risk for them to appear here."

Sherman explained patiently, "If you show up here, you and I will be in danger. So you stay here and wait for me."

Sinard pouted and agreed.