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Seeing that Beta didn't want the Grusons, Amanda just smiled, understanding.

Although the Grusons generally possessed powerful fighting strength, they were notoriously capricious. They often reneged on things that had been agreed upon the next day.

Their reputation was quite bad, but their powerful fighting ability made up for this shortcoming. Therefore, they would serve as guards in many caravans. At the same time, they were a rather contradictory race. Although they liked to go back on their word, they were unusually persistent when it came to fighting. As long as an enemy appeared, they would fight until the enemy died or they couldn't move themselves.

Their contradictory personalities caused other races to have mixed opinions about them. Many people would hire them as guards for merchant caravans and bind them with heavy contracts. Even so, they still liked to break the promises they made not long ago.

Thus, many people didn't like the Grusons appearing in caravans.

Considering that his clients also had this tendency, Amanda flipped through his thick records, then closed it. "There are currently thirteen caravans that are suitable for you. Sir, you need to hear about their situation."

Generally speaking, caravans that needed their own were already on the verge of bankruptcy. Otherwise, they would have their own problems. So sometimes buying a caravan or just buying a troublemaker.

Beta tapped the table and said, "Introduce me to one. I trust your professional judgment."

Amanda thought for a moment and said, "How about the Black-Tailed Scorpion caravan?"

"Black-Tailed Scorpion?" Beta's eyebrows twitched slightly. "That name sounds impressive."

Amanda smiled. "The Black-Tailed Scorpion caravan currently has 53 people, and every one of them is a veteran traveling merchant. They also don't have any previous records. I think they should be very suitable for your caravan. "

Shirley was curious. "Since they're all experienced traveling merchants, they should be able to make a profit. Why are they in such a hurry to sell the caravan?"

"Because they're very unlucky," Amanda said with a sigh. "They encountered three accidents in a row. The first time was a flash flood that blocked the road for nearly a month. By the time they reached their destination, the market had already passed. They could only sell their goods at low prices and lost a lot of money.

"The second time was when we encountered bandits, most likely soldiers in disguise." Amanda sighed deeply, as if feeling sorry for the merchant group. "There were too many of them. They couldn't fight back. Thankfully, the mysterious army only took their goods and didn't kill them."

"The third time is even more laughable. They were transporting the precious Glimmering Fish meat through the desert. As long as this business was successful, not only would they be able to recoup their losses, they would even have a slight surplus. Unfortunately … "

"Another robbery?" Shirley asked.

Amanda shook her head. "There was a tornado, and they were all blown away. But miraculously, they were all fine. At most, they suffered some minor injuries. But the goods and the donkey cart were all gone. The route they took was near the edge of the desert. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any whirlwinds there. "

Shirley let out a soft sigh, "He really is unlucky."

"The Black Tailed Scorpion Merchant Group that was doing quite well has become a bankrupt merchant group just like that." Amanda smiled bitterly. "Also, because they've been unlucky three times in a row, no one dares to buy them, even though they had a good business record."

"If they're so unlucky, why did you introduce them to us?" Shirley was confused. "We're not afraid of bad luck, but it's not a happy thing to get involved with it."

Even on Earth in the information age, humans were extremely wary of something as mysterious as bad luck. Not to mention that in this world of magic, there was such a thing as fate. No one wanted to get involved with bad luck.

"No, they're just unlucky," Amanda said confidently, "This has nothing to do with bad luck. I can guarantee that."

Shirley was amused. "You don't know magic, and you don't have divinity. How can you be so sure that they're not haunted by bad luck?"

"I don't know, but we have professionals to evaluate them." Amanda bowed slightly to Shirley. "Madam, please don't worry. We definitely won't lie about this."

Madam! This word was extremely attractive to Shirley. After hearing Amanda's words, she immediately smiled and didn't refute anything.

A professional! Beta had a bad feeling when he heard this word. After all, this word had changed on Earth.

"Since you admire them so much, tell me how they do it." Beta took out a gold coin from his Backpack and flicked it on the table. "If you can take us there and act as a middleman, this gold coin is yours."

With a swish, the gold coin that had just fallen on the table disappeared. Amanda's hand speed was as fast as a professional's. After receiving the gold coin, she smiled. "You're truly generous. Please follow me."

About ten minutes later, Amanda brought Beta and the others to a mansion near the northern part of the city.

On their way, Beta found that the spies who had been watching him had followed them. But they behaved very professionally. If Joan Of Arc hadn't been watching them from the sky, even Beta would've treated them as ordinary people.

However, they still didn't show any hostility. Beta just let them be and focused on the building in front of him.

Not much different from the other mansions in the city, this building was also built with white rocks. The glossy wall reflected a cold light under the winter sun.

There was no one in the garden, only weeds. It was obvious that this house hadn't been cleaned for a while.

Amanda walked to the door and rang the bell. Soon, a middle-aged man whose hair was almost all white walked out.

His face was full of vicissitudes. Although his clothes looked fancy, he didn't look good. He was clearly dispirited and depressed.

Seeing Amanda, the middle-aged man forced a bitter smile. "Long time no see, Amanda."

"Long time no see, Uncle Chad." Amanda smiled at the middle-aged man. "I've brought you a noble who's willing to join your caravan. You can talk. I'll listen from the side. If you need anything, I can help. "

Chad, who was rather depressed, was much more spirited after hearing that. He quickly walked to Beta and greeted him like a commoner greeting a noble. Then he said, "Thank you for coming to my house, sir. Please come in. We can have lunch and talk."

The middle-aged man glanced at Shirley and Jessica at the same time, before he was stunned.

However, he knew his place. He only looked at them briefly before he moved his eyes away from Shirley's face.

Then, he led them into the small white building.

The living room was simple. The floor was paved with white bricks. There used to be precious animal hide carpets here, but they had been pawned because the owner was short of money.

After they sat down in the living room, a plain-looking maid came out with fruit wine and some simple pastries.

Chad said with a solemn expression, "Sir, madam, I'm sorry. I know these things don't match your status, but this is the best food I can offer right now. "

"It's fine," Beta said nonchalantly. "We're here to talk business, not eat."

Shirley, on the other hand, picked up a pastry and handed it to Jessica.

Chad sighed. "Thank you for your understanding, sir."

"Alright, Uncle Chad," Amanda said from the side. "There's no need to be so polite. The noble lord is very busy. Hurry up and tell me your conditions. "

"Alright." Chad looked at Beta. After a pause, he said, "Our caravan still has the same number of people as before. We also know how to do business. The only problem we're facing now is the lack of money. As long as we have money, our caravan can be reborn. How do you want to buy our caravan? It's definitely a good deal. "

Beta nodded. "Amanda told me all that. I just want to know how much money you want for your caravan. Or what other conditions do you need? "

"I do have two conditions." Chad glanced at Beta. Seeing that he didn't show any signs of anger, he continued, "First, I must still be the manager of the Black-Tailed Scorpion Caravan. Second, you cannot interfere with our business. "

Beta was taken aback. Then he smiled. "You mean, I have to spend money to buy a boss?"

"Of course not." Chad explained, "It's because the market for goods in the traveling merchant industry is ever-changing. If you're good at business, you should understand what I mean. I hope that the caravan can make its own decisions. Of course, all the money it earns will belong to you. That won't change. "

Beta thought for a moment and asked, "You can't give in? I need a caravan that will listen to my orders. Making money is secondary. "

Chad shook his head and sighed. "The Black-Tailed Scorpion is like my child. If I can't make decisions, I'd rather have the Black-Tailed Scorpion Caravan disappear."

Amanda said anxiously, "Uncle Chad, are you stupid? This nobleman doesn't care about your misfortune, but you're complaining about it? If this goes on, when will you be able to sell your caravan? You owe him a lot. "

Chad looked a little disappointed, but he still shook his head. "My conditions won't change."

Amanda was so angry that he wanted to say something, but Beta stood up. "If that's the case, then forget it. I'll go see the others. Amanda, take me to the other merchants. "

With a long sigh, Amanda stood up, looked at Chad helplessly, turned around and took Beta away.