Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

Chapter 188 Trading at a Loss

So this is Archaon. Windlow finally saw the real person.

This guy is obviously an Imperial. He doesn't have the orange hair unique to the Norscans, nor does he have the fat face of the Norscans.

He looks like an ordinary imperial knight. If you take into account the aura he carries, he is at least a knight captain, and can at least reach the position of viscount in the empire.

You can tell from his appearance and demeanor that he is an extraordinary leader and will definitely invest in his plans.

Through simple judgment, Windlow predicted that there was an 80% chance that the deal could be done.

He climbed onto the carriage happily, and as the female ratman spread a layer of cloth on the ground, weapons and equipment were carefully placed on it.

"Just look and choose whatever you want."

They were indeed some good weapons, and Archaon knew this very well. If he bought them to equip his troops, he would be able to complete his plan more quickly.

Although he could pray to those four guys and obtain equipment from God, praying to God was not what he wanted to do at all.

Moreover, Norse soldiers are strong in offense but weak in defense. They can burst into rage during battle, and their melee ability and morale will improve over time, but they have no ability to resist damage.

Norse soldiers can also rely on physical strength to counter ranged damage, but a little more armor will obviously be more helpful.

In addition, there is a serious lack of resources on the Norse Peninsula, so being able to wear thick animal skins is already considered to have defensive capabilities. If one can wear steel protective gear and upgrade the armor to heavy armor, it will definitely be a great advantage in subsequent battles.

The Norsemen also did not have the ability to forge weapons, and an axe would often be passed down through three generations. This kind of thing could not cut through armor unless it was in the hands of a crazy berserker.

Good weapons and solid armor are what he needs.

But looking at the Imperial in front of him, Archaon, who was also of Imperial descent, stood up straight and took a comprehensive look at Windlow.

"You are from the Empire, so I ask you, what is your view of God?"

"God? Which god?"

This kind of question did not confuse Windlow. After all, he had been in business for so long and had seen basically all kinds of customers.

When doing business, some customers like to promote their values ​​and insist that you agree with their values. They may even say a lot of strange things. All you have to do is follow what the customers say one after another.

Although Archaon in front of him also has imperial blood, the main reason for his escape to the Norse Peninsula is definitely to kidnap the Archbishop of the Church of Sigmar, so he definitely does not like the gods of the Empire. So Windlow has already prepared what to say next.

"Your God, the so-called Supreme God."

"Oh, you mean Sigma, right? May he live long, that's all."

Such an answer did not seem to satisfy Archaon, but it did not arouse his anger. There were just many questions that he needed answers from the Imperials.

"What is your view of God? What is God to you?"

"The so-called God is nothing more than a collection of beliefs. You pray to whatever God you need. If your sincere prayers don't get a response, just change the God and continue praying."

This sentence seemed to hit upon something that Archaon was thinking about. He lowered his head in thought for a while, then raised his hand.

"I want everything, name your price."

A large number of weapons and equipment are not cheap, and unfortunately, Archaon does not have any cash to pay for them.

Unlike the Empire, Norse soldiers received almost no cash pay and were paid in kind.

The Norse tribes in the south used precious metals as a means of exchange, while the Norse tribes in the north used slaves as the common currency.

This was Mousse's old specialty. Of course the dark elves were able to accept slaves. He received all the slaves in a very skilled manner and gave Windlow a look, indicating that this was a good deal.

As a result, the latter looked confused. The Empire had abolished slavery 2400 years ago, and from Reikland to Nordland, no Imperial merchants had ever engaged in the slave trade.

The value is definitely beyond doubt. As a dark elf, Mousse will definitely not do business at a loss.

The value of the slaves Archaon paid must have been greater than the value of the weapons and equipment.

But for the merchants of the Empire, what they wanted was cash. What use were these slaves? Counting them, there were a total of 100 slaves, both men and women.

That's a hundred mouths to feed. How to feed these slaves is still a serious problem. Windlow, who has no experience in slave management, can only reluctantly accept slaves as a means of payment.

But how to buy and sell slaves is a matter that can only be handled by Mousse.

For Mousse, this was a huge profit. The one hundred slaves he bought and sold were of very good quality and could all be directly involved in bloody production.

In addition, there are both male and female slaves, and they can reproduce the next generation of slaves.

In the eyes of the dark elves, they prefer to treat humans as livestock that can be continuously bred to create endless value.

The goods have been cleared, the accounts have been settled, and there is no point in staying here any longer.

With more than a hundred slaves, Windlow set out on the road to the south. How to deal with this group of slaves with open mouths became his biggest concern.

Coincidentally, Izeshi, the high elf who was best at understanding people's hearts, immediately understood the problem in Windlo's mind.

Moreover, as a high elf, he naturally distrusts the dark elves and hates the slavery of the dark elves. He must find a way to disgust Mousse and not let the dark elves become more powerful.

They had already reached the south, and after satisfying the needs of all the slaves with one meal a day, the food reserves of the entire caravan immediately reached the dangerous red line.

Mousse looked to the west of the sea. In that direction was the land of the dark elves, an existence called Naggaroth.

As long as we return to Naggaroth and sell all these slaves, we can make a lot of money.

Go to the land of the dark elves? Sell slaves to them to increase their power? This is the last thing the high elves can accept and allow.

But this kind of thing cannot be said to her face, otherwise it will intensify the conflict between her and Mousse, so there is only one simplest and best way.

"Windlow, I think slavery is unreasonable and it doesn't make money."

This sentence perfectly hit the nail on the head for Windlow. As an imperial merchant, he had absolutely no experience in slave trading. The only time he had ever done that was when he watched Mousse sell Norse captives to dark elf slave masters.

"So what can you do to make use of these people? I can't feed a hundred mouths."