Lord Wants To Be An Emperor

Aslan jumped off the carriage and saw Dortmund running towards him with four hooves.

“Aslan, you are finally here.” Duotlu was already strong, his whole body stood up, nearly three meters high, looking at Aslan, his head was completely down.

“Sorry! It has taken a lot of time to raise food and sell furs among the lords recently.” Aslan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Dottlu grabbed Aslan and put it on his back, then stepped on his four hoofs, and rushed into the City Lord Mansion of Wind City at a terrifying speed. There are already many representatives of the horse tribe, the prairie elves. Millie from here is also there, but they also have a male prairie elf this time.

Veretta and the others were blocked by the door, and Cú Chulainn was holding his elves long spear with a full face.

The half-elf Knights were very dissatisfied. They wanted to rush in and almost got into trouble.

Only then did Duotlu react to the people and let them enter the City Lord Mansion.

“You are all waiting outside.” Aslan gave them an order, but when passing by, he slapped Veretta’s butt in secret.

“I heard that Your Excellency Aslan’s business is done by Human Race. It is really a role model for my generation.”

Aslan looked towards the comer, secretly vigilant.

“In that case, I made all the hard money. The key is everyone’s help.”

“Don’t talk nonsense, Aslan is a friend of our horse tribe, I don’t talk to you elves Play with these fancy things.” Dortello took Aslan to sit down and put the frozen beef prepared in advance on the table, as well as the good mare kumiss.

Aslan is also welcome. He just woke up and was hungry, so he ate it with the ingredients. The prairie elves next to him were about to stare down.

Dottlu slowly moved aside, and a thin and old centaur sat opposite Aslan.

Aslan raises the croissant he has taken away, and raises it to the other party in greeting.

“Our prairie has encountered the biggest crisis in history.” The old man said directly.

Aslan put down the horse’s milk, and asked solemnly: “Is the locust plague?”

The old man is nodded, and the Northern Wind Prairie suffered from such a major event as the locust plague. You can get news by investigating.

“You need food, right? But didn’t you get a lot last time? It should last a while.” Aslan said puzzled.

“It is true, but our granary was attacked by the Ottoman kingdom five days ago. Despite trying our best to save it, we lost 2/3.”

The old man’s words made Aslan’s face serious.

“I will go back to dispense food immediately. There is no problem with the emergency, but if the quantity is too large, I am worried that Human Race will not buy it.”

“I understand this, I will let someone Arrange it, but do you really want everything?” The old man said still a little worried.

Aslan certainly nodded.

“By the way, I need Top Grade horses, not too many, as long as there are a few horses, but must is the best.”

I heard that Aslan wants a horse, the old man complexion slightly changed, especially the prairie elves, almost standing up.

“Is only a few horses enough?” the old man asked tentatively.

“Of course, now the human nobles have developed a new game called horse racing. The faster the horse is, the more valuable it is. It’s not my bossing. Some time ago, there was a Top Grade horse that was worth a thousand. More Gold Coin.” Aslan said with a look of longing.

The old man was moved when he heard that a war horse can sell for more than 1,000 Gold Coins.

a thousand gold coins equivalent to 10 million Copper Coin, but now the price of food is how much Copper Coin per catty is sold. It may be a lot more expensive to buy from foreign races and Human Race, but it can also Buy a lot of food.

“A horse can really sell a thousand gold coins.” The old man tentatively asked.

Aslan shook his head and said: “I just said the highest price. After all, the horses have to run, and they have to make a little hard work. After all, they are sent so far, and they have to go up and down. Master, I can only buy at this price at most.”

“Four hundred Gold Coin! This is too little.” The old man shook his head and said.

“It’s a lot. I have to take a lot of risks. If I can’t sell it, I have to pay for it myself.” Aslan said like a profiteer.

The old man also hesitated. If Aslan agreed directly, he would definitely suspect Aslan’s ulterior motives. Now that Aslan is not sharing profits, he can’t help but sighed in relief. At least it is certain that Aslan really Is a businessman.

“Also! Buy ten horses when you are asked. I only need five horses in the early stage. No, three horses are fine.” Aslan said with a careful plan.

The old man is more at ease, what use is there to buy war horses on such a small scale?

“Three horses are three! We harvested another batch of wool and exchanged it directly for grain. How are we going to change it?” the old man said directly.

Last time they only agreed to buy wool in the next transaction, not at all, to negotiate the price of wool.

Aslan subconsciously stretched out five fingers.

“What’s the ratio of five?” The old man wrinkled slightly frowned.

Aslan stretched out a finger. It was the first time he did this business. In his previous life, he directly conquered the Centaur tribe and raised sheep on a large scale.

“Five catties of wool for one catty of grain is fairly kind.” After seeing Aslan’s fingers, the old man was satisfied and nodded.

Aslan’s chin almost fell off. What he really meant was that five catties of grain were exchanged for one catty of wool. He was worried that the price would be too dark and would be rejected. If it weren’t for the situation in the northern wind prairie, he Both plan to buy with Gold Coin.

Seeing this price, Aslan is somewhat guilty, how much wool does the Centaur reserve.

“How much food are you going to change?”

“This time we shipped a million catties of wool, all of which were dried.” The old man said regretfully, as if luck was little. Up.

Aslan opened his mouth into an O shape, and stood up and asked, “How much wool is there in your tribe?”

The old man was embarrassed and looked towards the prairie elves next to him, The prairie elves also subconsciously avoided his eyes. After they learned that the centaur had stored wool for so many years, they were also shocked.

At the time, Millie said that she only sells wool but not sheep. She now doubts whether Melox Province can eat so much wool.

“What do you call Old Mister!” Aslan asked a deep breath.

Some old men said sorry: “old man Inzaghi is the elected representative of the tribes of the Centaur tribe.”

“How much wool do you have?”

Aslan Yufeng turned to ask.

Inzaghi was very ashamed and said: “I don’t know about other tribes, such as our tribe! We have raised 100,000 sheep this year, harvested twice a year, and can produce two to three hairs at a time. Jin.”

Aslan was immediately stunned. A tribe can produce fifty-sixty ten thousand catties of wool every year. He subconsciously asked, “Why do you raise that many sheep?”

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