In the dead of night, with the moonlight in the sky, a team of hundreds of people took advantage of the darkness and walked in the dark on the mountain path. They were lean and dressed simply, each carrying a round coarse cloth package on their backs, and a small number of them held weapons in their hands and looked around cautiously.
These were not bandits, but merchants from Aztlan. They centered on Tenochtitlan, the city in the lake, and traveled among the states of Aztlan to trade. There are many mountains in Aztlan and there are no pack animals, carriages or horses, so human pack transport is the only mode of transportation. In order to ensure the safety of goods, smart merchants would stay up day and night like this.
The people carrying the supplies were slaves, and the people holding weapons were warriors hired by the caravan. They were here to monitor the slaves' movements, and secondly, they served as guards for the caravan. The most conspicuous person among them is wearing a set of leopard skins, which is a status symbol of high-level warriors. This set of clothes alone is enough to dissuade most bandits.
The mountain road gradually became gentle, and soon the sea appeared in front. A group of people came to the beach. On the beach, there were already several ships waiting there in advance.
"As rumored, it can carry a large ship with more than 20 people. Mr. Pochitkartel, it seems that we have arrived."
The slaves were relieved and put down the heavy packages on their backs. To their surprise, the warrior wearing leopard skin actually ran to one of the slaves and grabbed the package from his back with both hands. The slave relaxed his shoulders, nodded to the leopard-skin warrior, and smiled approvingly.
It turns out that this slave named Pochitkartel is the real leader of the entire caravan. This is a truly smart businessman. When doing business, he never wears fancy clothes, but always hangs out with slaves. This disguise is said to have saved his life six times.
Several pirates came towards us. The leopard-skin warrior approached with a few people and whispered: "The caravan of Pochit Cartel has an appointment."
The pirates nodded and gestured sideways for them to board the ship. After half a day's work, all the goods carried by the porters were loaded onto the boat. So, the fleet sailed away from the beach and swam towards the depths of the sea.
Movaraniga.
Dots of firelight outlined the huge outline of the island in front of everyone from a long distance. A fort is being built on the island. When the merchants came ashore, they happened to see a huge stone half as tall as a man being lifted high into the air by a crane.
"I say, Master Querakiri is indeed a demigod." A warrior whispered, "We have probably entered the kingdom of gods."
"That would be great." said Pochitkartel. "Bringing some specialties back is not worth the risk I took to prepare this pile of goods."
After a while of waiting, the owner of the island appeared in front of everyone. She was a woman with a hot figure, but besides being charming, she also had a bit of warrior-like heroic spirit. She seemed to be thinking about something else, looking at the sky as she walked.
"Huh..." She let out a long sigh towards the sky, "Where is Uranus hiding?"
Pochicatel didn't understand what she was saying. Looking around, he found that it wasn't just him, but no one seemed to understand.
"The Supreme." A pirate who looked a little more elegant reminded from the side, "You can't complete the task given to you by the King of Sweden with your eyes. You'd better deal with these businessmen first and go back and use the Eye of Hermes to see Bar."
"Thank you, Ulf." Amy nodded apologetically to the member of the staff, and then looked at the guests under the seat, "Are you the one who said you wanted to trade?"
"Yes, but..." Pochitkartel asked tentatively, "Miss, is it possible to negotiate with you?"
"Why do you say that? Don't I look like a person in charge?"
"That's not the case, it's just that you feel like you lack a little... leadership qualities. You look more like a housekeeper than the owner here."
"You don't need to know so much. Your Majesty is not here, and I even have the power to control the three armies, not to mention a small trade negotiation." Amy said, "But I still have to remind you in advance that we only accept gold, not gold. Cocoa beans.”
"I've heard about it. Don't worry, I've prepared it in advance."
Pochicatel clapped his hands, and the porters opened the round packages on their backs. For a moment, golden light overflowed, and the contents of these coarse cloth packages were all gold.
Amy was so shocked that she woke up for several minutes. Wipe your eyes and take a closer look. These golds are not neat gold bars and nuggets, but gold jewelry with different postures and shapes. The degree of detail of the workmanship is also very different. It looks like it was torn from the necks of many different people. .
The porters poured all the gold ornaments together and piled them into a hill in front of Amy.
In the Old World, this amount of gold could probably buy a small kingdom directly.
"So much gold...where did you get it?"
"This is a specialty of Nicaragua. I heard that this place only accepts gold. When I passed through Nicaragua, I exchanged all the goods along the way for this. In addition, I mortgaged 80% of my assets and exchanged them all for gold. .That’s probably all there is.”
"80% of the assets are mortgaged." This sentence made Amy stick out her tongue. But I heard Pochitkartel continue to say: "Now, can you let us take a look at the goods-those legendary gems?"
Amy recovered from her surprise and clapped her hands to signal the pirates to bring up the glass beads. Pochitkartel picked one up, put it under the light and tasted it carefully:
"Crystal clear, flawless, the highest level of gemstone. Not jade, not green agate, not turquoise... Sure enough, as rumored, it is a brand new type of gemstone that is not available in Aztlan... What’s the name of this gem?”
"Usually we call it... Liuli."
"Liu Li." Pochicatel closed his eyes and savored the name for a while, then opened his eyes and asked, "Is this gem the blood of Quetzalcoatl?"
"?"
Amy didn't know why Pochette Cartel suddenly said this. Just as she was about to answer, Pochitkartel stretched out his hand to stop her: "No matter what the actual situation is, from today on, it is. How much stock do you have here? I want them all."
"Do you want them all?" Amy understood the meaning of the merchant's words and said directly, "Then you have to exchange it for the same weight of gold."
"The same weight of gold? Weight? No matter what kind of gold, as long as it is gold?"
Pochitkartel's question confused Amy: "Is there any problem? Regardless of weight? Are there many kinds of gold?"
"Of course, the problem is big. Look at these two." Pochitkartel held a gold chain as thick as a thumb in his left hand, and a gold chain as thin as a hair in his right hand. "The processing on the left hand is very rough. , ordinary craftsmen can easily do it. The one on the right requires careful carving by top craftsmen to complete. The weight of the one on the left is more than ten times that of the right, but the value of the one on the right is more than fifty times that of the left!"
(End of chapter)
