This time they hired the soldiers Derek had left behind in Watchcity.

And with Derek's custom goods.

When he saw Derek again, Vincent was surprised.

"Derek Knight, what do you order so much grain and iron for?"

Since Derek paid half the deposit in advance, Vincent certainly wasn't going to turn down the deal.

On the contrary, the caravan carried more goods, and the profit increased by at least 30%.

"Vincent, my old friend, is there any business you would refuse?

Don't ask too many questions, these are not sensitive goods."

Derek's story, and Vincent's boss accepted it.

In fact, grain and iron, also need a certain threshold.

But there were people behind the goat caravan, so it wasn't a problem for them.

And through this cover-up, Derek's presence will be imperceptible to outsiders.

As for being exposed to the goat caravan, don't forget where this is.

They do business with a little bit of danger, and in the mountains... It is the mountain people who control the resources.

So Vincent wisely shut up, the last time in the Watchcity two people missed, now meet is to have a good chat.

Without competition, that little gap immediately disappears.

Even if Derek's demand increases further, he will become a big customer of goat business.

As for what Derek does, screw him.

At least 50% of the profit, the man behind Vincent dares to hang his own head in the noose.

The two men talked face to face, and Derek sold high-quality weapons and half-armour from the South, while ordering some inferior horses, grain, iron, and other resources.

Vinson looked at the weapon, thought it was good quality, the price was much lower than the market, and could be resold at a large profit.

"Give me twenty half-armories, a hundred iron swords, and three hundred spearheads."

Vincent was generous enough to order so much weaponry that he could equip a baron's family guard.

Especially half armour, the production is low and scary, and it will not be together at all.

But production is only going to get bigger and bigger, and this business is a profit of two or three hundred gold coins.

Derek agreed without hesitation: "The next time you come back to deliver, but can you eat so much?"

"Of course not. You underestimate our firm's ability."

Vinson is so confident, in fact, that he has been informed that the price of future weapons and equipment will slowly rise.

The two agreed on this transaction, and Vinson also decided to increase the frequency of trade into the mountain.

The proportion of goods that the mountain people demand is greatly reduced, and the proportion of Derek's orders is increased.

He even considered taking a special trip to the mountains to save time.

Therefore, the restriction of the caravan is actually the market, Vincent can not wait to visit every day.

As soon as Vincent left, a messenger from the Knight Cloa arrived.

The latter easily sold him ten horses and a scattering of weapons.

Another hundred gold coin deal.

After the change in strategy, Derek's business suddenly exploded.

Now, the limit to his business is production.

Fill these two orders, and you won't have any spare capacity for the next three months.

"Population, population."

Derek is obsessed with the population, and he has to think about owning a place with more people.

Unfortunately, there is no way.

There is a lot of land in this world, but not one inch is ownerless.

Amid Derek's happiness and anxiety, the New Year is coming.

After a year away from home, it's time to go back.

He even thought about competing with his eldest brother for the family property, but he vetoed it.

The old man would never approve.

And... He believes that in time he will be able to achieve more than the Ferreira family.

There's no need to sacrifice that rare kinship.

Comparatively speaking, family affection is a scarce resource.

With his bags packed, mostly gifts, Derek took a team of soldiers, a team of cavalry, and set off on his way home.

But cousin Adrian volunteered to stay and sit in camp.

He knows this is Derek's base, and he can't be out of control for long.

Derek talked him out of it, and then he gave up.

This time back, in addition to home reunion, but also take the opportunity to give back some gifts.

Everyone helped out in the beginning, and now it's going to pay off.

Of course, he remembered several uncles and aunts, many Cousins, and have received basic education, if you can abduct a few, preferably with a group of young men like Adrian, that would be wonderful.

Anyway, they are their own relatives, and this wool is not collected by themselves, and I do not know which bastard is cheap.

Rather than let the young men of the family go out to serve the great nobles, it is better to hang out with themselves.

It took Derek ten days to get home with a load of presents.

It was only half a month before the New Year.

Mrs. Ferreira's already talking about Derek, and all the kids are back.

These included Sergei Ferreira, a second brother serving in the Iron Lion Army, Marco Ferreira, who had been helping to manage the family at home, and Cherif Ferreira, a fourth brother apprenticed as a knight under a Viscount.

As for the eldest sister married to a certain knight, she won't be back this year.

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The little sister who joined the convent won't come back.

It was a good year for the Ferreira family, and the two estates had a good harvest.

The taxes came in without a hitch.

The steady rise of the family situation has kept Baron Ferreira in a good mood.

The only thing that bothers me is my third son, Derek.

Good run out to mix, hurt Mrs. Ferreira recently every day to talk, the ears are almost a cocoon.

The last time they came back, they kidnapped a bunch of farmers, and Baron Ferreira gave Andrew, the middle brother, a bad rap.

In spite of his harsh words, Baron Ferreira is still more concerned about his son.

This wandering away, always can get more care from parents.

I want Derek to be safe.

until

"Master Derek's back."

When the old steward told Baron Ferreira the news, the Baron raised his butt, but he had to sit down again.

"Oomph! I went away for a year and came back with a letter, and I thought I was dead somewhere and knew to come back."

'Sir, Master Derek has brought you some presents. You'd better go and have a look.' The old manager duly handed over a step.

"It's good to be able to feed yourself, give me a gift, I see he doesn't come back to find me poor hand."

Baron Ferreira rose slowly to see what present his disobedient son had brought.

In fact, he had asked for some information about Derek, including the Knight Cloa's correspondence, and he knew the boy was good.

Of course, in the smuggling business, it must be blood on the knife.

Do you really think there are no checkpoints, robbers and so on?

If you look at all the fuckers Lloyd took out, you know the big bucks aren't that easy.

When Baron Ferreira shows up at the castle yard, he finds himself the last one to arrive.

The sons and Mrs. Ferreira have arrived.

The fourth Sharif was hooting around a black warhorse.

"Third brother, you are so kind, I have my own horse at last."

As a knight squire, Sherif, like Derek, is helpless and miserable, riding the ordinary horse assigned by the knight teacher, and does not belong to himself.

The Ferreira family had some savings each year, but they didn't have the luxury of giving each of their sons a warhorse, especially if you couldn't afford one.

In fact, if Derek decides to stay at home, Baron Ferreira will equip him with horses and weapons.

The second son, Serge, has been serving in the Tishlion Army, a low-level officer in the kingdom, and the weapons and equipment are allocated by the kingdom.

The fourth had not yet finished his studies as a knight squire, and naturally would not have given him this suit.

Therefore, having a suit of equipment and war horses in advance, in addition to the children of the great aristocrats, is the habit of the South.

The rough and poor nobles of the North often choose to be stingy.

Even though there had been no war for many years, everyone had accumulated some gold coins.

It's like Ferrera Castle, full of war style, or a legacy of the Pioneer North period, more like a military castle, not suitable for living.

This is also the characteristics of the northern nobles, even if the central nobles despise, the southern nobles despise, still do not change.

Serge and Marco paid more attention to the soldiers and knights he had brought back than to Cherif's cheers.

These swordsmen, better suited to street fighting and more lucrative, looked like an elite, tougher than the Ferreira soldiers.

And the knight's servant of that water, said to be a servant, is more like a knight than a knight.

Encrusted with iron armor, pure iron swords, armors, horses, helmets.

The whole body is armed to the teeth, Simon is wearing half armour, the war horse is covered with a layer of skin armour, and the eyes are sharp so that people can not look directly.

There's more to shadowing Derek than just training.

Occasionally follow Lloyd cameo a thief horse bandits down the mountain, to fight the small hair thief who does not have long eyes.

Who hasn't had blood on their hands for a year?

Man, this is not a wandering knight, a poorer baron would not dare to put on such a show.

"What did the third man go out for?"

Sergei quickly recalled, thinking of where new gangs of horse bandits had sprung up in the northern provinces.

In addition to robbing, how can I accumulate such a family business?

Baron Ferreira, of course, saw it too, and the surprise that flashed through his eyes did not overshadow him.

"What are you Shouting about? Can you afford a horse for you?"

Baron Ferreira slapped Sherif on the head and caught everyone's attention.

"What about presents?"

I was talking to Derek.

Derek knew what kind of father he was, and he didn't care.

He motioned to Simon, who brought over a box.

Open it!

A full knight's outfit.

From helmet, armplate, armplate, half armour, hemline, knee pads, iron boots.

Ten forged knight swords, knight spear heads, and a hand shield.

And finally, the iron mask of the horse, the chain armor.

Well, it's not really heavy armor, but it's kind of a low-cut knight suit.

Most knights dream of a treasure, a family thing.

A hundred gold pieces is a bargain.

That's about what a tiny farm could produce in a year.

Well maintained, can definitely pass on a few generations.

Most of the body is covered, above standard.

The point is, you can't buy it with money.

From materials to technology, there is a need for a certain technical threshold.

Derek didn't even have the whole thing, and it took little Truu a month of overtime to get it done, just to dedicate it to Baron Ferreira.

Of course, Derek is ready to pull back more wool.