civilwarnovels Chapter 406
Chapter 406
Chapter 406
crow's nest.
The Baron wakes up from a hangover.
After hearing the news from Harry, he immediately sent people to Oxburgh, but although Oxburgh was close to Waylon, it was not possible to run back and forth in a day or two.
He got up from the bed and put on his clothes.
Today I will meet with the people of Nilfgaard.
The daughter and wife ran away, but life went on, and it was not impossible for them to come back.
Holding the half bottle of wine next to the bed, he walked out of the room cursing.
Wait until you get to the first floor.
Two people who suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly appeared in his home again.
"Witcher, and your companion." The baron was surprised, "You're back so soon? Has the little girl Ciri been found?"
Harry shook his head: "Almost, the trace has been found."
"Then you can deal with my troubles now?" The baron put the bottle aside, "Don't worry, I won't pay you less in Krona, I understand the witcher."
"Not yet," Harry answered him. "I have to find Ciri all the way."
The baron was startled, and curled his lips: "Then what are you doing here? Tell me specifically?"
"We're taking Uma," Harry replied, "of course we'll pay for it."
The baron stroked his chin: "I don't need money."
"Help me bring Tamara back."
"I can wait for Anna's matter."
Harry shook his head and refused flatly: "I think I said that the time and form do not allow me to do this now."
"When I find Shirley and solve those troubles, I will come to accept your commission."
The baron was tough: "If you don't help me find Tamara, I won't give Uma to you?"
Harry's face was expressionless and his tone was calm: "Baron, I don't think you would do such an unwise thing. Don't you think you can stop me just by relying on this group of soldiers in your hands?"
"I see it for the sake of taking care of Ciri."
The Baron said nothing, just stared at him.
Harry snapped his fingers.
There was a whirring sound, and the baron turned his head, his face becoming terrified—the table behind him was distorted, turning into a giant statue close to the ceiling, and the material was no longer wood, but a cool metal texture.
The Baron had experienced many battles.
He can clearly tell that this is a high-quality steel, at least master-level craftsmanship.
From a wooden table to a steel colossus.
magic?
Isn't the witcher incapable of mastering magic?
"I can make it even bigger," whispered Harry. "Do you think I have what it takes to destroy that army of yours?"
The baron turned pale.
The voice was soft, and the tone and way of uttering it were very gentle, but this sentence pierced his heart like a sharp sword.
Can a steel colossus destroy its own army?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
But what about adding a witcher and a sorceress?
What if, among other things, the Witcher could summon more than one Iron Colossus?
At least it seemed that this demon hunter was far from reaching his limit, and he could easily summon such a colossus.
"Witcher, you're threatening me." The baron turned his head back stiffly.
Harry shrugged: "You know, I'm a witcher."
"You won." After a while, the baron clapped his hands, "Three hundred crowns, you can take Uma away."
"That's a very fair price."
With a wave of Harry's hand, a small piece of gold flew out of the Sorting Hat and fell into his hand.
"You are really generous." The baron took it in surprise and weighed it in his hand.
Harry glanced at him angrily, and stretched out his hand: "You need change."
"The price of this piece of gold is far more than three hundred crowns."
Gold is also very valuable in this world.
It's just that most of the so-called "gold jewelry" are just a little bit of gold mixed with a lot of brass. That's the case, such a gold ring can sell for more than ten crowns.
It's gold with high purity like the one in my own hand.
In addition to the value of gold itself, it also has the additional value of craftsmanship.
"It's really fussy." The baron sighed with emotion.
"When will the price of a water ghost be two kroner instead of three kroner one and a half." Harry shook his head. "Money is very important to us."
The baron took a bite and opened it to see, a little surprised: "The purity is so high?"
"What about your six hundred crowns?"
Harry said nothing, just stared at him.
"630?" The baron immediately quoted another price.
"Baron, we don't need to play with this kind of bargaining price." Harry shook his head, "We all know the value of this piece of gold, 710 crowns, this is a fair price for both of us."
"As for Uma."
"For the sake of providing you with such a piece of high-purity gold, two hundred crowns, you have to find me 510 crowns."
The baron shook his head crazily: "Witcher, you are the one who opens the mouth of the lion."
"Two hundred crowns? Clowns like this are rare. If I sell it to other merchants, I can sell it for at least four hundred crowns."
Harry held out his hand forward, showing the palm.
No words were spoken, but the meaning was obvious.
If you have the ability, sell it and see if anyone is willing to spend four hundred crowns to buy such a thing.
The baron scratched his face, a little embarrassed: "I'm exaggerating, but two hundred is not enough, three hundred, this price is very fair."
"But I didn't trade you with kroner, it's gold." Harry raised his hand, and the gold in the baron's hand floated up, "If I go to Novigrad, this piece of gold can be exchanged for at least 700, or even Make it nicer and sell it for eight hundred crowns."
The baron was confident: "But you are in the crow's nest now, not Novigrad."
Harry didn't speak, and spit out an onomatopoeia: "Crack."
The voice alerted the Baron.
The two in front of him have the ability to teleport.
"But it still hasn't become a work of art." The baron picked a thorn.
Harry waved.
The gold nugget becomes a small but vivid wolf.
The baron was at a loss for words.
He also has the ability to shapeshift.
"Then seven hundred crowns, Uma's price, I can make another concession, 260 crowns?" The baron took a deep breath.
With a wave of Harry's hand, the gold nugget returned to its original shape: "Deal."
Baron "Wolf" said a word.
Harry glanced at him.
The Baron sighed and did not continue.
Holding the gold nugget, he went to his house to get the money. More than 400 crowns is not a small amount of money. For ordinary farmers, a few crowns can last a month. The hundreds of crowns they entrusted to the witcher are all It was made by one family and one family.Although the Bloody Baron is a baron, this is in Waylon, and his castle is just a decent village.
Much worse than a real baron.
Hermione looked at Harry with unexpected surprise: "Harry, I didn't know you would say such a price."
"This is one of the necessary skills for a witcher." Harry said softly, with the corners of his mouth raised, a little pleased.
(End of this chapter)