.Looking at the lively scene in front of him, a ridiculous feeling rose in Feili's heart.

Under the walls of Arctic Port, sheds made of canvas and wooden sticks appeared. Hundreds of carriages and nearly a thousand trolleys were busy going back and forth between the Emperor's camp and these sheds, unloading the piles of goods, and the elves were constantly moving the transactions out of the city. This land, which was scattered with blood and smoke, has now become a lively market, and the buyers and sellers of the transactions were soldiers who were still firing guns and cannons a few days ago... This scene was really wonderful. Although this scene was facilitated by his own suggestions, when things came to an end, Feili still felt a vague feeling of innocence.

However, the people below did not care about the president's random thoughts. Although the regular bulk transaction had not yet begun, the soldiers of both sides had already begun to secretly exchange their private goods. The soldiers of the Emperor* took out mainly tobacco, coffee, cocoa, and tea to drink black tea while tasting exquisite pastries in the style of elf. Today, she was still dressed in a girl, wearing a light blue gown, leather gloves, and holding the heavy book that never leaves her body. Seeing Feili coming, she waved and signaled him to come and sit down.

"Hey, Xiao Feili, these mint cakes made by these elves are really good. I just ate a whole box of them. Look, this one is left, you can try it too." As she said that, she reached out and handed a snack box woven with bamboo strips. The light green cake inside was radiating an attractive fragrance.

Feiri took the dessert box handed over by Kalsas and threw the small cake into her mouth. A refreshing feeling of coolness immediately spread in her mouth. He secretly praised him in his heart, and then asked about the serious matter.

"His Excellency Kalsas, has the head of the Elf Army come out?"

"I haven't come here yet..." the female professor frowned, "Also, please stop calling me Kalsas. My current name is Rebecca."

"ah?"

"Please call me the name of this life. Didn't Your Highness the Goddess of Magic tell you?" The female professor blinked strangely.

"I said it...but didn't I always call you Kalsas before? Why do I suddenly change it back now?" Feiri felt a little confused.

"Be low-key, do you know the importance of low-key?" The female professor pointed to her forehead. "A celebrity like me should pay attention to the influence of every move. The elves heard that the great arcane Karthas came to do something like smuggling. It is hard to guarantee that they would not have any suspicion. If the business cannot be completed, the problem would be serious."

Feili nodded without any hesitation, but he didn't agree with it: You have done even the betrayal of the gods in your previous life. What's the point of being a smuggler now? What's more, the tea will be cold as soon as a person dies. You have been dead for two or three thousand years. Apart from a mage who is more knowledgeable about the history of magic, who else will remember your former reputation?

"So, Carl...oh no, it's Rebecca. Since you are not convenient for you to come out, why are you going to come here?"

"Be your bodyguard!"

"Is that necessary?" Feiri felt even more confused. "Isn't there the promise of the Styx's oath? The Elf Army shouldn't be indiscriminate."

"It is indeed guaranteed by the Styx. But please note that the current elves kingdom is in the midst of division. Our country has just signed a peace treaty with the new regime holding Yongju Island. Chevrolet, the god of hatred of the elves who originally held great power, and the newly defeated elves wandering god are not within the scope of the signing." The female professor explained, "The new regime in the elves has just been established and has limited control ability. If there are spies lurking in the Arctic Port Elf Army, it may appear to destroy our good things and interfere with the peace talks through actions such as assassination of the Imperial Masters. So it is best to act carefully just in case."

Feiri's mouth twitched. No wonder Ludwig and Zena did not come forward in this transaction, but just pushed himself and Charlotte as negotiators. Princess Alanita, the highest-ranking elves, did not plan to go out of the city to negotiate. It turned out that she was throwing out a few scapegoats as wayfinding stones! Fortunately, she had such an unprecedented magic master around her to protect her, so there should be no danger.

"Since you want to hide your identity, then this negotiation will let Charlotte and me be fully responsible?"

"Theory is this, but in fact, you just need to show off your face and act like a little. Charlotte is much more proficient in business negotiations than you." The female professor replied, raising his hand to signal in a certain direction, "Look, he has started working now."

Following her fingers, Feili saw Charlotte with an arm hanging around in the middle of the Elf Army's goods stall. From time to time, he bent over and checked, and then told some of them to record the clerk who followed behind. Next to the Emperor's goods stall, there was also an Elf Army officer doing almost the same thing.

Feili knew that they were evaluating the price of the goods, which was an indispensable step in bartering transactions. Then they had to check and bargain with each other until they recognized the price given by each other, and then they could start moving each other's goods away.

The trading items on the colonial coalition were mainly corn, wheat, flour, sugar, dried vegetables and cooking oil, etc. There were also some high-end goods such as tea, coffee, and sour wine, which were all military supplies for the front line, and the food was piled up into several real hills, which were completely equivalent to a large warehouse area. Thousands of soldiers and dozens of magicians fought desperately from the early morning like ants moving. Even Feili used the space pockets installed by the artifact-level maids, but it was still tossed until the afternoon tea was finished.

When the colonial coalition disbanded, most people stared at the conspicuous cash on the books, but were disdainful of the piles of staple foods. On the one hand, these things were inconvenient to transport, large in size and small in value. On the other hand, it was because the colonial agricultural products were long-term backlog and it was not easy to get rid of them. They were brought back to the rear to sell from the distant front line. The proceeds were likely not to be worth the freight, which was thankless.

Therefore, except for dry food, the troops in the dismissal were basically not in the granary. In the past few days, Speaker Ludwig secretly sent his confidants to urgently allocate a batch of supplies from the military stations and relief departments in the northern states, and then he got to the scale in front of him. After the dissolution of the Mainland Conference, almost all the supplies and vehicles on the supply line were taken for himself by Speaker Ludwig, the local tyrant. No one except him could get such capacity in the desolate far north. Of course, Ludwig was also exposed and was beaten by Zena.

The trading items on the Elf Army are far less spectacular than those on the Colonial Alliance, but they look more eye-catching. Several ornate large boxes are filled with shiny gold and silver coins, and piles of small boxes are filled with various dazzling jewelry and ornaments. There are also fur, silk and spices, etc. Most of these things have the same commonalities as small size and high prices. They are the best choice for home travel and escape and refuge, and can be used as hard currency when necessary.

None of the above items was brought by the Elf Expeditionary Force from Yongju Island, and they were the inheritance of the unlucky Prince Cormier and his friends. The pricing of the stolen goods was set. Charlotte and the Elf officer quarreled fiercely. He pointed at the damage, blood and scorch on the clothes and jewelry, insisting that he would only pay a very low price, but the Elf officer naturally refused, and both sides quickly started to curse.

Feili leaned over and looked carefully and found Prince Eisen Konev's sapphire ribbon and golden sapphire sword. Of course, the sapphire ribbon has been stained with blood and deformed. Only half of the golden sapphire sword is left. If it weren't for the seal-carved seals, it would be impossible to distinguish them. As for the original landlord's end, it is naturally self-evident.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Even though these playboys from the "battlefield tour group" still maintained such a luxurious life. On the way to the show-like "Heroic Expedition", they were able to cheat everywhere, and they plundered a lot of people's wealth. Unexpectedly, after working hard across the ocean, they were all gone. So after these blood-stained treasures were turned around in the hands of the Elf Army, they fell into the hands of the black-hearted politicians in the Xinnaiseriel colony.

When he just met the "battlefield tour group", Feili was quite envious of these guys: when others were beaten to death in the sea of ​​blood, these guys could enjoy wealth comfortably, and they could get merit and reputation from the sky without having to charge in the rain of bullets and bullets.

But after seeing these blood-stained treasures, he suddenly realized that in the face of absolute violence, those titles are meaningless, and those wealth is just a number, and the rich are just ATMs for the army, and they can take them whenever they want. In the chaotic times, only strong force is the most reliable guarantee...

In addition to these dazzling but broken stolen goods, the Elf Army also took out some gems and metal crafts they carried. There were even a small pile of military medals made of precious metals. The number was small and the value was not high. After all, they were here to be robbers rather than to spend money, and the gold and silver they carried were very limited. Even if the military and civilians in Arctic Port had their full share, they could not find much.

Feili calculated a little, and the coins and luxury goods that the Elf Army had prepared to trade this time seemed not enough to exchange for all its goods, so she couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Soon, his doubts were answered.

With the sound of wheels rolling, a group of fully armed soldiers appeared from the gate of Arctic Port with several prisoners, slowly heading towards the trading area. This caused a stir. Many people dropped their work and rushed to watch the fun. Feili frowned and looked over there with Hawkeye technique, and was stunned.

Feili blinked strangely, "Don't you need to evaluate the price of the goods?"

Daniel waved his hand indifferently, "It's okay, I'm a completely amateur in doing business, and Colonel Gilbert is responsible for the specific matters." He pointed to the elf officer who was quarreling with Charlotte, then walked a few steps to the tea table, then turned around and waved, "Come here, it's cold, and it's not good to drink when the tea is cold."
Chapter completed!