Alaric looked at the lord and smiled rather bitterly.
"I didn't come here to rob anyone. I only heard there was a large winery here, and I wanted to make a deal with its owner to supply me with good wine long-term... That way, I wouldn't go mad whenever I ran out of alcohol..."
The lord raised an eyebrow, somewhat doubtful. "Then why did you bring so many people with you?"
Alaric sighed. "If I didn't bring them, which nobles would be willing to trade with me?"
Li Ang thought that made sense. As a baron, hardly anyone had paid him any attention when he wanted to buy grain, let alone "The Noisy One" Alaric.
If Alaric had come alone, the best possible outcome would probably have been for his "notoriety" to enhance some noble knight's "reputation."
"Fine. Have your men wait here and stay off the bridge. I can help you close this deal."
The lord felt that this was a deal worth making.
With so many drunks, Countess would surely make a great deal of money in the future...
But after looking Alaric over once more, Li Ang asked uncertainly, "Wine isn't cheap. Do you have that much money?"
"Of course..."
Alaric took the purse from his waist, but his expression suddenly changed drastically. "Damn it! Where's my money?!"
The purse was terribly flat. There was clearly almost nothing inside.
Alaric shook the purse, and a few copper coins fell out—small coins worth one Fiel each.
Fiel was the small denomination used for everyday retail transactions on the Pande Continent. One hundred Fiel could be exchanged for one Dirham silver coin.
Alaric yanked out the arrow lodged in his body, searched himself again, then let out a long sigh. "I remember having a whole bag full of denars..."