Suleiman stood on a newly flattened platform, overlooking the bustling construction site below.
The goods for making a fortune are temporarily available, but now we need channels that can communicate with important people, and we have to find a way to invite some businessmen back.
Lushen stood behind him, waiting for orders. He was summoned.
"The sunshine is so beautiful." Suleiman sighed.
Lushen didn't know what was going on. Mr. Suleiman never said meaningless words. He lowered his head in deep thought and raised his eyebrows. He kept repeating himself in deep thought, trying hard to understand the hint from Mr. Suleiman.
"Lushen!" Suleiman ordered "Yes, sir." Lushen responded, is it finally coming? The mission!
"I have a task for you!" Suleiman turned around and looked at Lushen. "Gather fifty soldiers! Go to Kingsroad!"
Lushen's heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, he put his hand on the hilt of his sword and remembered the action he took while pretending to be a robber not long ago.
"I understand what you mean, sir! Don't worry!" Lushen said fiercely.
"Go to "intercept" a caravan!" Suleiman's wording is very strange. "Remember! It's best to come from King's Landing! A caravan that is large enough! The flag is gorgeous enough!"
"Don't worry, Master! No one can escape! No news will be leaked!" Lushen patted his chest, twisted his head, and thought for a while.
"Master Suleiman! I don't think this can be done on our land! Let me take my brothers and pretend to do it on other lords' lands! What do you think? Master?"
Suleiman:"
Suleiman opened his eyes wide. "Who told you it was robbery? What I need you to do is intercept, intercept, understand."
"I understand! Mr. Suleiman!" Lushen had a look of determination in his eyes.
Suleiman can only be replaced with a straightforward meaning. ".
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It's a real invitation! An invitation!!!"
Suleiman emphasizes the pronunciation of the word "invite".
"Ah!..." Lushen's brain seemed to be in a state of confusion.
Suleiman wiped his face with his right hand. "You stand in the middle of the road and set up a formation. When they stop, you have to tell them that the owner of the caravan, my lord, Lord Suleiman, invites you to come to his territory as a guest."
Finance Officer Beggar Bana frowned at the side, "Master Suleiman, most businessmen are very cunning and vigilant, especially the large caravan coming from King's Landing. They all have their own backgrounds and guards.
"Their eyes will not fall on the little lord. For them, as long as they pay the toll, they will not owe anything to each other. I am afraid they will not easily accept the invitation."
A smile appeared on Suleiman's lips, and he took out a failed monolithic crystal mirror and handed it to Lushen: "So your attitude must be tough."
"You have to let them understand that this is not a matter of choice, but at the same time, you also have to let them see the benefits."
"Show them these things and tell them that there are goods in my territory that King's Landing or even Free Cities cannot buy. If they are willing to come, I will show them the real wealth. If they are not willing...:::,
"Then let them understand that if they refuse my invitation, they will not be able to leave!"
"I understand! Mr. Suleiman!" Lushen put away the lens and bowed to salute. He was even a little disappointed that this operation was not a robbery. "Promise to complete the mission!"
On Kingsroad, dust is flying.
Lushen took fifty soldiers and formed a formation in the center of Kingsroad.
Thirty soldiers stood openly and openly in the middle of the road, lined up in three rows, as silent as a mountain, with their hands on the hilts of their swords. They were still wearing tattered armor, but they exuded an inexplicable aura, causing pedestrians and small caravans passing by to look sideways.
In the distance, a huge caravan was slowly approaching.
There were more than a dozen heavy-duty carriages filled with goods, surrounded by more than fifty guards in front and behind, and a huge flag embroidered with wheat ears fluttered in the wind.
The outpost scouts of the caravan discovered the army on the road and immediately reined in their horses and reported back. Soon, the entire caravan stopped. The caravan guards drew their swords and the archers also nocked their arrows, nervously confronting the army in front.
The atmosphere instantly became tense. They were bold, too bold. More than fifty soldiers, armed with sharp knives, stood on the road and did not grab pedestrians or small caravans. They were just coming for themselves.
A guard captain wearing chain mail urged his horse forward and shouted loudly, "Who are you! Get out of the way immediately!"
We are Grain Guild of King's Landing! Protected by the Lord Seven Kingdoms!"
Lushen remained motionless until the opponent moved forward within shouting distance, urged the war horse, and moved forward slowly alone. The soldiers behind him remained motionless.
"We have no ill intentions, Your Excellency." Lushen's voice was clear and loud, spreading throughout the entire caravan queue. "I am waiting here to invite you to meet with me on the orders of my family."
The guard captain looked wary, "Waiting? Are you waiting?"
At this moment, a steady voice came from a gorgeously decorated carriage.
"Let them come over."
"I am the president of the Grain Guild, Roderick, who wants to see me?"
The car curtain was opened, and a well-dressed, slightly fat middle-aged man came out.
He is about forty years old, with shrewd eyes, a hint of offended displeasure and a sneer on his face, but more importantly, he is scrutinizing and curious about who dares to invite himself on Kingsroad.
I am the president of King's Landing Grain Guild. Not to mention the small nobles, some big nobles and even kings want to borrow money from me. I am afraid that the small nobles have this crooked idea, and they don't want to think about whether they can be a businessman in Westeros without background.
Roderick slowly looked at Lushen and the well-equipped and well-disciplined team behind him. The smile on his face faded. He had been traveling around for decades. The eyes and stance of these soldiers made it clear at a glance that these were no ordinary bandits or bandits. After guessing their location, the person who wanted to see him was probably the little Black Lion who had risen as a talkative boy in the streets.
Roderick slowly said, "What is your purpose of stopping my caravan?"
Lushen bowed slightly on the horse, his posture was neither humble nor overbearing.
"President Roderick, my lord, the ruler of this place, Lord Suleiman, I have heard the name of the Grain Guild for a long time, and I am here to invite you and your caravan to visit his territory."
Roderick almost laughed out loud, "Invitation, use a sharp blade to send the invitation letter. Your lord is really unique. What if I don't go? What does he dare to do to me!"
"My lord said that distinguished guests must be greeted with the most solemn etiquette." Lushen replied calmly. He followed Suleiman's instructions and took out a crystal lens from his arms.
Roderick The guard beside him immediately stepped forward and took it carefully, checking whether there was any danger before presenting it to the president.
Roderick took it and looked at it. A mirror as smooth as water appeared in front of him, clearly reflecting his own surprised face. It was more than ten times clearer than the expensive bronze mirrors used by King's Landing ladies. But although this kind of thing does have some value,
But it's not uncommon.
Roderick looked at Lushen, as if to indicate that this was the thing, but he saw Lushen put his hand on his eyes, indicating that he should aim at the eyes. He frowned a little, pretending to be mysterious, and put it in front of his eyes.
His eyes widened in an instant, and he took a breath of cold air. His eyes suddenly became bloodshot, like a vicious wolf seeing its prey.
"These.1
.:.. Did your lord create it?" Roderick's tone revealed a hint of madness.
Lushen took the thing back and put it back into his arms. "This is just a sample."
"My adult said that he has something that can change the world, and he is only willing to share it with friends who have vision. He thinks you are that kind of friend."
Lushen feels that after hanging out with educated people, his speaking skills have improved a lot. Who knows you? It's just that you are unlucky and happened to meet them.
"So, what on earth did you-" Lushen was interrupted and looked at the big businessman in front of him who suddenly became strange.
"Take me there!!!" Roderick said fiercely.
The huge caravan mixed with Suleiman soldiers, changed direction, and slowly drove towards the rugged path leading deep into the mountains.