On the evening of the ninth day of entering Provence, under the escort of fifty lords of Viscount Berryon, the grain caravan of Attes urged his horse to move forward all the way, and finally arrived at the city of Aosta, an important city in the eastern region of Provence. 77dus

The former majestic city of Aosta is now devastated. The tall walls were covered with holes by siege equipment. The city gate was burned with charcoal after the fire was burned. The moat under the city walls were still floating in the broken limbs and broken arms and bones that had not been salvaged. The stench made people dare not breathe.

"Sir Yat, you have finally arrived. The lord has been delaying the city for two days just to wait for the military rations you have sent." The inner knights of Berryon walked out of the city gate and didn't care about the stench all over the sky.

"Sir Nadod, why don't the corpses in the moat be cleared out? The stench is really~" Yater coughed a few times.

"Hi~ These corpses were left by the Lombards. We had cleaned and buried them some time ago. Now there are not enough guards in the city, so I have the heart to care about these mixed men. Moreover, these rotten corpses can also become an obstacle to protecting Aosta." Nadord looked indifferent.

"This ~ can you bear it?"

"I've gotten used to it after a long time. Seeing these bastards rot in the stinky ditch, the soldiers can breathe a sigh of relief."

"Okay, let's go see Lord Berion." Yat patted Nadord on the shoulder and walked towards the city gate.

As a military center and a transfer station for personnel and materials, there is no shortage of soldiers in the city of Aosta. The troops who drove Velno from all over the country would gather here to stand by, and food and supplies from all directions would also be gathered in the city of Aosta and then transported to their respective battlefields.

It is not a lucky chance to face the fierce Lombards and pull the front back to Vilno.

The group pulled dozens of carriages through the dilapidated streets, squeezed out the soldiers and arrived at the military camp located in the church square in the city.

Berion had already stood at the camp gate waiting for Yat who was escorting food.

When Att saw Viscount Berion waiting in person at the camp gate, he quickly stepped forward to salute Berion, "Mr. Berion, thirty-three carriages consumed a truck of food) have all been delivered. Please send someone to accept it."

Berion called the legion's baggage officer to instruct him to contact the grain transport convoy.

"Brother Yat, let's go, go to my camp for a drink of fruit wine and rest for a while. We will go to meet the deputy minister of the palace finance in the evening. I have told the deputy minister what you asked me to do. The deputy minister asked me to take you to meet." Berryon made the way and let Yat enter the camp...

At night, the Lord's Hall of the City of Aosta.

Earl Marcelo, the thin-sized and white-haired deputy to the palace finance, met Berryon and Ate in the office.

Marcelo subverted Atte's impression of the position of a financial officer. In his impression, the important officials who manage the financial power of a principality should have a big belly and a fat head. However, it is not easy to be a financial officer in Provence, where war is full of disasters. Not to mention the business and taxes that have been declining due to war, the huge amount of money required by the war is enough for these financial officers to be anxious.

When he entered the office room, Count Marcelo was still looking at a tax statistics book of the principality under the dim candle. Seeing a guest coming in, Marcelo put down the sheepskin book, looked up, and asked, "Berryon, is this the Burgundy Knight you mentioned?"

Berion stepped forward and bowed to the Earl of Marcelo and replied, "Sir, this is the knight of the court guard of the Burgundy. This time he responded to the call to bring dozens of carriages full of food from the Burgundy to help us."

"Sir Yat, before you is the Deputy Minister of Finance of the Provence Court, Count Marceló."

Att stepped forward and bowed deeply to the Earl of Marcelo, "God bless you, respected Earl."

"Sir Yat, how much food can you provide for us?" Count Marcelo was busy with common affairs and had no time to chat with Yat.

"Sir, I have a caravan of twenty carriages in Burgundy. From the time I received the call from the court, they have continuously purchased grain from the north of the Belarus to transport it to the border. At present, I have stockpiled 100,000 pounds of grain, and the stockpiling volume is still increasing. Then I will hire a convoy to transport the grain to Provence. As long as the safety along the way is guaranteed, I can transport the grain directly to the city of Aosta. As for further south, I cannot guarantee it. After all, there is a war zone south of Aosta, and no convoy dares to cross the areas where the war is flying. However, after I send the grain to Aosta, the remaining distance can be completely carried by the army or the baggage team to the war zone."

"Sir Yat, to be honest, twenty carriages are insignificant for Provence, which is in urgent need of military rations, but you are the first merchant to transport food to Aosta, and if you keep delivering food to Aosta as you said, it would be a burden to us. Therefore, I can promise you the request to grant the South China Merchants Trade Charter. On behalf of the court, I will grant you the business charter of twenty carriages, but you must also fulfill your promise and transport us no less than forty carriages a month."

Yat didn't expect that the Deputy Finance Minister could agree so readily, and he was quite surprised.

Just after saying the surprise, the Deputy Finance Minister proposed the next condition, "But~"

The joy on Yat's face stopped, "But what? Lord Earl."

"But I have to modify the conditions that Berryon promised you. If you want to escort your own food, we cannot send troops to you. Now the Velno War Zone has entered the most tragic battle stage, and every one of our soldiers is going to the battlefield. I cannot draw people to help you escort the convoy. If I send troops to escort your convoy, what should other merchants do?"

Without the escort of the Provence army, the caravans of Attes would not be able to deliver food safely. "Sir, you know the situation in the northern part of Provence. The root cause of the merchants' fear of going south is that the bandits in the north are raging, and eight of the ten convoys will be robbed. If there is no army escort, I am afraid ~"

"We have no choice. If we can send troops to escort the caravans, why don't I let them go to the south to drive the Lombards out of the Provence border as soon as possible?"

"Of course! What you said is the truth." Yat did not deny Marcelo's words.

After pondering for a moment, Yat said, "You see, I will bear the safety of the grain transport convoy by myself, but on behalf of the Provence court, you have to authorize me to send an army into the Provence border to escort the convoy. Moreover, the price of food I send to Aosta must also be slightly increased. After all, the cost of sending an additional escort army is too high."

Marcelo heard that Yatt wanted to raise the food price, and he was a little disgusted. Now that the treasury of Provence was empty, he had to use every copper coin carefully. After hesitating for a moment, Marcelo replied: "You can discuss the matter of authorizing you to send a small army to escort a convoy, but you must ensure that the troops entering Provence cannot cause trouble for me."

"As for raising the price of food, I'm afraid I have to refuse. Now the purchase price of the Aosta Grain Market has reached an astonishing price per pound. If the price increases, the court will not buy food from you."

Seeing that Yat was silent, Marcelo also gave in and said, "Let's do this, the food price cannot rise. I will grant you an additional identity as a sales agent under the Chancellor of the Palace. After the war is over in the future, you can franchises a section of the business road. How about it?"

Yat thought about it and felt that this was the only way, "Okay, I promise you."

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