"I think the profession of corpse collectors is quite good. First, almost all the residents in the city are far away from the corpse collectors, and regard them as unclean people and soul-catching messengers.

As long as they showed up with the cart, no one wanted to get close to them, and even heard the creaking sound of the wheels, everyone would avoid it."

"Secondly, the corpse collector is the only profession in the city that can freely appear during the night curfew. The sheriff never interrogates them, let alone searches. The corpse collector seems simple, but in fact it can hide a lot of things."

"Third, the corpse collector can push the cart into and out of the city gate freely. The guards never ask why they want to go in and out? If they don't have this condition if they change to others."

To sum up, Powell advised his friend Johnson: "If we use arcane to disguise ourselves as corpse collectors, we can save a lot of trouble.

In addition, the corpse collector has a special job, which is to accommodate patients with malignant diseases in the territory. For example, no one dares to get close to people with leprosy.

According to the Buqi family's regulations, the corpse collector is responsible for using a carriage to transport patients reported to various places to the border to wait for death. There is no need to undergo any examination along the way.

Just get a carriage to transport goods, and you don’t have to walk ten days from Banshee Castle to Dustmur Town. We don’t have to be so tired.”

In the quiet night, in front of the oil lamp in the hotel room, Powell planned it and Johnson nodded repeatedly, "Yes, why didn't I expect it? You have a good idea. We purchased too little this time and we couldn't make it enough.

I have noticed the magic store in Hanfeng City, where the supply is extremely sufficient. Now, because the trade route is cut off, a bottle of high-level spell casting materials is shipped to the Banshee Castle, and the price is directly increased by seven or eight times, or even more than ten times. The profit is too high.

It’s a pity that we don’t have enough capital. If we can buy tens of thousands of gold coins at one time and transport them in a carriage, we will definitely make a fortune.”

Dudu was originally gnawing magic gems on the table. When he heard the discussion between the two, he sneered: "You can all think of such a simple method, but others can't think of it? When your corpse collecting carriage is on the road, I'm afraid you will find that there are corpse collecting people on the road."

Johnson was stunned again and had to admit that this possibility was extremely high. Ten times the profit would inspire people's infinite creativity and break through all the bottom line.

Powell continued: "So we have to move fast, and make enough money before others can do it. And we have to get enough money."

"I'm going to borrow usury again?" Johnson was still frightened when he thought of the daily interest he had borrowed the previous time. "My magic hut can't mortgage tens of thousands of gold coins."

Powell lowered his voice again and said in a deep voice: "So we have to privately recruit people to invest. The nobles in the city are all rich, and the wizards are even more generous. Not to mention tens of thousands of gold coins, hundreds of thousands of dollars can be raised.

We have had experience in successfully shipping goods, and they will definitely believe us. And the more people we recruit, the more stable the business will be. Everyone has to come and provide us with convenience.

Now the Buqi family blocks the trade route and does not allow everyone to make money. There are too many people in the city who secretly complain. As long as we are willing to stand up, there will definitely be someone who is willing to cooperate.

Maybe we are lucky and can get millions of gold coins. If we go back and forth, ten times the profit will be tens of millions of dollars. As long as we can make a little of it, we will pay it."

Tens of millions, I really don’t dare to think about it!

Powell created a beautiful money-making scene, which made Johnson stop breathing. The two looked at each other, as intoxicated as looking at their lover, so excited that they were so trembling that they could not control themselves.

only......

Dudu muttered beside him, "You have collected all your savings before, misappropriated the funds for the operation, and mortgaged usury, but you have raised 1,500 gold coins and earned a gross profit of 6,000 gold coins after replacing the goods.

In this blink of an eye, I think of tens of millions of dollars in business. How should I evaluate your brains? Or do you have no brains?"

Shut up!

The two of them angrily scolded Dudu at the same time, and were in a state of excitement. They didn't like to hear depressed words. They clenched their fists and rubbed their hands at the time, and continued to discuss the details with a red face. They really wanted to do something big.

"I went to the Wizard Tara Shares and asked a few nobles. The Wizards are definitely willing to purchase better magic materials, which is what they must."

"I'll go find a corpse collector, pretending to be sufficient and there are no flaws. We will have a hard time trying to earn enough gold coins that will last for several years at a time, and our future life will be easier."

It was Johnson who pulled the shares, and this thing tests PPT's verbal skills. Powell was a spy, and the job of contacting the corpse collector was his. After the division of the work, they did it as soon as they said they could. The next day, they went out with confidence.

Powell first went to the grain store in the city to buy about ten kilograms of grain. Corpse collectors are the lowest class of extremely poor society, and ordinary grain stores are unwilling to sell food to them.

A bag of grain plus a few silver coins should be exchanged for the other party’s gratitude.

The corpse collector lives in a very remote place, belonging to the slums. Even the villains in the city are too lazy to bully them, for fear of being unlucky.

After asking for directions, Powell found a broken house near the civilian cemetery. The dark house was completely made of wooden boards. Some of the wooden boards were rotten, so they could only be nailed with patches.

The house was leaking from all sides, and the wooden boards were so big that it seemed that someone inside. Powell couldn't find the window, so he stood at the door and kicked it.

The door is also spliced ​​with wooden boards. There is no door hinge, so you can only move it with your hands to block the door. This door is not tightly closed, which is not much better than a pigpen.

Powell shouted a few times outside the door, and a hunchbacked corpse collector came out to look at him a few times, and asked cowardly: "Master, what are your instructions?"

"I have something to do." Powell glanced at the broken house in the dark and gave up his plan to go in. He threw the bag of food on the ground, "Please take this bag of oats first, as I will pay you in advance."

Seeing that Powell did not come in, the hunchbacked corpse collector breathed a sigh of relief. The other corpse collectors in the room quickly packed up the wheat bread they had just eaten and replaced it with normal batter.

The hunchbacked corpse collector did not refuse and dragged the bag of oats into the house very happily. He looked up at Powell and smiled, revealing his teeth-deprived mouth and said, "Master, what do you want us to do?"

"Help me transport some goods from the north to deal with the searches along the way. I know you have carriages that specialize in transporting patients with diseases, and you can run around without any obstacles in the country. Just run once, and I will give you ten gold coins."

This reward is unimaginable compared to the usual income of the corpse collector, but the hunchbacked corpse collector smiled without thinking: "Master, there are intercepting levels everywhere in and outside the city.

We are happy to help you, but the prepaid bag of oats is not enough. You can't do the work when you're hungry, so you have to be more generous."

Powell's face turned cold and he was angry when he stared at the ugly face of the hunchbacked corpse collector. But the other party did not give in at all. It was obvious that he had made up his mind not to slaughter the waste, and the 100 gold coins afterwards were not as good as the one gold coins beforehand.

Powell had to pay two more gold coins as deposits, and the two sides agreed on a subsequent meeting time. But when he left the hunchbacked corpse collector said to other companions:
Chapter completed!