It was important to note that the Turris gold coin was the highest denomination currency in the entire Canteru Kingdom. It was named after the founding emperor, Turris the First. One coin was worth five small gold coins, and one small gold coin could be exchanged for six large silver coins, twelve small silver coins, and one small silver coin could be exchanged for twenty copper coins.
According to the current prices, 60 Turris gold coins was an astronomical sum that the commoners didn't even dare to think about. It was enough to buy a large piece of land near the capital and live a prosperous life for several years.
But it was a pity that Andre's current identity was that of a villager. He could never leave this godforsaken place before he accumulated enough military merits. Therefore, even if he had a mountain of gold and silver, it would be useless if he couldn't buy what he wanted.
Currency was a currency because it had a certain purchasing power. However, in a remote place like Lonely Hill Town, there were no large merchant caravans that visited it. Lott also didn't buy much each time. That was why the gold coins that could command the wind and rain in the outside world weren't even as valuable as a bowl of meat soup here.
André's mood instantly soured when he thought about how he might be wasted in Lonely Hill Town for the rest of his life.
He waved his hand impatiently. "Don't give me that. Just tell me how many books I can exchange for.
Also, give me a jar of salt and a jar of honey. The skin is yours too. "
If …
"I do have a book, but it's more specialized 'Introduction to Potioneering'. If you're interested, you can try to learn it yourself.
As for the honey and salt, that's not a problem. You're a regular customer after all. You've sold me quite a few good things in the past two years. "Lott nervously watched the young man's expression, afraid that he would be rejected.
Undamaged ivory had always been the favorite of the upper class. If you added the prefix of the woolly mammoth that lived in the frozen wastelands in the north, its value would instantly increase by several times. It was also priceless in the market. If handled properly, one could sell for five hundred Turris gold coins. It was even faster than robbing people.
André wasn't a simple village boy. He keenly noticed the flash of greed in the fat owner's eyes. According to his experience in society in his previous life, this guy obviously wanted to lower the price.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the right to bargain. This was a typical buyer's market. In the entire town, there was no one else other than this guy in front of him who could walk out of here.
Even though he was unwilling, André decided to swallow his anger. He pretended to be indifferent and shrugged his shoulders. "Alright, but you have to add a crossbow and a quiver. Otherwise, I'd rather burn them in the furnace than sell them."
"Damn it!
A crossbow can be sold for at least 50 Karant small gold coins in Shawen City. You are really treacherous.
Alright, since you're a regular customer. it's a deal! "Lott purposely made his face looked pained, but in his heart, he was already bursting with joy.
If it weren't for the presence of outsiders, he would have taken off all his clothes and done a seductive belly dance.
In fact, the main reason why he was willing to stay in such a remote place all year round was because he could often buy rare plants, high-quality fur, and bones of wild beasts from the mountain people at a low price. These were very common items in the eyes of the mountain people. Once he brought them to the big cities in the plains, he could easily earn a profit of several times or even dozens of times. However, it was the first time he had seen such well-preserved ivory.
Mammoths lived in the cold, frozen wastelands in the north of the forest. Not only were there a large number of orcs and carnivores, but there were also some beasts with supernatural powers. They were monsters that people called magical beasts. Once an ordinary person encountered one, there was no way they could survive. Therefore, mammoths' skin and teeth had always been in high demand. There was no way they could meet the demand.
After finalizing the biggest deal of the year, the fat owner patted his stomach in satisfaction and shouted at the top of his voice, "Bart!
You lazy bum, come out and move the goods.
Also, get Sydney to bring the 'Introduction to Potioneering' and the crossbow from the box. Don't forget to bring a quiver of arrows. "
"I'm coming, I'm coming … I'm tidying up the warehouse!"
An old man who looked to be in his forties or fifties with a weather-beaten face shouted as he pushed open the door and walked out.
When he first saw the huge tusks, he was instantly shocked.
"Oh … My goodness!
This is unbelievable!
André, you've got guts. You actually dared to go to the frozen wastelands to hunt mammoths … "
"Uncle Bart, I didn't go to such a dangerous place. I don't know what happened to this guy. He ran into the Black Forest by himself and I just happened to meet him." The young man smiled shyly as he explained.
Although he was now known as the best hunter in the whole of Lonely Mountain Town, he actually used his intelligence more than the other hunters who used bows, javelins, and traps.
In fact, in this place where information was blocked, the people were generally not very smart. The illiteracy rate was as high as 99.9999%. Most of them relied on their strong bodies and excellent archery skills to hunt small animals such as rabbits, pheasants, foxes, deer, and so on. The real beasts like bears, mammoths, and tigers would definitely be avoided as far as possible.
André had also gone through more than two years of learning to get rid of his embarrassing illiteracy and become the third person in the whole town to be able to read and write the common language of the continent fluently.
Of course, the price he paid was not small. Basically, the precious plants and animal hides that he collected in the wild were sold to Laurent at a discounted price in exchange for all sorts of books.
As someone who came from the era of information explosion, these parchments that emitted a pungent odor were the only things he could use for learning and entertainment.
"The Black Forest isn't a safe place either, especially in this season …" Old Bart mumbled softly as he carried the tusks on his shoulders and walked unsteadily into the house.
The fat boss, Luo Te, followed closely behind and exhorted loudly, "Be careful!
This is a flawless mammoth tusk. If I see even the slightest scratch on it, you can forget about getting a salary in the future! "
Old Bart looked at the boss behind him with a disdainful gaze and mocked, "Tch!
Stingy bastard!
What do you think this is?
This is mammoth tusks!
I can guarantee that you'll be fine even if you use them to knock against a wall. I've seen mammoths use their tusks to knock down red pine trees as thick as thighs. How could they be scratched so easily? "