Reincarnated into a Game As the Hero’s Friend

Chapter 220.2

“I know this is a very strange order.” (Welner)

“I don’t think it’s strange at all.” (Bierstedt)

Well, in a way, he was right. My main goal was just to request someone to transport goods. I was going to use Zeavert’s supplies, but the current trading company that handled the territory’s transportation of goods was busy with other matters, so I lost my chance and had to get someone to transport the supplies from another territory.

“And while we’re at it, I will also let you in on another profitable deal.” (Welner)

“Yes?” (Bierstedt)

“I want you to buy grass to be used as fodder in the Coltrezis territory or on any nearby territory to Coltrezis. I want you to do it discreetly, so that no other businesses would notice.” (Welner)

“Sounds good.” (Bierstedt)

The warhorse was a large, strong horse with a big appetite, so the food it consumed was not negligible. A cavalry of 10,000 horses would require “absolutely impossible to procure on the spot” kind of grass.

It was also important that fodder was of good quality, so as not to compromise with valuable horses’ health. All in all, it was better to arrange for good quality fodder ahead of time.

“Hoh.” (Bierstedt)

If Farlitz or Coltrezis were planning military action, they wouldn’t sell their supplies, including grass. In other words, that in itself would be a sign regarding war preparations not only with Coltrezis but with Farlitz as well. That’s my main goal, and Bierstedt probably understood it.

“Yes. I’ll talk to my merchant friends there as well.” (Bierstedt)

“Please.” (Welner)

“There are many nobles who want to have relations with the Viscount, so if I tell them about the Bicorn Horn, they will be more willing to cooperate with us.” (Bierstedt)

“I’m not trying to be famous.” (Welner)

I whined, but I wondered if it was too late. After making arrangements to deliver a letter I wrote to my father in the royal palace, I moved to Rafed’s store.

The manner in which Rafed greeted me was as exaggerated as in a stage play, but I was afraid that I was becoming accustomed to it.

Rafed offered me a cup of tea, and I said my thanks after accepting it.

“This is an unusual tea.” (Welner)

“Yes, it is. A fine tea from Restlaga.” (Rafed)

I got an uneasy expression on my face when I heard the name of that country. I couldn’t help but ask a series of questions.

“Do you still have contacts that could procure this?” (Welner)

“Relationships as a merchant are surprisingly difficult to break. Besides, information about my connection to the Viscount will be very pleasing to the other party.” (Rafed)

The fact that he wasn’t hiding his intention to use my name may not be a bad thing, but I wanted to ask him not to say such outrageous things so casually.

“Are they talking about me in other countries, too?” (Welner)

“In Restlaga, they seem to be thinking about how to buy your hospitality. And in Salznach, I heard that they were talking good about how the Hero was furious with the Viscount.” (Rafed)

“Why did they think so?” (Welner)

“I don’t know the details, but I heard that they find the Viscount’s fighting style cowardly, and that he’s not even worthy of the nobility.” (Rafed)

“Well, whatever.” (Welner)

At least they were aware that I was not a typical noble. I also admit that I wasn’t always acting like a noble. To tell you the truth, noble etiquette was a pain in the neck for me.

Even in my previous life in the Middle Ages, etiquette was troublesome. In the late Muromachi period in Japan, there were even rules such as, “When eating rice cakes, you must eat with your back rounded, and when eating rice noodles, you must eat with your back straight”.

And they laughed at those who did not know or did not follow the manners they had decided on their own and considered them as “ignorant”. Simply put, most court nobles and aristocrats were of a bad character.