"Cost?" Duke Otto almost cursed when he heard this word, "The Pirate Kingdom is invading our country, do you actually have to calculate the cost first?"

"At any time, cost is the most important thing. Especially this time, we are facing the 'Triumph'." Freavone returned calmly, "We heard that the 'Triumph' evaporated the entire village of Brizania in an instant. This should not be a rumor, right?"

Otto's Duke's voice suddenly became lower: "It's not a rumor. But it may not be the Triumph..."

"From the perspective of strength, only the Triumph is the only one who can do this, right? I also heard that Triumphphpher has completely seen through your plan and robbed you of the team that transported military supplies three times in a row. Is this true?"

Freavone's words hit the key point of Duke Otto. Duke Otto lowered his head and stopped talking.

"So, what's the result of this 'rally'?" Freavone asked again.

Duke Otto slapped the chair hard.

"Those cowards...when they heard that the Triumph had seen through our plan to raid the Pirate Kingdom, they were so scared that they all had to wet their crotch and could not count on them at all."

Speaking of this, Duke Otto raised his head with a glimmer of hope.

"So, Freavone, if you can help me..."

Freavene shrugged: "Since that's the case, we can't help you."

"Freavone, have you really thought it through?" Duke Otto said in surprise: "Let the 'Triumph', you don't want to do business well in the future!"

"So after we go back this time, we will send people to Stad to inquire about the news. If possible, we will reach a deal with the 'Triumph' and pay some tribute to some funds regularly every month in exchange for peace in my caravan."

Duke Otto couldn't help but curse: "Treasure? Are you serious? Even if she agreed, it would be a very huge expense if it goes on for years! Have you really calculated the cost?"

"Yes, it would be a huge expense. When I think of this, my heart started to hurt. I think all the merchants in Hamburg City are in the same mood as me. But that can at least ensure the peace of our business. But if we support you, we will not only lose all our money, but also lose our family."

"The family is destroyed? Are you also afraid of the 'Triumph'? She has only sent a small army now, so are you going to surrender?"

"Then why haven't you dealt with this small army now? Not even a small war? Duke Otto, we are not fools. We had hope at first, but we have seen through it now-you nobles are also afraid of the 'Triumph'!"

Every word from Freavone hit the keys of Duke Otto.

"I think it's not only the city of Hamburg that thinks. A few months ago, Lübeck's merchants thought the Federation could be their backer and dared to go to Triumph to ask for debts. But now, they are so scared that they are running back from Gotland!"

Duke Otto stopped talking.

Looking at the Duke of Otto like this, Freavene added lightly: "Duke of Otto, I know that you have always been a calm person and will not do things because of impulse. There is one thing I advise you--not only merchants need to care about costs. In many cases, you nobles need it even more."

"…What do you mean?"

"I think the enemy you want to deal with should not be the only 'Triumph'?"

"Of course not! The biggest enemy of the Federation is the Earl of Ile-de-France! It would be fine if you let the pirate kingdom be allowed to do so. The Tianfang Empire only sent an envoy, and he bowed down and turned the Almani Federation into a vassal state of the Tianfang Empire. It was simply a waste!"

"We are just merchants and do not care who is the vassal of the Almani Federation. But the Abraham Orthodox Church... they actually think that loan sharks are evil. It's okay to just say it, but they even issued large amounts of low-interest loans. This is completely incomparable to our money. I think it's not just us, but Duke Otto, your plan to acquire land has also been somewhat affected, right?"

Duke Otto was a smart man. Before Freavone could continue to speak, he understood Freavone’s intention: “You mean… let me form an alliance with the 'Triumph’ and attack the Count of Ile-de-France and the Orthodox Church of Abraham?”

From the change of Duke Otto's expression, Freavene knew that he had been attracted by the proposal. He smiled and said, "We need a leader who is brave enough to expel the Abraham Orthodox Church. If you do this, our Hamburg merchants will stand firmly on your side - CEO, Otto."

The meeting with Duke Otto was over. Freavene rested overnight under the Duke of Anglia. When it was dawn, he and his entourage dressed as peasants and set out on the way back to Hamburg.

The carriage may be targeted by the "Triumph", and all can only walk. But Freavone was a little fat, and asking him to walk to Hamburg for a few days like an ordinary farmer was equivalent to killing him. In this case, he chose to play a patient so that he could let his entourage carry him back on a stretcher without giving passers-by suspicion.

Compared to the carriage, this "means of transportation" are not only more bumpy, but also have to be exposed to wind and sun, which makes Freavone complain. Thanks to this, he is more like a patient.

"Why are you walking slowly next to you?" He cursed a follower under him. Two people were enough to carry the stretcher. In his eyes, the rest were wasting time in nothing. "I paid to hire you! Go to work! Run back to Hamburg City! Get me a carriage! Then prepare honey water and run back to bring me drinks! Oh, I'm so thirsty..."

However, the unlucky entourage was not strong enough to support him to run all the way to Hamburg and then run back. Freavone arrived outside Hamburg and scolded the entourage again, and deducted 10% of his salary.

Freiavine was immediately excited when he got into the carriage and drank honey water. A entourage handed him a plate of grapes from the car window. He picked up one and ate it, spitting out the grape seeds at will, and then said to the entourage: "I will go to Stad to visit the 'Triumph' in a few days. Go and buy me a gift."

"How much is it worth?" asked the follower.

"It doesn't matter how much money it costs, but it must be rare and precious. In order to gain the favor of the Triumph, this gift must not be careless!"

Freavone picked up another grape and signaled the carriage to move forward. The coachman whipped his whip and made the carriage rush around Hamburg. A girl walked hard by the road with a bag of radish. Seeing the carriage coming, she hurriedly wanted to hide, but in a hurry, she fell away, but the bag of radish was crushed by the carriage.

"Tubaozi, this is Lord Freavone's carriage. Stay away next time!"

The coachman threw this sentence and the carriage ran away without a trace.
Chapter completed!