Chapter 42: The First Business of Niubao (Page 2/2)

At lunchtime, the poet lady sat down next to Frank and calculated the remuneration for him with great interest. There was still sweat on her face from riding a horse all the time.

"Here in the traveler's camp, there are nine people willing to pay, five crowns each, a total of forty-five crowns." "

Here in the local villagers, including the villagers living on both sides of the bridge, there are three villages in total, each village is willing to pay twenty crowns to hire you to complete this commission."

"And the noble lord who rules here, Viscount Fordran, is willing to pay fifty crowns to avoid sending out his own army and wasting more money."

After calculating this, Priscilla smiled, and her beautiful and lovely face was full of joy.

She said to Frank in a rather proud tone:

"Hey, Frank, I ran around all day yesterday and persuaded at least twenty different people."

"As long as you drive away or kill the trolls on the bridge and ensure that they no longer interfere with the normal operation of the bridge."

"You can get a full 155 crowns, which is a considerable reward. I studied at Oxenford College for six years, and the tuition fees added up are not that much."

After listening to Priscilla's calculations, Frank nodded with satisfaction, clapped his hands, and expressed sincere appreciation for the poet lady.

The demon hunter and the bard are indeed a perfect match. There are stories and propaganda, people who do practical things, and people who handle interpersonal relationships. It is simply a match made in heaven.

"You did a great job, Priscilla."

"How about this, when I complete this commission, twenty-five crowns will be your reward."

"After our detective agency is established, we will sign a formal cooperation contract, and the specific distribution shares will be discussed in detail at that time."

"What do you think?"

The crown gold coin is not as good as the orens. As the official currency issued by Novigrad, the largest trading city in the north, the crown has always been the one with the strongest purchasing power among many northern currencies.

The current exchange rate on the market is that one crown is equal to four orens, and one hundred and fifty-five crowns are equal to six hundred and twenty orens.

It is enough for the bounty of several griffins.

A few years later, during the Nilfgaard War, due to the death of King Foltest of Temeria, one crown could be exchanged for about six or even eight orens, which is amazing value.

You know, the legendary demon hunter Geralt the White Wolf, the most valuable commission he received in his life is probably the three thousand orens when he rescued Princess Adda.

Frank was able to get more than 600 Auren in reward from an ordinary task, which was already extremely generous, and the poetess's efforts were indispensable.

Of course, this was also due to the guidance of the old man Frank, which was a special case.

If the traveler, the local villagers, and the noble lords were to come together and pay together according to the custom of the wizarding world, then the income would probably be reduced to one-half or even one-third, and it would basically be impossible to exceed one hundred crowns.

Only by taking advantage of the information gap and the difficult communication conditions to collect money from these three employers separately can such a good effect be achieved.

This is also a little training that Frank intended to give to Priscilla. Within a reasonable range, trying to make more money requires thinking, rather than blindly following the rules.

Now, the remuneration has been negotiated.

After lunch, Frank, under the gaze of everyone, slowly walked towards the Troll Bridge, which had been closed for four days.

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Now is the new book period, I can’t update more because of the recommendation issue. I will update more after it is on the shelves, muah!)