Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 445 444. The Empire in the Eyes of the Abin People

"I'm not a Nilfgaardian!"

A man with a pheasant tail feather pinned to his velvet hat muttered impatiently. By the way, after muttering, he spat into the swirling water at the rear of the barge.

"Look, a guy who claims to be a Nilfgaardian won't do what I do. Drink up."

As he spoke, he leaned his elbows on the railing of the barge and spat further, gesturing to the person who had just asked him.

Lan En, Gede, and Regis stood not far from him.

The high-level vampire took out a handkerchief from his shoulder bag and wiped it on his M-shaped hairline.

"This gentleman who claims to be 'not a Nilfgaardian', the wind and waves are high right now, and I'm a little unsure whether the water spray from the stern of the boat or your saliva just hit me in the face. In other words, we can Be a little more civilized?”

This barber doctor's education always amazed Lan En and Gerd. Even in this case, his tone was slow and unhurried.

The man in the velvet hat smiled sheepishly at Regis, and then led his traveling companion to move aside.

In fact, we couldn't move too far, after all, the barges crossing the Yaruga River were always extremely crowded.

"Hey, Regis." Gede stretched his head from the side. "Although I'm a little embarrassed to say this, I just wanted to continue listening to him."

"Indeed!" Lan En also stretched out his head. The three of them were at the edge of the fence, so Lan En had to stretch his head further than Ged in order for Regis to see him.

"To be able to show the difference between the Nilfgaardians and other people in such a concise and concise form, I am full of expectations for this person's attainments in the art of language."

Regis scratched his head. Although Lan En had put on his hood again, he could still imagine the interesting face under the hood.

"You two, if you still want to listen, why don't you use your talents?"

The high-level vampire said helplessly.

"That's what we're about to do." Ged closed his eyes, which tilted his witcher senses toward hearing.

"I'm just worried that you won't listen." Lan En agreed.

"No, that's the only thing you don't have to worry about." Regis said helplessly.

As a result, the three people once again heard the 'eloquent talk' of the man in the velvet hat just now at a distance that would not be 'affected'.

"Your home is in Abin, and the goods you buy come from Abin. After you sell the goods, the money must be remitted to the bank in Abin."

The traveling companion of the man in the velvet hat spoke with a wealth of knowledge.

"Although I am a Brugue, we have traveled together several times, and we know each other. You are an Ebin, that is, a person from the Nilfgaard Empire, a subsidiary state of Ebin. I call you Nilfgaard. Are people at fault?”

"Don't call me that!"

The man in the velvet hat seemed to be insulted and retorted fiercely.

The three of them heard the sound of the pheasant's tail feathers scraping against the wooden fence of the barge. It seemed that the man was so excited that he even took off his hat.

"What do you know? Do you think you can call yourself a Nilfgaardian by living in the territory of Nilfgaard? Let me tell you, Yankee. People who were born on the banks of the Alba River and around the Golden Tower City Only then can one be called a 'Nilfgaardian'."

"Want to call yourself a Nilfgaardian? Humph, why don't you look at the mud pit you were born in? Are you worthy?"

He was obviously saying things that were mocking his own origin, but under the yin and yang of the man in the velvet hat, he actually made people hate those 'real' Nilfgaardians.

There was a lot of noise on the boat.

The horses huddled in the middle of the barge snorted, their hooves clattering on the deck. The ship's hull is located in the middle of the water, shrouded in dense fog. The bow of the barge parted the green duckweed on the water.

None of this can hinder the hearing of three people.

The voice of the man in the velvet hat continued.

"You know, I'm a businessman in Ebin. But aren't you curious? There are only a few things I can sell: raw agricultural products and handicraft raw materials. Why do you think I only have these things to sell? "

"Can't you understand, Yankee? How can you possibly understand the methods of the Merchant Union Headquarters in the City of Golden Towers?"

The man in the velvet hat snorted angrily.

"That's because we no longer have handicraft industry in Ebin! Cheap handicraft products from the 'real' Nilfgaard region are sold to Ebin unscrupulously. There are no tariffs and no local product protection policy. They have shipped them all the way here. The products are better and cheaper than our local products! Who will buy local products anymore?”

"Now, Ebin can only transport food and raw materials to Nilfgaard. Originally, my goods were also transported to Nilfgaard, but I just hate them and would rather go a long way to sell things to the north. .”

After this, there is no nutrition in the following words.

The man in the velvet hat was advised by his traveling companions to keep his mouth shut. After all, the Nilfgaardian espionage system was as famous as their military system.

Although the man in the velvet hat was still unhappy, it had been such a long time, and Ebin had been annexed by Nilfgaard for more than 20 years. He has already passed the period of greatest psychological fluctuations, and now he is just pricking out of habit.

Soon, the conversation between the two of them turned to a good bathhouse in Brugg and its hot and unrestrained waiters.

"Uh, I have to admit I didn't understand."

Gede looked at Regis and Lan with some confusion.

When the conversation on the opposite side of Xiasan Road started, the three people here also ended their "listening to the corner".

"Isn't it a good thing that cheap goods are flooding into the country? Why does this guy talk like it's a disaster?"

"Well, this is indeed a bit difficult to explain." Regis pinched his chin with his index finger and thumb, looking thoughtful and cautious.

"Oh, please don't get me wrong, Gede. I don't understand it as much as you do. I'm just thinking about how to explain it so that you can understand the concept of 'commodity dumping' and the harm it brings."

The tall and powerful bear demon hunter opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he realized that he really didn't understand what 'commodity dumping' meant, so he had no choice but to shut his mouth again. .

On the other side, Lan En's elbows were leaning on the wooden railing. His fingers unconsciously clasped a piece of wood on the railing and played with it on his finger pads. A pair of cat eyes stared at the swirling water surface.

Before today, he thought that the Nilfgaard Empire was a Western version of the Qin Empire. After all, it sounded like a lofty ambition to unify the continent.

It's just a bit of a Western flavor of theocracy.

But why are the citizens of the subject countries chattering for a while? This does not look like the Great Qin Empire that wants to unify the world. Instead, it looks like an empire that is looking for colonies everywhere, and then dumps goods to follow the industrial scissors.

It's just that because the colonies are geographically connected to him, instead of being spread overseas like the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets, Lan En has this illusion of being like the Great Qin Empire.

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