"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I didn't see anything!"

Ella screamed and ran back into the boat. This reaction was so angry that veins burst out from Hestein's head: "Sepia, you--!"

"Your Majesty's meaning is that we should not communicate in public." Amy stopped in front of Hestein, "Your Majesty pretended to be an Aztlander this time to avoid the eyes and ears of the Tianfang Church. When we talked in the port for too long, others knew that the two sides knew each other."

“…So that’s the case.”

Hestein accepted Amy's statement.

"Then I will stay in the tavern near the port, and come to me if you have any questions. Also, be sure to let me be present when you meet the consul of the Allemany Federation."

After saying that, he waved his hand and left with his subordinates.

——"He told me that."

Amy brought the words back to Ella who was hiding on the boat, and Ella couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "He doesn't interfere with us, so don't worry about him for the time being. Let our people gather on the deck!"

Ravi, with war patterns on his face, Sivadon in gray robe, Akutmok in leopard skin, the ten Aztran soldiers brought by Kuatmok, and the merchant who assisted Ella, stood in front of Ella together.

Ella stuffed a letter into the merchant's hand.

"My messenger has communicated with the Duke of Normandy in advance. You can see him with this letter. Discuss him with a time to meet us. To the outside world, it is said that it is to introduce merchants from the Aztland tribe to the Duke of Normandy. Is it okay?"

"It's a simple task. However, King of Sweden, I borrowed the merchant ship for you this time, and it took a long time to delay my business..."

"The market share will be given to you."

"Then I will thank the King of Sweden in advance."

The merchant took the envelope, bowed to Ella, and hurried off the boat.

"The rest of the people, before meeting the Duke of Normandy, you have to accompany me to set up a stall in the market to build momentum for the Duke." Ella glanced at everyone seriously, "Remember, this time, we must attract as many customers as possible, but sell as little as possible!"

"Ah?" Amy was stunned. "No, Your Majesty, I don't want to sell it, but I just have one feather ornament."

"It's not because of you! We have to attract as many customers as possible, make a name for others to know that there is such a caravan so that the Duke will not feel suspicious when he sees us. But the reputation of the caravan cannot be too loud. If you sell too much and attract people from the Tianfang Church to come and buy it, then things will be troublesome! Do you know!"

"Abide by the order! I promise not to sell anything!"

So, this caravan with strange goals began to set up stalls and sell things on the beach in Normandy.

"What a beautiful feather! What a beautiful craft?" A bunch of people gathered in front of the stall of feather jewelry, "Where did this come from the goods? How much does it cost?"

While asking about the price, they held the feather accessories in their hands to play with them, appreciate them, and exclaimed.

The person in charge of the feather jewelry stall was the priest and witch doctor named Sivadon. She was ordered by Amy to protect these feather jewelry, but as a caravan, she couldn't say she wouldn't sell it, and her face was so anxious that she blushed.

"You have to... sell at least ten cocoa fruits!"

"Ten cocoa fruits? What are cocoa fruits?"

"Then...then sell ten iron swords!"

"Iron Sword? We are asking how much money, money!"

"Is the iron sword not good either... Then, avocado? cotton? convert it into corn..."

Compared to this side, the leopard skin stall Ravi was in charge of was much smoother. Although Ravi was young, he had some common sense on the mainland.

"What did you say? You say it again?" The customer pulled the whole leopard skin, unable to believe his ears, "How much does this thing cost?"

Ravi pressed the leopard skin with his hands without any retrenchment and shouted, "Look at the weighing! The weight is as much as the gold is worth!"

"You little brat were crazy before you thought about it?"

"You scold me! That's twice as much gold! Don't sell a penny less!"

"You can't sell anything here for a month!"

"Just as my wish!"

A rich man came out of the crowd, touched the leopard skin, and praised repeatedly: "Although it is expensive, it is indeed a rare good thing. Waiting for heavy gold, right? I bought it!"

"Ah! Why did my reagent bottle fall?"

"Ah! Why did it just splash on the leopard skin?"

"Ah! Why is it just the acid that can corrode the fur?"

After some exaggerated operation, Ravi pulled up the leopard skin that had already grown a large piece of black spots and asked with a smile:

"Do you still want it?"

——"Come and come and see! This is a drink that only real warriors can drink, and we don't sell it to him for ordinary people!"

The hawking sounds of Akutmok and others came from the side, and they were responsible for selling cocoa beans.

In front of the crowd, they skillfully boiled water, ground it, ground the cocoa beans into powder, and then brewed it into a hot drink that they could drink.

To demonstrate, Akutmok drank the grinded cup of hot cocoa in one go, and then punched through a wooden board.

"Come on, come and take a look. This is a drink from the gods. After drinking him, he will immediately be refreshed and have endless strength!"

"Let me try!" "Let me taste!"

People rushed forward one after another.

Akutmok scratched his head: "Sorry, I've finished drinking this cup."

"Grind another cup! Let's taste it!"

So the Aztec warriors skillfully boiled water, ground it, and made it into a hot drink that they could drink.

"Let's toast to the gods!"

At Akutmok's order, several warriors raised their glasses together and drank the hot cocoa once again.

"What are you doing?" People were angry, "Let's leave some for us to taste! Grind us a few more cups!"

Akutmok looked back at the warriors: "Can you still drink it?"

Seeing his subordinates nodding, Akutmok felt proud and waved his hand: "Okay, then let's grind a few more cups!"

——"Amy, look, the business over there is really good."

Ella lay far away on the beach and basked in the sun. Her eyes were covered with two polished emeralds to block the sun. Amy next to her was dressed the same way.

"I don't know how you define a good business... Your Majesty, can I take these two pieces of things on my eyes? Everything I see has become bigger, so uncomfortable."

"No, this is to prevent the sun from stabbing the eyes. This practice first originated from Emperor Nero, very much the Seven Hills Empire!"

In the scorching sun, Ella hummed gently. Her goal today is to make her skin darker and look more like the Aztlan.

"Yeah, Scipio, are you doing a great business here?"
Chapter completed!