The negotiations with the Algo tribe went smoothly. Due to the emergence of the Spanish phalanx, the business of Swiss mercenaries was much worse, and they no longer had the reputation of Swiss mercenaries for a century, so they could only work hard to farm for a living.

Of course, it is not to say that Swiss mercenaries are useless. These werewolfs are like sharp knives. Once they form a scale, they can directly break through the weak musket line. Even if they are as strong as the English Army, they have to be defeated.

Due to the sluggish market, the prices of the entire mercenaries have plummeted, so Charlie only needs thirty pounds per person and hired nearly 300 warriors from the Algo tribe.

In other words, Charlie needs to pay 3,000 pounds to this 300 mercenary every year.

In order to avoid future trouble, Charlie said directly: "To be honest here, the destination I hired is mainly in the New World, which is why I paid such a high price."

Thirty pounds, which is the highest price for mercenaries at present, is the salary level of the middle class in Paris for a year, and an ordinary tailor can only be ten pounds and two hundred francs a year.

For the Swiss who had never received business for a long time, it was simply too rich, so even in the face of the wild land that people rumored, the Algo tribe agreed.

This is much better than farming.

"Yes, my sir, this is the most satisfying price!" The man who was blowing the balls and cold was the leader of the entire Algo tribe. His name was Mark. He was a strong and experienced mercenary leader. He heard that he had ten years of war experience.

"Whether in the Alps, in swamps, or crossing the ocean to the New World, the tradition of Swiss mercenaries has always been loyal to their employers and is not picky about the region!"

The man's face showed a scent of wind and frosty breath. He patted his hairy chest heavily and said in a deep voice.

Charlie believed in this, and in addition to his strong combat power, his loyalty has always been talked about by everyone.

They believe in one truth: the more money they give, the higher their loyalty. After taking the money, they will basically not betray them again. On the contrary, they will not be afraid of death when fighting, never surrender, or turn against each other in the face of the battle, which is worthy of guarantee.

The Holy See has long hired Swiss mercenaries to serve as guards. Among the French Imperial Guards, there is also an elite Swiss guard to protect His Majesty the King of France.

For example, in the later French Revolution, in order to protect Louis XVI and Queen Margaret's evacuation, Swiss mercenaries sacrificed 786 people and never retreated.

"However, before reaching an agreement, there is a prerequisite!"

"If we meet fellow countrymen on the battlefield, we will never participate in the war!"

"I understand, this is your tradition!" Charlie nodded in agreement.

Swiss mercenaries have a tradition of not killing their fellow countrymen, and have a rare unity in this era. Perhaps this is formed by resisting the nobles and monastery forces! What a poor Switzerland needs is unity.

In America, I'm afraid I'll encounter Hesse mercenaries.

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Paris, with hundreds of mercenaries, Charlie finally felt relieved and came to Paris with a swagger.

He was greeted by Anderson, the vampire's subordinate, and Kevin Portland, the former patriarch of the Portland family. After explaining his plans, Charlie was going to see Wells Fargo, which he spent tens of thousands of pounds.

On the Champs Relics Street, ordinary people don’t feel that they can’t see anything, but the nobles and rich people who often hang out realize that this place is different from the past.

On the street, a cafe suddenly fell down, a bank got up, and then it opened quietly, extremely inconspicuous.

Paris is not short of banks. Tens of thousands of nobles and bureaucrats have made Paris' banking industry flourish and become the leader of the entire France. It is not surprising that one more bank is added.

But on this day, many people gathered at the entrance of this small bank, lined up with long snake-like queues. People, poor or rich, were crowded and kept looking around, with excitement on their faces and chattering non-stop.

"Man, is there anything special about this bank?" The young tailor Paul looked around. His short figure made him suffer a little. Looking at the crowded bank entrance, he was confused.

Just a bank, there is nothing to see, Paris is everywhere.

"You don't know!" The man who was disturbed by him glanced at the tailor who was dressed pretty well. His face slowly slowed down and said to the tailor: "I heard that this Wells Fargo can transfer money from other places. Twenty cities such as Lyon, Rouen, Marseille, Nantes, Bordeaux, Diep, Le Havre have branches, which can transfer money, which only costs one percent!"

"Is this true?" The little tailor who lives in Marseille was instantly happy and couldn't wait to ask. He came to Paris as a tailor apprentice since he was a child. Now he is twenty years old, but he has not returned to Marseille for five years. His elder brother and his parents live in poverty. He hopes to send some money to go back and improve his family's life.

"Of course, it started two days ago and could be transferred to Paris elsewhere. A noble master tried it and received the remittance from the housekeeper!"

"Yes, brother, it's very convenient. Even the nobles are not afraid of. What are we afraid of? I'm here to send money home today!" Aside, a man in ordinary clothes suddenly interrupted, with an excited look on his face jumping.

"I heard that you don't have to pay for saving money here!"

"Also, this one can be saved even if it is a shilling."

Hearing these rumors in his ears, Barr instantly grabbed the twenty francs in his pocket.

This was his monthly salary. He was originally going to come to Champs Relics Street to be casual, but when he thought of his parents' hardship, he felt a little upset and stood resolutely behind the long queue and lined up.

"Your Highness, your plan is really amazing. Our bank is really full of customers!" Seeing the endless publicity of the "customers", General Manager Gerald instantly admired Prince Charlie. For the first time, he knew that he could do this.

"We are afraid of the deep alleys when the wine is fragrant. We need to take the initiative to promote it. Only by actively telling the benefits of short-sighted civilians can we attract more customers!"

Looking at a long snake-like team in front of the bank, Charlie smiled on his face, and Gerald, who was beside him, nodded thoughtfully.

"Only with insects, big fish will be attracted. At that time, it will be the real harvest time!" After sighing, Charlie instructed the general manager to be careful of the open and secret arrows of other banks. Jealousy is easy to blind our eyes.

The bank was on track, and Charlie felt relieved.

The ships gradually left the bustling and lively port of Marseille, France's largest port city, a monster. It is luxurious, but poor, advanced and backward, and is a concentrated French.

Facing the sea breeze and feeling the salty smell of the Mediterranean, Charlie felt a lot of emotion. Compared with the Atlantic Ocean, the Mediterranean is simply a lake, calm and with few waves.

On the side, the girl Mari was standing there pretty, wearing a white long dress fluttering with the sea breeze, raising her proud figure, pursing her red lips, her delicate face was calm and she exuded a breath of being unaware of the stranger, and she looked very ladylike.

She did not interfere with Charlie's move to hire Swiss mercenaries. Instead, she silently supported him and followed him without any disdain, which made him feel a lot.

In this world, how many women can support a man in this way without regrets, and the sustenance of a family cannot be fully interpreted.
Chapter completed!