Rudolph asked Rodney to send Maxiu, who fainted, to the tent. Some of these mercenaries knew basic herbal knowledge and found herbs in the forest to apply them to Maxiu's wounds. However, when the mercenary was about to bandage Maxiu's wounds with a piece of dirty linen, Rudolph stopped him.

"Do you want him to die of infection? Go find a clean linen, then boil the water in a pot, throw the linen into it and boil it, and then bandage it after it is dried." Rudolph said to the mercenary.

"It's so troublesome. We're just bandaging it directly, and some people even sew it directly with needles and threads." Rodney said in confusion. He thought Rudolph was the kind of person who hid in the manor and had never been exposed to war.

"Do as I said, and in the future, the needle and thread of the wound should be placed in the tongs and boiled." But Rudolph knew that on the battlefield, soldiers often died from fighting, but more of wound infection.

"Uh, it's Lord Rudolph." This was the first time Rodney saw Rudolph so persistent about something, so he had to nod.

After settling down, Rudolph did not stop his plan. A rumor circulated in the town of Lorraine. The rumor that aristocrats and merchants were stocking up olive oil because a prince from the East was looking for olive oil. In the East, olive oil was a favorite pleasure product of the nobles, and the price was comparable to silk.

"Have you heard it?" On the third day of the guild every week, the guild handicraftsmen and merchants gathered together. They sat on the three-layer wooden benches in the guild office, put their round cake-shaped hats on their knees, and whispered to each other.

For businessmen, the guild gathering is a very good time to shout information and information, so the most famous one this week is the olive oil incident.

"You are talking about olive oil, of course, everyone knows it." A grain merchant curled his lips. This information is really well known to everyone.

"It's not about olive oil, it's Mr. Nord who threw out the killer and chased that Maxiu." But the textile workshop owner shook his head, he lay on the other party's shoulder and said to the grain merchant.

"What's the pursuit of Maxiu?" The grain merchant opened his eyes wide. Although everyone in the Lorraine Guild knew that Maxiu was helping Mr. Nord do those dirty things, no one would say it. At the same time, Maxiu was like Nord's invisible hand. Now Nord is going to cut off his hand. What happened?

"Right, I swear in the name of Virgin Mary that this matter is definitely related to the olive oil incident." The textile workshop owner smiled proudly. He believed that without sufficient benefits, Nord would not be able to cut off his right hand.

"Maxiu is a very good subordinate just for olive oil." The grain merchant was a little regretful. Nord's ability to become the leader of the guild was not only financial resources, but also threats from secret villains, and the best among the villains was Maxiu.

"So, there must be something that impresses Nord profits enough," the textile workshop owner continued.

"Everyone stood up." While the merchants were whispering to each other, the recorder sitting behind the wooden table stood up and said loudly.

"Boom~~." All the merchants and handicraftsmen calmed down. They stood up and saw the side door of the guild office open. The guild leader Nord bent down with difficulty, lowered his head and walked in through the side door. The guild leader was opposite everyone, and the seat was slightly higher than the recorder behind him.

"Start!" The guild leader Nord wore an iron pendant around his neck. This pendant symbolized his position as the guild leader, but he did not look very good when he received the news that Ma Xiu was not dead.

"Then, we need to re-convene the quantity and price of iron products this quarter." The recorder looked at the petition on the parchment and read in turn. According to the management of the guild assembly, the merchants who made the petition would claim their own requests and then ask Nord to make a ruling.

As time passed by little by little, Nord seemed particularly impatient, but as the leader of the guild, he had to complete the ruling of the assembly, which was his duty.

"The last item is the limit of the output of olive oil." At this time, the recorder looked at the people participating and almost lowered his voice. However, this should have been the most inconspicuous practice in previous years, but at this time it seemed like a big stone in the calm lake.

"Coax~~." Suddenly, the originally quiet conference hall was like a beehive that exploded, and the buzzing sound was endless.

"Quiet, quiet." Nord had to pat the wooden fence in front of him hard to keep the people in the conference hall quiet.

"Mr. Nord, is it true that there is a prince from the East who is purchasing olive oil?" the grain merchant stood up and asked with some excitement, because he was too excited, with rose-red spots on his cheeks.

"This is a rumor, nonsense." Nord splattered everywhere and slapped the low wooden fence in front of him, which made a crunching sound.

"But many people saw that an Oriental bought a lot of olive oil." The textile workshop owner also stood up and said loudly to Nord.

"Ha, it's really nonsense. There are only devils in the East. Are you seeing the devil?" Nord curled his lips and said to the others.

However, Nord's remarks could not stop people's imagination. Moreover, olive oil vendors did buy a lot of olive oil, and even once caused a riot to the guild office because of uneven distribution of gold coins. This was something that happened in public, so the merchants were even more intriguing.

"The meeting ended." Seeing that the situation in the conference room was no longer controlled, Nord hurriedly ended the meeting and stood up and left, but there were still noisy discussions behind him.

"Ah, where am I?" Maxiu woke up from his coma. He was confused and saw the top of a tent. It was obvious that he was lying in the tent. Only then did he remember that he was chased by the villain sent by Nord and fled all the way to Rudolph's camp.

"Sir Rudolph, he is awake." Rodney just opened the curtain of the tent. Seeing Ma Xiu awakened, he quickly turned around and shouted to Rudolph and others.

"Oh, has he woken up?" Rudolph walked in with a smile. Ma Xiu looked at Rudolph who was walking in and secretly complained in his heart. He was indeed fooled by this young nobleman.

"It seems that his body has recovered well." Sergeant Taylor looked at Ma Xiu, who was originally covered in bruises but now he is quickly awakening, and could not help but praise him. This kind of low-looking guy has tenacious vitality that is different from ordinary people.

"How about it, my friend, are you willing to say something to me now?" Rudolph stepped forward and squatted down with a smile, patted Maxiu's shoulder with his hand, and said to him.

"Mr. Rudolph, I can tell you everything I want to know, but I need you to swear with your family and reputation and will protect me." Maxiu was not a fool either. He knew that he was forced to this point and was completely careless about Rudolph's fool, but no noble would do it like Rudolph.

"Ha, Maxiu, do you think you are still qualified to negotiate with me? I saved your life. If I throw you back to Lorraine's town now, I believe someone will come to you soon?" Rudolph was not anxious. He stood up and sighed, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait, wait." Maxiu hurriedly called Rudolph, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Now he felt his helplessness and slaughter.

"Very good, Rodney put on his clothes, and then we slowly listened to Matthew's story while eating." Rudolph Rodney ordered first.

The next day, something strange happened in the town of Lorraine. A housewife came to the market as usual. Her husband was a leatherist, but she was a little tricky about food. He liked to eat olive oil with chickpeas, so the olive oil in the housewife's house was always consumed very quickly.

"What to buy?" The vendor at the market waved his hands and drove away the flies flying above the stall, while enthusiastically selling them to the housewife.

"I have to buy some olive oil." The housewife said to him as she looked down at the vendor's goods.

"What, buy olive oil?" The vendor laughed out loud when he heard it, as if he had heard a terrible joke.

"Madame Mary, why do you laugh at me as an old lady? Have you never bought olive oil?" The housewife frowned. She was forty years old and was not very old, but the lifespan of people in the Middle Ages was relatively short, and the hard work seemed much older than that of the older.

"I said you may not know! No one has bought olive oil anymore, and everyone is stocking up." The vendor looked around and said to the housewife in a low voice.

"Is there something wrong with my ears or are you being bewitched by the devil?" The housewife didn't believe that olive oil is the most basic daily product for civilians, and no one would hoard it at all.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that your news is not very good enough. The merchants of the guild are all taking action. They are buying olive oil at a high price, because I heard that a prince from the East was invited to attend His Majesty's banquet. He wanted to buy a lot of olive oil and return to his own country, that country that produces silk." The vendor said to the housewife.

"What, is this kind of thing?" The housewife was shocked. All this was beyond her imagination. Even the things that only appeared in the mouth of the bard have now become reality.

"Yes, if you have olive oil in your house, then congratulations, the prince of the East will soon exchange silk and gold." The vendor said to the housewife with a smile.
Chapter completed!