Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Then, Weilin looked at Alcott and said, "Uncle, I want to buy twenty Yunyan fruits in half a year. I wonder if you can get them."

"no problem."

Alcott readily agreed, but then put forward his own conditions: "I will exchange one cloud smoke fruit for ten bottles of ice blue potion, what do you think?"

"Okay." Weilin nodded and said, "I will sell you a thousand bottles of ice blue magic potion to my uncle, two hundred bottles will be used for exchange, and the other eight hundred bottles will be given to you at the price of six gold coins each. This is my compensation to you. ”

"This won't work. You're totally at a disadvantage if you do this," Alcott hurriedly advised.

Verin replied with a smile. "Uncle, I have conditions."

"As long as there are conditions."

Alcott breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that if Welin did this unconditionally, he would not be able to repay the favor in the future.

"You have to keep twenty cloud smoke fruits for me every year."

"no problem."

Alcott readily agreed.

The black-skinned pork pig assists the warriors in their training, and the cloud smoke fruit assists the bronze warriors in their promotion to silver warriors. Together with other resources, within ten years, the number of silver warriors in his army will definitely blind the eyes of others.

Thinking of such a scene, Weilin couldn't help but look forward to it.

After completing the first transaction, Verin, Edgar and Brian completed two orders of 500 bottles of ice blue potion at the price of seven gold coins a bottle.

The three of them were very satisfied with this situation.

Especially Brian, he was very grateful to Verin for taking care of him.

In this business transaction, he was the only one who did not have the resources to use in the transaction.

Afterwards, several people started chatting about all kinds of things, including the analysis of the war in the Ashmang Wasteland, the reaction of the dwarf kingdom in the north, and even the robbery of orichalcum five years ago.

Finally, Verin ordered the tea to be taken away and replaced with strong liquor.

A few people got very drunk, and finally called each other brothers, completely losing the distinction between seniority.

"It's nothing to call me cousin. From now on, I'll call you brother."

"This is what you said, don't go back on it."

Verin swayed, holding Alcott's shoulders, a drunken look on his face.

"That's still false. I think back then I, Alcott, had a bohemian heart, and I could still be false when I said it. From now on, just call me brother."

The four followers standing not far away looked at each other and turned around.

As for the servants, they ran further away. They just wanted to be stupid and heard nothing.

I don’t know what kind of reaction my master will have when he thinks back to this experience after he wakes up.

…

In the afternoon of the next day, Weilin stood up from the bed holding his head, and the scenes from yesterday afternoon kept replaying in his mind.

"In the future, you must not...forget it, let's not say it."

In the middle of Weilin's words, he said that he didn't want to go, even if there was no one else around, it didn't matter if he lied to himself.

However, those images of brothers and sisters emerged, making Weilin instantly feel extremely embarrassed.

At this time, the door to the room was pushed open, and Kyle walked in with meat porridge and placed it on the wooden table next to him.

Smelling the tempting aroma of food, Weilin got up from the bed, sat at the table and started eating.

"My lord, Alcott, Edgar and Brian left one after another this morning."

"By the way, they left in batches." Kyle thought for a while and added.

The image of being brothers appeared in his mind again, making Weilin very ashamed.

"It's better to leave, it's better to leave, otherwise I don't know how to face the three of them."

After a while, several people pretended to have indirect amnesia, and the incident should have passed.

After filling his stomach and handing the dishes to Kyle, Verin found paper and pen and began to calculate the share of the ice blue potion.

After a few minutes, I looked at the various data above and had a rough estimate in my mind.

There are 22,000 bottles of ice-blue potion. Apart from the ones above, there are still 6,500 bottles left.

In March of this year, the three-year business agreement signed by Qixingling and Nankul Chamber of Commerce expired, which means that there will be 6,500 bottles of ice blue potion remaining next year.

Three years ago, he was still thinking about how to use ice blue potion to earn back the resources he invested in the early stage. Unexpectedly, in just two years, he earned back all the resources he invested in the early stage, and achieved pure profit in the third year.

The only thing to blame was that the ice blue potion had such a dazzling pain-relieving and cooling effect that the price kept rising, three times higher than he expected.

"These 6,500 bottles of ice blue potion will be used to make decisions in the future."

Weilin put the paper recording the data into the drawer next to him, then left the bedroom and went out to relax.

…

Time flies by and June is here in a blink of an eye.

As Qixingling's business becomes more and more prosperous, it gradually becomes the commercial center of the northwest region of Cardro Province.

Along with frequent business activities, news spread like wildfire that Devon Hill was also serving as the chief instructor of the Knights of the Star Leader. Correspondingly, there was also a mage college under construction.

In response to this explosive news, the smart and weak nobleman took his outstanding children to pray for the star, regardless of the long journey.

The Knight Academy and the Mage Academy are not unfamiliar terms to the nobles of Cardero Province, but they are a strange place.

Baird, who had just been relaxing for a few days, looked at the official business piled half a meter high with a straight face and didn't know what he was thinking.

Some officials looked at the expressions of their immediate superiors and worked with trepidation, fearing that they would be reprimanded.

"No, one day I will die from exhaustion."

Baird sat at his workstation and thought for a long time, and decided to protest, otherwise he would be busy with official duties all day and had no time to practice.

Casius was about to break through the high-level silver, but he was still stuck in the middle-level silver, and his cultivation had not improved at all in half a year.

After figuring everything out, Baird called two guards and asked them to hold documents and go to the castle.

In the study, Weilin had just returned from the training ground and was sitting in a chair drinking tea leisurely, enjoying the peaceful and tranquil days.

"I have a hunch that I will definitely break through in another year."

It has been almost three years since the last breakthrough. After unremitting efforts, plus a little bit of talent, his strength has been greatly improved, and he is getting closer and closer to the gold level.

It's just that the druid profession has made slow progress, and it is only at the middle-level bronze level now, which is far below his expectations.

But he has a lot of free time and is not in a hurry.

"Knock, knock, knock"

The door of the study was knocked. Weilin put down his legs on the desk, sat upright, and said, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and the half-meter-high file covered the upper body.

By comparing the body shape, Weilin easily identified that this was his chief steward Baird, but he had a bad feeling in his heart.

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