themonasnovels Chapter 51 The Wolf Clan's Great Liquor Capacity
Chapter 51 The Wolf Clan's Great Liquor Capacity
Although a lot of military supplies have been requisitioned in the past two days, Frost can still manage to get a thousand gold coins if he grits his teeth.
If this technology could also be sold to other lords...
The Duke of Frostmok alone has dozens of vassals under his command, not to mention the countless vassals throughout the entire empire.
As long as ten lords are willing to buy, even if each transaction only sells for a thousand gold coins, Frost will still receive five thousand gold coins!
How many years will it take to break even?!
Do not! !
Make money every time you trade!
...
The lights illuminated the hall, but could not dispel the doubt in Xinghui Chaofan's eyes.
Brad stared at Richard.
He looked very serious.
"Richard, why are you making such a big concession? This is really illogical."
As a lord who ruled this harsh land for decades, he had witnessed far too many transactions involving poison disguised as honey.
If this technology is real and can indeed be sold for 10,000 gold coins, then why doesn't he go to those wealthy territories to sell it, but instead sells it to Frost at a 90% discount?
The southern part of the empire is not only so fertile that you could squeeze oil out of it, but its borders also extend to the elves and dwarves.
Just by trading with other races, they can make a fortune every year. A small baron's territory can generate tens of thousands of gold in profit annually, which is incomparable to the barren territories of the North.
not to mention.
The fact that the other party subdued the Rock Armored Earth Dragon was already strange, although it was very likely a reward from the Earl for his research into new technologies.
but.
Now, Frostforge is offering this farming technology, along with a 90% price reduction and a share of the profits...
this...
Like an icy sea shrouded in frigid mist...
Eerie and dangerous!
...
Lucy was jolted awake by her father's words. The ecstasy in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a wariness that was beyond her years.
"Richard, do you have any unspoken conditions, such as asking Frost to send a large force to help Chiffon with its construction?"
Seeing the father and daughter looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy, Richard couldn't help but chuckle.
"You two are overthinking it. I have no conditions attached."
He stood up.
As he walked to the center of the hall, moonlight streamed through the stained glass windows, illuminating his tall and imposing figure.
"Don't forget, gentlemen. Although I am a baron, it is a lifetime title. If you want Chiffon to become a hereditary territory, you must gain the approval of Earl of the Wolf within three years."
"This means I don't have time to waste on technology sales."
"If I were to go and trade with the lords in the southern part of the empire, I would probably be kicked out as a madman as soon as I asked for 10,000 gold coins."
"Not all lords possess Frost's admirable magnanimity and are willing to listen to me finish."
Richard looked at the Frost father and daughter who were listening intently, and spoke sincerely.
"Moreover, it takes at least six months to see the effects of optimizing and improving farming techniques."
"But it's already late spring. In six months, the Chiffon Wasteland will probably be ready to snow. Even if we get the gold coins, we won't be able to clear the wasteland. This will seriously slow down the construction of Chiffon."
At this point, he turned and pointed to the vast, desolate wilderness outside the window.
"You two should understand how important a thousand gold coins are to a newly established territory. As long as everything goes smoothly, I can still catch up with this year's summer planting and autumn harvest."
"The Frost has been in the North for hundreds of years, and its influence and network are far beyond what I, as a new lord, can match."
"If you sell this technology, it will save me the trouble of traveling around and waste time, and it will also be able to be sold more quickly. This is a win-win situation for both of us."
He turned to look at Brad, a hint of sincerity in his eyes.
"More importantly, as you, Viscount, have always emphasized, the North is too lonely."
"Only by uniting can the lords who are struggling to survive on this bitterly cold land get through the long winter."
"Isn't that right?"
...
Brad had to admit that Richard's words were flawless and his reasons were all reasonable.
However, he did not immediately express his opinion, but remained silent, his fingertips constantly rubbing the armrest, as if he was still thinking.
Richard wasn't in a hurry.
I just quietly looked out the window.
The initial offer of 10,000 gold coins was just to inflate the price of the technology, making it seem more sincere when the price was lowered.
The reason for reducing the amount to 1,000 gold coins was both to quickly convert them into cash and to ensure survival in leaving Frostholdt.
He wasn't so naive as to think that just because he was the fifth son of the Wolf King, Frost wouldn't dare kill him. He had sensed a faint killing intent when Brad unleashed his full aura.
Faced with absolute profit, the Emperor's fist is as weak and powerless as Lina's; otherwise, how could those extravagant lords dare to sell Silver Star crops to the Church of Light on such a large scale?
but.
A thousand gold coins and a share of the profits, plus the wolf skin the other party gave him, are enough to ensure that Frost has at least some rationality and will seriously consider whether to rob or cooperate.
Although this will indeed cost him a lot of money, the Portable Mine mod will be fully loaded tomorrow.
At that time, gold, silver, copper, and iron can be mined at will, greatly reducing financial pressure. The difference between 10,000 and 1,000 coins is really not that big; the only thing lacking is the power to snowball in the early stages.
more importantly.
Frost City is a gateway blocking Chiffon's access to the Empire; if it is not eliminated, the only option is to win it over.
...
Sudden.
Brad threw his head back and laughed, his extraordinary aura instantly vanishing!
Lucy seemed relieved, a smile returning to her face, and she took a sip of her wine.
He asked with a smile:
"Richard, now that you've developed such valuable technology, why are you still so fixated on that harsh, cold land of Chiffon Wasteland?"
She stood up.
The ice crystal patterns on her skirt shimmered in the candlelight as she slowly walked up to Richard, her blue eyes filled with anticipation.
"If you are willing to pledge allegiance to Frost, Frost may also grant you the title of hereditary baron."
"If you want a fiefdom, we can also work on it for you and exchange it with another lord for a better one."
"For example, the lands south or west of the North are not as barren and cold as Chiffon."
"Is that okay...?"
...
As Lucy drew closer, Richard could smell a pleasant, delicate fragrance of frosty roses.
He raised his head slightly, pounded his chest with his right hand, and a wild smile appeared on his lips.
"Miss Lucy, although I was driven from my home by the wolves, I am still a wolf!"
"I belong only to myself!"
This moment.
His unrestrained and flamboyant demeanor was in no way inferior to Lucy's pride when she displayed her Frost talent in the garden!
Lucy stared blankly, then suddenly her lips pursed, revealing her displeasure.
She turned around and went back to her seat, just like a little girl sulking because she didn't get candy.
She twice tried to keep him in Frostfire, and Richard understood her intentions—she simply wanted to use him as a potential husband candidate...
--One of them!
Being the husband of a female heir is no easy task; there's no fairytale romance, only rigorous selection and testing.
In the end, they will have to compete in a life-or-death duel with other candidates, and only the winner can become a guest of honor.
If she didn't have this identity, and if she didn't have to marry into the family, Richard would definitely have made this budding ice rose bloom in its most beautiful and delicate form.
What a pity!