You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 95 Morey's Brother

No wonder he is his student.

Seth nodded almost imperceptibly. Upholding the lord's dignity was their duty, and the latter's understanding made him quite worry-free.

But business still needs to be discussed.

Seth changed the subject. "How many iron ingots did Mr. Hoss bring this time?"

"This time the quantity is large... Is Morey here too?"

Hoss was disappointed, and then looked at the merchant ships next to him. He recognized the boatmen and guards on those ships.

"Mr. Morey is having lunch with Mr. Roman."

"I've been here twice and haven't seen your mysterious master, yet my brother is able to dine with him?"

Hoss was very dissatisfied.

He felt neglected by this remote town.

He went through countless hardships to transport the iron ingots from Irontree Territory to Sig Town, and on the way he had to cross the turbulent Silver Dragon Canyon. If it weren't for his brothers connecting the wires and building the bridge, he would never have come to this remote and impoverished place.

Now they can't even see the local lord?
Even if he is the son of the Duke of Liejia, he should not be treated so lightly.

Seth's brows furrowed slightly, a subtle movement that more than doubled his solemnity.

His face was deeply lined with wrinkles, and he said in a serious tone, "Mr. Hoss, are you here to discuss business or to meet with Mr. Roman?"

Hoss was taken aback by his attitude, which was like meeting a tutor from his childhood, with an unquestionable sense of authority.

"We're here to do business, of course..." Hoss said, sounding somewhat unsure.

But he felt it should be so.

His ship was flying the flag of Irontree, and this was just a small place; shouldn't we have warmly welcomed him?
"So whether or not you see Lord Roman is not important to you, is it?"

“I have another business to discuss with Lord Roman in person.”

"Oh, do you have any business to discuss with me?"

As the two were talking, a voice drifted over from afar, its tone calm.

Hoss looked toward the source of the sound and saw a young man wearing a linen short-sleeved shirt and trousers. He walked over calmly, with an unusual air about him.

In just a moment, Hoss felt his mind captivated by those incredibly focused crimson eyes.

This is a sign of the split armor bloodline.

He heard a voice from his own heart telling him this.

Hoss had been very dissatisfied, but after seeing Roman, all his dissatisfaction disappeared.

"Lord Roman, I am Hoss Perea, who has brought you the iron ingots."

Roman had come to see Morey off, but he didn't have a good impression of his brother, and said with a snort, "State your demands, Mr. Hoss."

Hoss saw his brother Morey, who was standing next to Roman, but there was nothing to reminisce about at the moment.

He went on to say, "As far as I know, you can produce a kind of honey that is as thick as honey but has a malty sweetness?"

"Correct."

Hoss swallowed hard and said, "Lord El of Irontree Territory tasted this delicacy and praised it highly. Upon learning that the maltose originated from you, he entrusted me to come and purchase some."

"Then I'll just give him a bucket," Roman said nonchalantly.
“I’m happy that you came here, but I’m very unhappy that my blacksmith shop had to stop work for two days because you came too late.”

Hoss was taken aback.

His goal was more than just a bucket of maltose.

Although I phrased it tactfully, it was still quite straightforward.

Shouldn't you be asking me how much maltose I need to buy right now?
Despite Morey's death stare, Hoss continued, "I'd like to buy a lot of maltose. You know, those ladies and beautiful young girls love sweet flavors..." Roman nodded and said, "I won't sell it to you."

Hoss was stunned again, wondering if he had misheard.

He thought for a moment.
“I can pay more than Morey!” he said.

Roman looked at Morey. "Is this your brother?"

Morey felt embarrassed for Hoss, but he was also somewhat amused. He tried to suppress the smile on his face and said, looking down, "It's my good-for-nothing brother."

Roman nodded slightly, squinted at Hoss, and said, "Is this how your father, Celine, taught you to do business?"

Hoss was reprimanded by Roman, and his face turned pale and then red.

He felt embarrassed and couldn't understand why Roman wouldn't sell him the maltose.

The honey is golden in color, crystal clear, and viscous like crystallized amber. Its appearance is quite valuable, and now each barrel has soared to the price of 2 gold coins, and the supply cannot meet the demand.

One silver coin could only buy a little over a pound of sugar, which was almost as expensive as honey!
The nobility are scrambling to buy them; it's absolutely insane.

Nobody knows exactly how much Morey made.

Maltose became the most sought-after commodity in the market without a doubt.

He deduced the origin of maltose and received Roman's confirmation, but he did not expect Roman to reject him.

It shouldn’t be!

There's no reason for the little lord of this poor place to refuse the gold coins that are already in his hands!
“I gave Morey exclusive rights. If you want it, go find your brother.”

Roman didn't pay much attention to the prospects of maltose, considering it a dispensable luxury.

Morey's seemingly booming sales are simply due to the lack of competing products and the novelty of the product.

The fact that nobles would buy it at a high price because they wanted it might have even sparked a trend, with wealthy ladies flocking to it. If they wanted the taste, they could just whisper sweet nothings in their husbands' ears and sales would soar.

It's nothing but a load of rubbish!

The development of Sige Town is even less significant.

What he lacks now is not sugar coating, but metal bullets.

Roman was more concerned with other issues.

"How many iron ingots did they bring me this time?"

"Five thousand catties of iron ingots..." Hoss had no choice but to give up the idea.

“I should have arrived in Sig Town a month ago, but because of Duke Fury, Earl El has banned all iron ingot exports. My merchant ship has also been blocked, even though I have Earl El’s friendship.”

El is the lord of Irontree Territory and a vassal of the Duke of Rage Tide.

That land has rich iron ore veins and grows a kind of peculiar iron tree with extraordinary properties.

Irontree Territory produces approximately two hundred tons of iron ingots annually, but most of the steel is consumed by the Grand Duke of Wrath, whose iron ore production continuously feeds the appetite of a terrifying behemoth that devours iron and gold. Only the remaining iron ingots belong to him and are used to exchange for the necessities of the people of Irontree Territory.

Even so, Irontree Territory was much richer than other places, and Count El's army was all armored.

Lands like Irontree Territory are only one source of steel controlled by the Duke of Rage Tide, not the whole source.

That grand duke was powerful and had a large army; he could easily fight against an entire kingdom on his own.

Some believe that only by combining the strengths of Oak and Cracked Armor can they possibly contend with the Grand Duke of Rage.

But this assumption is meaningless.

It is common knowledge that the three grand dukes were in cahoots. A hundred years ago, during the Battle of Silent Valley, they stood together before the Papacy's army and thwarted the Pope's westward expedition, keeping the main Church forces firmly within the territory of Sinnoh, preventing them from crossing even a fraction of a step.

(End of this chapter)