I've been transported into a Western fantasy game, and my dad wants me to marry my sister.

At Lynn's request.

Elune dispatched a thirty-man ranger squad as a guard for the Mushroom Roaring Clan.

The edge of the Rain Dew Valley, located on the east side of the Silver Dew Woodland, became Puji's new home.

The power of the Silver Dew Tribe was fully demonstrated when the guard team appeared.

The guard consisted of thirty rangers, all dressed in light silver-gray armor, carrying elven longbows on their backs and silver-bladed short swords at their waists.

They all possessed strength at the advanced level or above.

The leader of the patrol team, whose name is [name missing], possesses super-level strength.

Grom watched this scene, his umbrella trembling slightly.

It finally understood what Lynn meant by "military asylum".

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

At the same time, the Gray Mountain tribe.

Inside a shed next to the iron mine in the Gray Mountain tribe.

Dog held a roll of rough bark paper in both hands, his respect almost pious: "My Lord, in accordance with your divine decree, all the special plants in the surrounding area have been recorded."

"These are the dozen or so varieties that have been initially selected, all of which have exceptional value."

Lynn took the list and spread it out on the stone table.

The kobold priest's handwriting was crooked but earnest, and he even thoughtfully drew simple diagrams next to each record.

Looking at these simple tree bark.

Lynn frowned slightly.

It seems we should develop papermaking technology soon.

However, Dogg's efforts were still commendable, and Lynn patted Dogg on the shoulder to encourage him: "You've worked hard, Dogg."

Lynn took out the homemade parchment notebook, turned to a blank page, and wrote three titles at the top with charcoal:

【Name｜Origin｜Previous Purchase Price (Gold Coins/Jin)】

As the pen fell, what came to mind was not only numbers, but also memories of fighting day and night for spices in the game of his previous life.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

1. [Blackthorn Pepper]

【Origin: Blackthorn Forest】

Purchase price: 1 gold/jin (top quality 10 gold)

[Note: A specialty of the Blackthorn Forest, the king of spiciness, a symbol of status at aristocratic banquets]

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2. [Silver Leaf Lilac]

【Origin: Silver Leaf Forest】

Purchase price: 80 gold coins/jin

[Note: Flower bud essential oil is priced per drop, 2 gold coins per drop, a core excipient for intermediate-grade healing remedies]

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

3. [Moonlight Cinnamon]

【Origin: Moonlight Woodland】

Purchase price: 200 gold coins/jin

[Note: This is a luxury item for restoring a mage's mental energy.]

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4. [Valley Ginger]

【Origin: Valley Wetland】

Purchase price: 20 silver coins/jin

[Note: This is an inexpensive spice used to dispel cold and remove fishy odors, but in huge demand.]

......

After recording the last item, Lynn gently closed the notebook.

The moment he closed the notebook, what flashed before his eyes was the image of war raging across the sky in the game from his previous life.

The struggle between spices and slaves.

That imperial ten-year war.

When the druids of the Enchanted Forest were severely weakened by the monster uprising, the human nations tore up the "Nature Sanctuary Treaty" that had lasted for thousands of years with the forest races.

It started as a "caravan".

Human mercenaries, ostensibly engaged in trade, ventured deep into the forest to harvest magical plants that once required the permission of elves to obtain in limited quantities.

Moonlight cinnamon was stripped of its bark in large pieces, and silver-leaf lilac trees were felled entirely—all to quickly obtain the flower buds.

Then, "caravan" became "exploration team".

The "expedition team" became a "colonization group".

Behind the "colonial group" followed a fully armed army.

"I remember... the western defensive line of Silver Dew Settlement was breached by the magic cannons of the 'Flame Duke'."

Lynn's voice was very soft, so soft that only she could hear it.

That was a battle video widely circulated on gaming forums—the human magic legion bombarded the elven barrier for three days and three nights with 360 [Goblin Flame Cannons].

When the barrier shattered, half of the settlement burst into flames.

In the firelight, the elven ranger fell from the tree.

The person who posted the video, whose ID is "Spice Merchant Lao Wang", wrote smugly in the comments section: "I robbed 300 catties of cinnamon this time, which is worth 60,000 gold on the market. The cost of the cannonballs? Less than 5,000."

Vera's voice brought Lynn back to reality: "Mr. Lynn?"

Lynn looked up and saw the elven girl looking at him with concern.

He then realized that the memory he had just recalled must have made his expression look terrifying.

"fine."

Lynn took a deep breath and forced a smile, saying, "I was just thinking about some... stories about spices."

"A story?" Vera tilted her head. "What terrible stories could spices possibly have? They smell so good..."

"It's precisely because they smell so good that they're so terrifying." Lynn looked at the notebook in his hand, his fingertips tracing the line "[Moonlight Cinnamon: 200 gold/jin]".

"Vera, are there any records of a period in Silver Dew settlement... during which humans entered the forest on a large scale to collect spices?"

Vera's expression changed.

Her emerald eyes dimmed, and her fingers unconsciously tightened their grip on her staff: "You mean... the Hundred Years' War?"

Vera's voice turned low: "About a thousand years ago, humans discovered a spice called pepper in the Blackthorn Forest."

"They started by stealing, but then it turned into... a massacre."

She walked to the entrance of the shed and looked at the distant forest: "The Morning Dew tribe to the north was wiped out by a human mercenary group because they were responsible for guarding the Blackthorn Forest."

"They slaughtered all the men in the tribe, abducted all the female elves, and sold them into slavery."

"They even cut down ancient trees and took them away—because the heartwood of ancient trees is also a top-grade magical material."

"After that incident, the orcs and elves of the Magic Forest formed an alliance and began a century-long war with humans." Vera turned around, her eyes filled with deep sorrow.

"This war nearly wiped out the older elves, which is why my aunt, at such a young age, was able to become the village chief."

"final."

"This war came to an end because the druids awakened the ancient trees that slumbered in the Forest of Magic."

"The mighty ancient tree is unafraid of human magic and combat skills."

"They led the elves and orcs with unstoppable momentum."

"In the end, humans, orcs, and wood elves signed a pact: the boundary between humans and the Magic Forest is the Iron Mountain Range and the Clear Water River. No human may venture more than fifty miles into the Magic Forest. Violators will be killed without mercy."

"But humans demand that the Blackthorn Forest and the surrounding Hanhe Basin be preserved."

"Since the entire Hanhe Basin has been destroyed, and the elves and orcs have been severely weakened, the wood elves and orcs have agreed."

This is why some human territories are able to cross the Iron Mountain Range and get so close to the Magic Forest.

"Therefore, the druids are also known as the guardians of the Magic Forest."

"Gain the respect of all races in the Magic Forest."

"However, a thousand years have passed, and most of those who experienced it are dead. I only learned about it from books."

Lynn remained silent.

He also knew about this history.

"But the ban won't last long. When the profits are high enough, some people will always take the risk," Lynn said softly.

Vera bit her lip: "That's why we always pay attention to patrolling the forest; the forest rangers of the wood elves are all powerful warriors."

"Strength is indeed fundamental," Lynn praised with a smile.

Then he pointed to the forest outside the window.

The summer breeze blows, and the forest sways in the wind.

It made a "rustling" sound.

"But just now, nature gave me an inspiration."

"It said something to me—" Lynn paused, intending to leave it as a mystery.

really.

Neither elves nor humans could accept that someone only said half of what they meant.

"What did you say?" Vera blinked her emerald green eyes and looked at Lynn with great curiosity.

Lynn, feigning profundity.

With his hands behind his back, he slowly began to speak: "The world is bustling, all for profit; the world is in turmoil, all for gain."

???

"What do you mean?" Vera asked, somewhat bewildered.

"Why did humans wage war against the Magic Forest?" Lynn asked.

"Spice?" Vera asked, her voice filled with doubt.

"Yes and no, the reason humans wage war is because spices equal money, wealth, and profit," Lynn explained.

"So, what should we do?" Lynn asked again.

"So we should destroy all the spices?" Vera thought for a moment and then asked.

Upon hearing Vera's answer, Lynn burst into laughter.

I couldn't help but pat her head.

Vera seemed to know that her answer differed from Lynn's thoughts, and her face flushed slightly after being patted on the head.

While Vera was still feeling embarrassed.

The voice of the jealous girl next to me rang out.

"Brother, what are you doing??"

"Why are you ruffling that girl's head? That's very impolite."

After saying that, Leah grabbed Lynn's hand and placed it on her head.

. . .

"Uh, I'm sorry," Lynn apologized.

Then, enjoying the smooth touch of Leah's hair, he continued, "Actually, it's better to guide than to block."

"How so?" Vera asked curiously.

"We want to make spices worthless."

Vera looked surprised upon hearing this!

Spices are a symbol of wealth.

How could it become worthless?

"Things are valued for their rarity." Lynn was satisfied with Vera's reaction and said slowly.

"Rarity increases value? What a brilliant statement, it's practically supreme wisdom." Vera's eyes sparkled upon hearing this.

"When spices are no longer sought after because of their rarity."

"When the fog of imagination is lifted, spices will eventually return to their original value—a side dish of history."

Lynn stepped out the door and looked up at the distant horizon.

It was as if the fog had been lifted, revealing the magnificent Age of Exploration.

past life.

When the New World was discovered.

That land, filled with spices, gold, and elves, attracted countless adventurers.

The adventurers discovered that spices, once expensive, were now abundant in that new continent.

From now on.

Spices began to fall from their pedestal.

but.

Making spices worthless was just Lynn's public statement.

It was simply to legalize their practice of growing spices.

otherwise.

Even if Lynn is a child of nature, a prophet.

They will also be besieged by the Magic Forest and conservative forces.

As for his real thoughts?

So naturally, the first step would be to make a fortune with spices and accumulate initial capital.