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

Drunk and full.

After a brief discussion, Elder Huiyan and Lynn reached a procurement agreement.

1. [Chili peppers]

Purchase price: 10 silver coins/jin

Purchase amount: 1000 jin (500 catties)

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2. Garlic

Purchase price: 15 silver coins/jin

Purchase amount: 1000 jin (500 catties)

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3. [Ginger]

Purchase price: 10 silver coins/jin

Purchase amount: 1000 jin (500 catties)

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Spices are not as rare in the Enchanted Forest as they are in the human world.

Moreover, chili peppers, garlic, and ginger are all inexpensive spices, so Lynn's purchase price was not high.

It's half the price of what they would pay in the human world.

Actually, spices, especially inexpensive spices, don't have high production costs.

In the human world, it is expensive.

It is indeed just one sentence.

Things are rare.

And the spices are shrouded in the mystery of the magical forest.

It is a symbol of aristocratic status and position.

In the eyes of the human nobles of Galantir.

The more magical foods and spices used at a banquet, the more it symbolizes wealth and status.

Making spices affordable was Lynn's original plan.

Therefore, Lynn also made an agreement with Wise Eye that the price of these spices would be lowered once production increased.

Furthermore, Lynn also taught them how to cook raw fish.

Seeing the prophet's generosity.

Those old cat-like fellows were all beaming with joy.

The wise elder then spoke up, "My lord, we have another request, or rather... a larger collaborative plan."

"Oh? Please speak." Lynn put down the contract and pretended to listen.

"The fish sashimi skills you displayed today can be described as turning the ordinary into the extraordinary. They will surely become popular in Night Shadow City and even the entire Sky Dome Ancient Tree area." Elder Wise Eyes said sincerely, his eyes shining.

As expected of an elder cat who has become quite shrewd, his compliments always sound wonderful.

Unlike the elves, whose minds are filled with the ways of nature, they are all rather dull.

"Such skills, if limited to private enjoyment or simple trade, would be like a pearl being tarnished."

"After discussion, we elders intend to invest in opening a restaurant in the most bustling area of ​​Night Shadow City, the Night Shadow Corridor."

The Night Shadow Corridor is similar to the pedestrian street in my previous life.

It's a pedestrian street with cat-themed features, built in the sky, connecting different buildings through a wide corridor.

She paused, observing Lynn's reaction, and continued, "This restaurant will specialize in dishes that you created or improved, blending human craftsmanship with forest flavors."

"At the same time, it will also become an important window for showcasing and selling the various spices, seasonings, and other products that you may cooperate on in the future."

Elder Warclaw chimed in gruffly, "We'll provide the land—the best shop! We'll provide the manpower—the most clever lads! And you don't need to worry about management; our clan has plenty of good accountants!"

The gray-eyed high priest nodded slightly, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable weight: "Prophet, by investing this unique technology, you can enjoy... fifty percent of the restaurant's future net profits without investing a single copper coin."

Fifty percent!

Lynn's heart skipped a beat, but he remained outwardly calm.

Goodness, these old cats are really savvy.

This isn't technology-based equity investment; it's blatant collusion of interests.

By sharing in the huge profits of the future, he would bind himself, the prophet and an important ally of the Silverdew Settlement, even more closely to the Nightshade Tribe.

The better the restaurant's business, the greater his profits, and the more unbreakable the relationship between the two parties becomes.

This is not just a business partnership, but also a weighty political and economic bond.

Moreover, they chose to bring this up right after reaching an agreement on affordable spice procurement, a perfectly timed move.

It shows sincerity without appearing overly utilitarian.

Lynn glanced at Elune, who seemed a little dazed, beside him.

shook his head.

It's okay, Elune just needs to be beautiful and powerful.

No, Elune seems to be bound even deeper.

It seemed to sense what Lynn was thinking.

Elune blushed slightly.

"I appreciate the kindness of the elders," Lynn said, bowing very respectfully.

Then, looking troubled, he politely declined, saying, "But as a prophet, I bear the responsibility of saving the world, and I will be busy with work from now on, so I may not have time to take care of the restaurant's operation."

"Moreover, the purpose of passing on skills is to enhance the friendship between the two tribes and enrich everyone's diet. If it is used to make a large profit, it would really go against the original intention."

"Regarding this shareholding matter, I think it's best to..."

"Hey! Prophet, you're mistaken!" Elder Warclaw exclaimed anxiously, waving his hand.

"You go ahead with your grand mission of saving the world! We old folks and our underlings can handle the trivial matters of this restaurant!"

"You don't need to worry about anything, just wait to get your share of the money!"

"This is a token of our appreciation from Nightshade City. Thank you for the delicious food and... and what's that, the hope for life!" Elder Warclaw racked his brains to come up with a word.

As a military man, it would be difficult for him to act as a persuader.

The wise elder quickly advised, "Prophet, this is not simply about making a profit."

"The restaurant will become a symbol of promoting new food culture and showcasing the friendly cooperation between the two sides."

"Profit sharing is the only way to demonstrate our unity of purpose."

"If you insist on refusing, it will only make us uneasy and feel that our friendship has been strained."

As expected of a cultured person, his words are far more sophisticated than those of a mere warrior.

The gray-eyed high priest said gently, "Prophet, you regard us as your friendly neighbors and generously impart your skills to us."

"We, the Nightshade Clan, also hope to give back, so that this friendship can take root, blossom, and bear fruit."

"This restaurant is a sapling we planted together. Please... do not refuse."

The elders spoke one after another, their words sincere and their reasoning clear.

Lynn's experience was like receiving a red envelope during Chinese New Year, involving three tense and exciting refusals.

finally.

Lynn sighed deeply, spread his hands, and said with a bitter smile, "Gentlemen...you guys have really made things difficult for me."

"This has really caused me a lot of trouble!"

Seeing his tone soften, everyone's eyes lit up.

"Fine then." Lynn finally nodded "reluctantly," his gaze sweeping over everyone.

"Since you are so kind as to accept my invitation, it would seem pretentious for me to refuse."

"I've agreed to the restaurant collaboration."

"However, I must say this first—"

Lynn's expression turned serious; it was time to solidify his image once more. He slowly began to speak:

"Firstly, I will not interfere with the operation of the restaurant; I will leave it entirely to the nobles."

"Secondly, the profits should be prioritized for improving the lives of ordinary residents of Night City, strengthening the equipment of the guards, and building public reserves to cope with crises like those in the underground city."

"Thirdly, all dishes must be reasonably priced so that ordinary people can afford to eat them occasionally, and it should not become a place of luxury for only a few to enjoy."

Upon hearing that Lynn not only agreed but also proposed such a condition that considered the overall situation and the people's livelihood, the three elders were filled with respect.

The gray-eyed high priest solemnly said, "The Prophet is thoughtful and kind-hearted."

"We will keep your three points in mind and incorporate them into the contract."

"Good, good, good!! I can already smell the aroma wafting from the Future Restaurant!" Elder War Claw laughed heartily and slapped his thigh hard.

The wise elder smiled broadly and immediately summoned the scribe to begin drafting a more detailed cooperation agreement.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate." Lynn picked up his teacup, using tea instead of wine, and lightly clinked it with the smiling cat elders.

The crisp clinking of glasses heralded the beginning of a closer cooperative relationship that went beyond simple trade and alliances.

As expected, this yet-to-be-established restaurant will undoubtedly create waves in the Sky Tree region and even further beyond!