A strange world

Chapter 230 Chapter 83. Honey, Sunflowers and Dinner

"Nice speech."

Olmedo asked the servant to take away the magic newspaper, and led the ogre to eat the Lomme specialty honey that had just been delivered. After closing the door, he said: "But this is not like what you would do."

This kind of speech is just right for the lord, but a little mature for Annan. Annan has grown into a qualified lord, but is he still planning something...

"I still can't hide it from you." Annan said shyly, "I can't think of what to call the port..."

"You are truly a born politician."

"Why are you scolding me?" Annan thought of the new term: "What is Lomu's special honey?"

"The honey produced by a kind of honey bee called Lomu in the south is so sweet that even the picky elves praise it. The price makes even the generous giants tremble. Do you want some?"

"Okay, I'll let Dara have a taste."

The distressing Della grew up in a pack of rats, was trained as a spy and was sent to human cities. She never had any good food. Even after she regained her elf body, she never came out of the shadows. She had to punish the prisoners in order to vent her stress...

There are also elf mentors... although Lomu's specialty honey may be common to an elf who has lived for more than a thousand years.

"The ogres ate all the honey," Olmedo said calmly.

Annan believed it: "That's such a pity."

"Can I make a small suggestion about the magic newspaper?" Olmedo said that she was reading the first issue in the study a few days ago. After activating it, she couldn't turn off the sound. Because she was frugal and unwilling to tear it up, she had to let the servant take it. Walk. It is said that quiet was restored late at night.

"You can't buy those 10 copper coins anymore." Annan spread his hands.

Different from the 1 silver coin of the magic image, the 10 copper coins can be taken out by even the poorest residents, and they can also take them to other places, such as Bethal City, Fengcheng City, and the lords' territories and small towns and villages, and even Prang Outside Enci County.

But Annan doesn’t know if it was still 10 copper coins at that time.

After chatting for a while, Annan asked Olmedo for more heavy-duty horses. Since the alien order was implemented, he has not found a second ogre or an alien of the same size.

"I don't have any more."

The only two heavy-duty horses in Breeze City were given to Annan, one went to the snowy mountains, and the other went to sea with the cargo ship.

Speaking of going to sea, Olmedo hopes to sell Devil's Iron through the route after it is established. In the past, these demonic products of death from the snow-capped mountain fortress could only be sold to merchants. Watching them buy them and sell them to the south at more than ten times the price, there was nothing they could do.

Behind the merchants are the figures of the nobles, and the old nobles who support the Olmedo family are involved... Olmedo cannot compete with her uncles for profit.

Annan no longer has such scruples. Through the port, Demonic Iron can be sold at a reasonable price, and he only has to pay 10% of the official tax to Xingyue Bay.

and that a new city-state could alleviate the pressure on the "breeze city at the foot of the snowy mountains."

When the portal was about to disappear, a servant came in holding a jar of Lomu's special honey.

"Who asked you to get it...?"

Olmedo looked too lazy to say anything and asked the servant to throw the honey jar to Annan, and the portal disappeared at the same time.

The quiet study room was restored, and the light fragrance of flowers quietly lingered around Annan. Open the jar and a rich, sweet aroma pours out.

Thinking of sharing it with everyone, Annan didn't dip his fingers in to take a bite, but the portion was not much, about 10 ounces, less than 300 ml...

Asking the maid Abby to take the honey to the kitchen, Annan was about to go out and call everyone for a dinner.

"Hello, Lord Lord!"

The farmers who were loosening the soil on the low hills and preparing to plant a beautiful flower garden around the lord's palace greeted them respectfully.

Annan responded to them, standing on the cobblestone path overlooking the sparkling bay, with less than an hour left before the magnificent sunset. He was thinking about who to go to first, and then he saw a caravan parked on the roadside, with some residents gathered around it, and the tree druids were also there.

Curiously, Annan leaned over and heard the merchant selling their seeds to the druids. Annan, who was not interested, was about to leave when he saw a familiar seed lying among the seeds in the dirty hands of the merchant's man.

"What's this?"

Annan, who had moved into the crowd, suddenly asked.

The guy looked up and was surprised: "Jack!"

"I want to call you the King of the North!" The businessman who was still selling to the tree druids hurried over: "The great King of the North, Lord of Star-Moon Bay, Brudoan salutes you——"

"What kind of seed is this?"

Annan pinched the sunflower seed from the palm of the trembling waiter's hand, and couldn't help but tell him: "Calm down, I'm not Ruth."

The guy blushed amidst the good-natured laughter around him.

"Sunflower, Lord King of the North." The businessman said with a flattering smile, "Because its flowers are as bright as the sun."

But this was much smaller than what Annan saw and ate, as if he hadn't grown up yet, just like he was standing with Lady Winter, the Rat Countess, the Elf Tutor, the Mysterious Nun, and the Wine Lady.

After peeling off the outer skin and seeing the familiar shape of the kernel, I was sure it was a sunflower seed.

"Can it also be planted in the north?" Annan asked.

"Of course, the Kekovi people next door will plant sunflowers in March and April every year, and the seeds produced can also be used to extract oil."

Kekoluwei is a country of lakes, about three thousand miles east of Osulund Territory.

"But it's May tomorrow..."

"It doesn't matter, they will mature earlier than wheat, and there are druids. Even if you plant one fart, you can grow a group of farts next year..." The businessman did not forget to praise the tree man druids.

Annan didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but he still moved it: "How many sunflower seeds are left?"

"A bag! Do you call it sunflower? What a good name -" The businessman asked the boy to get a linen bag as big as a money bag, which was filled with dried sunflower seeds.

"How much?"

The businessman asked carefully: "Can we give it to you..."

Annan thought for a while: "Then Xingyue Bay will also give you 10 copies of the first three issues of "Xingyue Bay News"."

After collecting the sunflower seeds, Annan went straight back to the Lord's Mansion and gave the flower seeds to the farmer for planting.

A sea of ​​sunflowers that can produce crops is more beautiful than any other flower. If Ingrid hadn't objected, Annan would have even wanted to plant wheat fields around the low hills of the city lord's palace.

"Why are you back again?"

Annan smelled the smell of honey from the panicked Abby: "What are you doing?"

"I didn't steal your honey!"

"It doesn't matter if you steal my honey...I mean, honey." The embarrassed Annan no longer bothered whether Abby stole it or not, "I'm too lazy to leave. Please help me call them over for dinner."

After Abby went out, Annan came to the study, took out a strand of heavy-duty horse's mane from the wooden box with the "Initial Number" note, and opened the portal.