If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

As expected of his student.

Seth nodded imperceptibly. It was their duty to maintain the dignity of the lord, 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 there's a lot of volume... Is Morey here too?"

Hoss was bored, 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 haven't seen your mysterious master twice here, but my brother can eat with him?"

Hoss was dissatisfied.

He felt underappreciated by this remote town.

He went through all kinds of troubles to pull the iron ingots from Tieshu Ling to Sige Town, and had to pass through the rapid Silver Dragon Canyon on the way. If it weren't for his brother's wiring and bridge, he would never have come to this remote place.

But now you can't even see the local lord?

Even the heir of Archduke Splitting Armor shouldn't treat him with such contempt.

Seth immediately frowned, and this slight movement more than doubled his sense of solemnity.

The wrinkles on his face were deep and distinct, and he said in a serious tone: "Is Mr. Hoss here to discuss business, or is he here to meet Mr. Roman?"

Hoss was startled by his attitude. It was like meeting a tutor when he was young. He had an unquestionable sense of majesty.

"Of course we are here to do business..." Hoss was a little unsure.

But he felt it should be so.

The flag of the Iron Tree Collar was flying on his ship, and this was just a small place. Shouldn't he be welcomed warmly?

"Then it doesn't matter to you whether you see Mr. Roman or not, does it?"

"This time I have another business to talk to Lord Roman in person."

"Oh, what business do you have to talk to me about?"

While the two were talking, a word floated from a distance, and the voice was very calm.

Hoss looked towards the source of the sound and saw a young man wearing linen short-sleeves and trousers. He walked over calmly and had an unusual demeanor.

In just a moment, Hoss felt that he was frightened by those cohesive red eyes.

This is the sign of the armor-splitting bloodline.

He heard the voice in his heart telling him.

Hoss originally had various dissatisfactions, but after meeting Roman, these dissatisfactions dissipated.

"Dear Lord Roman, I am Hos Perea who brought you the iron ingots."

Roman came here to see Morey off, but he didn't have a good impression of his brother. He hummed and said, "Tell me what you want, Mr. Hoss."

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

He said directly: "As far as I know, you can produce a honey that is as thick as honey but has a sweet smell like malt?"

"right."

Hoss swallowed his saliva and said: "Lord Al of the Iron Tree Territory tasted this delicious food. He praised it greatly. When he learned that the maltose came from you, he entrusted me to come and buy some."

"Then I'll give him a bucket." Roman didn't take it seriously.

"I'm very happy that you came here, but my blacksmith shed stopped working for two days because you came too late, and I'm very unhappy."

Hoss was stunned.

His goal is more than just a barrel of maltose.

Although my words were tactful, they were still simple enough.

Shouldn't you be asking me how much maltose I want to purchase at this moment?

Hoss faced Morey's death gaze and continued: "I hope to purchase maltose in large quantities. You also know that those noble ladies and beautiful girls all like the sweet taste..."

Roman nodded and said, "I won't sell it to you."

Hoss was stunned again, suspecting that he had heard wrongly.

He thought for a moment,

"I can pay a higher price than Morey!" he said.

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

Morey felt embarrassed for Hoss, but he was a little happy at the moment. He tried hard to suppress the smile on his lips, lowered his head and said, "It's my useless brother."

Roman nodded slightly, squinted his eyes, and said to Hoss: "Is this how your father Selin taught you to do business?"

Hoss was scolded by Roman, and his face turned blue and white.

He was embarrassed and didn't understand why Roman wouldn't sell him the maltose.

The honey is golden in color, crystal clear, and as sticky as crystallized amber. Its appearance is valuable. Now the price of each barrel has soared to 2 gold coins, and the supply exceeds demand.

One silver coin can only buy more than a pound of sugar, which is almost as expensive as honey!

The nobles rushed to buy them like crazy.

No one knows how much Morey earned.

There is no doubt that maltose has become the hottest commodity in the market.

He deduced the origin of maltose, and received Roman's personal recognition, but he did not expect that Roman would reject him.

It shouldn’t be!

There is no reason for the little lord of this poor place to refuse the gold coins he received!

"I gave Morey exclusive rights. If you want it, go find your brother."

Roman paid little attention to the prospect of maltose, a dispensable luxury.

Morey's sales seem to be booming simply because there is no competition and the novelty is temporary.

Nobles would buy it at a high price if they wanted it, and it might have caused some trends. Ladies and ladies followed it one after another. They wanted the taste and blew the pillow wind, and sales increased.

In fact, it’s just bullshit!

It is not worth mentioning the development of Sige Town.

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

Roman is more concerned about other issues.

"How many iron ingots did you bring me this time."

"Five thousand kilograms of iron ingots..." Hoss had to give up this idea.

"I should have arrived in Sige Town a month ago, but because of the Grand Duke of Angry Tide, Earl El banned all iron ingot exports. My merchant ship was also stopped, even if I got Earl El's friendship."

El is the lord of Iron Tree Territory and a vassal of the Grand Duke of Angry Tide.

That land has rich iron ore veins and grows some strange iron trees with extraordinary properties.

The Iron Tree Territory produces about two hundred tons of iron ingots every year, but most of the steel is digested by the Grand Duke of Angry Tide, and the iron ore output continues to fill the appetite of a terrifying giant beast that chews iron and gold. The remaining iron ingots belong to him in exchange for the materials needed to meet the needs of the people of Iron Tree Territory.

Even so, Iron Tree Territory is much richer than other places, and Earl El's army is all armored.

Lands like Iron Tree Territory are only one of the sources of steel controlled by Grand Duke Fury Tide, not all of them.

The Grand Duke is powerful, with many soldiers and generals, and it is easy for him to fight against a kingdom alone.

Some people think that only Oak and Cracked Armor can fight against Grand Duke Fury Tide.

But this assumption is meaningless.

Everyone knows that the three Grand Dukes are in collusion. In the "Blood Battle of Silent Valley" a hundred years ago, they stood in front of the Vatican army and advanced and retreated together, defeating the Pope's plan to march west in one fell swoop, and suppressing the main army of the Church in Sinnoh, unable to cross even a little bit.