Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Weilin watched his cousin's expression change, from calmness to solemnity to shock, and he had obviously discovered the secret.

"Weilin, what kind of meat is this?"

"Black-skinned pork, a meat that can speed up cultivation."

"I didn't expect that Weilin would entertain us with such precious food. What an honor." Edgar was very moved and said to Weilin.

Weilin smiled and replied: "Uncle Edgar, you are wrong. This kind of food is not precious."

"Can it be said that animals that produce this kind of meat can be bred in large quantities?" Brian asked while chewing the black-skinned pork.

"That's right, cousin."

Weilin looked at Brian in surprise. He didn't expect that his cousin also had a very good mind.

Alcott suddenly understood and said, "Welin, the difficulty you mentioned cannot be related to breeding this kind of animal."

Weilin nodded and replied: "My uncle is really powerful. This creature is called a black-skinned pig. It is a kind of monster that I accidentally discovered. It can be cultivated with food. It reproduces quickly and can be put into the market in one year. However, the food demand is Very big.”

"So you need food, but you could have bought it yourself, but you chose us..."

Edgar suddenly stopped mid-sentence and looked at Weilin with mixed expressions of gratitude, joy, and excitement.

"That's what you think, and I'd like to invite you to join this plan."

After hearing this, the three of them nodded in agreement.

"A black-skinned pig needs three thousand kilograms of grain to raise in a year. The three of us can buy one in exchange for six thousand kilograms of grain." Alcott pondered for a while and immediately suggested to the others.

"I agree."

"I agree too."

Before Weilin could say anything, the three of them had finalized the matter.

A black-skinned pig consumes approximately 2,500 kilograms of grain in a year. He originally wanted to offer to exchange 3,000 kilograms of grain for one pig, but seeing the attitudes of the three of them, Weilin could only passively accept it.

As for why not separate part of the black-skinned pig and give it to the three of them to breed.

This kind of animal breeding is obviously the mainstay of the Qixing Leader, and Alcott, Edgar and Brian all know it.

Weilin's willingness to share with them was already a great kindness. How could he seize other people's mainstay industry?

In the middle of the banquet, while Brian was drinking, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Welin, do you still have the same wine as last time?"

"There are still some, but the reserves are not large." Verin looked at Brian and replied in a deep voice.

"Well, I want you to buy a few bottles." Brian said shamelessly, recalling the role of glowing wine.

After hearing this, the other two people also had the intention to buy it, but due to the face of their elders and the fact that the reserve of this wine was not high, they extinguished their thoughts.

Seeing this, Weilin began to think seriously.

The luminous grapes have only been planted for more than two years, and a total of 240 bottles of luminous wine have been produced so far.

Due to the consumption of training, rewards to subordinates and gifts, there are less than 80 bottles of luminous wine stored in the castle, and the next batch of luminous wine will have to wait for half a year.

However, since his cousin wanted to buy it, he naturally would not refuse him.

"I can bring out at most thirty bottles of luminous wine, but no more."

After hearing this, Brian said happily: "Two hundred gold coins per bottle, I will buy ten bottles, and the other shares can be given to my two cousins."

Seeing this, Alcott and Edgar also bought another twenty bottles of luminous wine for two hundred gold coins a bottle.

The three of them knew very well about the efficacy of this wine. A bottle of two hundred gold coins was worth the money and was a very reasonable price.

But the most important thing is channels. Without channels, no matter how much gold coins they have, they may not be able to buy this kind of wine that can improve physical fitness and repair hidden injuries.

Half an hour later, the luncheon was over and the servants put away the tableware.

The four of them came to the creek, sat on the carpet, enjoyed afternoon tea, and at the same time entered into discussions on the exchange of supplies.

"Half a year ago, the family gave me ten Yunyan Fruit trees, which can produce a hundred Yunyan Fruits every year." Alcott looked at the three people and explained unhurriedly, "The biggest role of Yunyan Fruit is to help bronze warriors. Break through the shackles and grow into a silver warrior."

"It takes three years for a talented bronze warrior to grow into a silver warrior. Three to ten Yunyan Fruits can shorten this time to one year, and only one-third of the original resources are required."

Weilin was surprised after hearing his uncle's introduction.

He had never heard of the Yunyan Fruit Tree, but it seemed that it was recently cultivated by the family, most likely from the hands of the fourth grandfather Arlo Akers, the master druid.

In addition to Edgar, Brian was also shocked. He did not expect that the renewable resources given to his cousin by his family were so precious. His ambitions expanded infinitely, and he became even more eager to be promoted to Viscount.

Edgar sat up and said: "On my side, what my family gave me is a magic plant called Bloodweed, which can prepare blood-boiling potions, which can briefly stimulate your potential and explode with combat power that is twice your own. "

"But the shortcomings are also obvious. A high-level Silver Transcendent can last up to half an hour after taking the blood-boiling potion."

"As soon as the effect of the medicine ends, you will fall into a period of weakness. Within three months, your energy and blood will be empty, your spirit will be listless, and your combat power will drop by 50%."

Weilin touched his chin and asked, "Uncle, how is the yield of Stormblood Grass?"

"The yield is not high."

"Half a year ago, my family gave me one hundred Bloodweeds. After half a year of cultivation, the number has now increased to one hundred and fifty, but it takes three years for one to mature."

"Are there no other research directions?" Weilin asked curiously.

Edgar shook his head and said, "That's not true. The direction of the bloodweed that I know is the blood-boiling potion. Maybe if there are more of them in the future, we can ask arcanists or druids to research other directions."

"How many bloodweeds can prepare a bottle of blood-boiling potion?"

"Three."

Edgar gave the exact answer.

This potion is equivalent to a kind of trump card, something used to fight in desperate times. The market among the nobles is very small, but the market among adventurers is definitely not low.

Obviously, Edgar also knows this, but there is no sales channel.

But just because his cousin didn’t have channels, it didn’t mean that Weilin didn’t.

The future Maple Leaf City will need this kind of blood-boiling potion, and it can even become a trump card in Verin's hand.

"Uncle, I can help you sell the blood boiling potion, but I need 30% of the profit." Weilin looked at Edgar and suggested.

"No problem, as long as you can sell it, I have no problem." Edger smiled and waved his hand, accepting Weilin's proposal without thinking.