The Extraordinary Earl

There is really no other way. Pompeii wine is not as cheap as ale, nor is it like wine, surrounded by nobles.

The common people could not accept the price of Pompeii wine, while the nobles did not like Pompeii wine for a while.

This is what makes Pompeii wine neither embarrassing nor awkward.

At this time, two men walked in. Shield's eyes lit up and he quickly stepped forward to greet him.

One of the two men is slender, handsome and very elegant.

The other man has a strong build and a Chinese-character face, and looks very powerful. The clothes the two of them wore were of aristocratic styles.

This guy with a Chinese character is recognized by Shield. He is an intermediate knight hired by Baron Barton. He is an important guard force of the city lord's palace and is a descendant of a noble family.

It's called Bozi. This Bozi really likes to drink ale and is a frequent visitor to their shop.

I don't know the handsome man Shield, but he can be with Bozi, and he is wearing noble clothes. He is probably one of the knights of the city lord's palace.

"Lord Bozi, do you want some ale?" Shield showed a warm smile, bent down and said.

"I said Bozi, if you want to drink, drink wine. Drinking ale is really too low-end." The handsome man shouted with some dissatisfaction.

"Howard, you are too one-sided. Wine has the taste of wine, and ale has the taste of ale. Once you are used to drinking wine, the taste of ale is very fresh. The wine here is the ale produced by the Pompeii family, and it always tastes good. ”

Boz glanced at his companion, took a breath, and smelled the aroma of the wine, with a hint of intoxication.

Shield smiled secretly, this Lord Bozi was a complete drunkard. According to him, although the wine tasted good, the quantity was not enough, so he had better drink ale.

Thinking of this, Shield's heart moved.

The idea of ​​promoting Pompeii wine came up.

You must know that Pompeii wine is so strong and spicy, and it is really enjoyable to drink it.

Howard shook his head disapprovingly and said, "Ale is just ale, the wine that civilians drink. It doesn't have any taste."

It's not like he's never drank ale, but Bozi can't fool him. Anyway, he would never drink ale, even if Bozi said it was ridiculous.

Bozi took one look at his companion's despairing expression and gave up decisively. He said to the shield: "A barrel of the best ale."

"Master Bozi, we have recently produced new wine in Pompeii. It is definitely ten times more enjoyable to drink than ale, but the price is a bit more expensive, ten times more than ordinary ale. Do you want to buy a barrel and try it?"

Seeing that Bazi seemed to be in a good mood, Shield suggested cautiously.

Nobles are nobility, and commoners are commoners. No matter how approachable Boz appears, his identity must be treated with caution.

Shield has been in Kaiyue City for many years and has seen the consequences of civilians offending nobles more than once.

Bozi showed surprise when he heard this, and Howard sneered: "New wine? Pompeii is just a knight lord. How much money can he have to study new wine? I think it's just ale, so I changed the taste and said it is New wine.”

Obviously in Pompeii territory, Pompeii, whose name is equivalent to prestige, is not easy to use in Kaiyue City.

It's no wonder, after all, there are twenty or thirty knight lord families in the entire baron, plus many noble knights who serve the baron.

Divided up, Pompeii's reputation has been compromised.

Shield didn't dare to refute, but just looked at Bozi blankly. I hope this drunkard knight can taste the poor, neglected Pompeii wine.

Bozi's idea is actually similar to Howard's. New wine? Nowadays, the world is dominated by two major wines: ale and wine. Let’s talk about new wine.

Pompeii's tone is a bit loud.

But Bozi is a person who likes wine after all, especially a noble who has a unique taste and likes to drink ale. Taste it without losing hair.

After thinking about it, Bozi said, "Okay, pour me a bowl of wine."

"Okay." Shields was overjoyed when he heard this. He went back to the shop in person, took out a clean wine bowl, carefully opened a barrel of Pompeii wine, and poured out a bowl of wine.

Then he handed it to Bozi carefully.

"Gulu!"

Wine aroma.

The rich aroma of wine is like an uninvited beautiful woman who automatically throws herself into my arms. Smelling the aroma of the wine, Bozi couldn't help but swallow.

Not only Bozi, but also Howard sniffed and had an urge to drink.

Boz quickly took action, took the wine bowl handed over by Shield, and drank the entire bowl. Then, it was like old Saul.

Bozi also fell into the trap.

It was really because Bozi had preconceptions. The wine smelled fragrant, but it looked no different from ordinary ale.

I guess I just changed the taste. But after drinking it, Bozi realized that he was wrong. It was a big mistake.

When a bowl of wine entered his stomach, it was like a knife being stabbed in. It was burning, and then burned throughout his stomach, making Bozi's whole body feel hot, and all the pores in his body were opened.

I couldn't bear it all of a sudden, and my cheeks turned red from holding it back. But then, a feeling of pleasure rose up. Jean Bozi couldn't help but scream.

"Good wine."

"Is it really that delicious?" Howard was actually aroused by the alcohol bug and wanted to take a sip, but seeing Bozi's earth-shattering expression, he couldn't help but doubt it.

"Pour him a drink too. I bought this wine. It's ten times more expensive than ale, right?" Bozi said this, took out a money bag, took out a gold coin from the money bag, made a ding-dong sound, and flicked it to The shield.

"Okay." Shields immediately beamed when he saw the gold coins. He immediately poured a bowl of wine for Howard, sealed the barrel, and brought it to Bozi.

"The taste is not as good as that of wine, but it has one more flavor than ale, a kind of strength. Has the Pompeii family really developed a new wine?"

Because Howard had the example of Bozi before, he took a sip first, then his eyes lit up, and he drank it slurpingly, his cheeks glowing red.

Without thinking, he took out a gold coin and gave it to the shield, saying, "Give me a bucket too."

"Okay." Shields suddenly became happy and brought another barrel of wine.

Ordinary ale costs one silver coin per barrel. A bucket weighs fifty kilograms. And Pompeii wine also weighs fifty pounds, but it costs one gold coin.

Shield didn't know what the cost of Pompeii wine was, but he also knew that Mrs. Sophie would never suffer a loss.

For this one gold coin, at least three silver coins are profit.

And if the market opens, a barrel of wine will make a profit of three silver coins. If nothing else, as long as the market in Barton's territory is opened, the Pompeii family's income will double several times.

What a huge profit.

The Pompeii family was prosperous.

But in fact, Shield underestimated his wife's greed. The cost of Pompeii wine was actually only three silver coins, and the profit was seven silver coins.

Can be called a profiteer.

Mrs. Sophie is indeed a woman who comes from a business family, but she has a dark heart.