Warlords: Rise From the Land of Doom

"Sir, the cream cake you ordered is ready!" At this moment, Rose came out of the kitchen and brought a plate to the table herself.

There are two small plates on top of the plate, on which is the small cream cake.

Although the appearance is not as colorful as in the previous life, the appearance as white as snow is equally attractive in this world.

Boris didn't pay attention to the cream cake at this time, but looked at Rose blankly.

It wasn't that he was hooked by Rose's beauty, but that Rose felt familiar, and after a while, Boris finally remembered.

He couldn't help but say in surprise, "Are you the owner of Rose Tavern in Tulip City?"

Rose was a little surprised when she heard Boris calling out her identity, and then bowed respectfully to Boris, "This noble gentleman, I am now Lord Narant's castle cook!"

"Sir, this noble gentleman, please take your time!" After that, Rose retreated with a graceful posture.

After Rose's back disappeared, Boris looked back blankly.

Boris was also one of the people who invited Rose to be a cook at the castle.

It's a pity that Rose didn't agree at that time. He could never have imagined that Rose would end up in Narant's pocket.

And looking at Rose's attitude, there's no place for her original pride, she's respectful to Narant.

"Your Excellency Boris, do you know Rose too?"

"I know, Rose Tavern was very famous in Tulip City at the beginning, but after I inherited the family title, I seldom went to Tulip City!" Boris looked at Narante with complex eyes and replied.

"Lord Narant, I'm a little curious about how you brought Rose into the castle! At first, many nobles offered her olive branches, but they were all rejected."

"Your Excellency Boris, I'm afraid you don't know yet. She was exiled to the Storm Territory, so she became my territorial citizen. I only learned of her existence after seeing her!" Narant replied with a smile.

"It turned out to be like this!" Boris felt better when he heard this answer, not because Narant had the means, but because he was very lucky to get a bargain.

Rose once favored a destitute noble lady, although she only took in the noble lady for a few days.

However, the noble lady later married a guard commander who held the title of baron under the count.

With the lady's care, in Tulip City, although many nobles coveted Rose, no one dared to use bad means.

If it wasn't for the Daughter of Doom, I'm afraid Rose wouldn't have ended up in the Storm Territory anyway, so Narant took advantage of it.

"Why didn't the God of Glory let me find out earlier, even if there is a trace of danger, then I am willing to take her in!" Boris found that he, the dignified baron, couldn't help but be jealous of Narant.

"Your Excellency Boris, let's try some desserts!" Seeing Boris' look of loss, Narant realized that Rose's charm was beyond his imagination.

However, who called himself good luck, he said hello to Boris now.

And this cream cake is the "blockbuster" that Narant prepared for Boris. After tasting this cream cake, I believe that Boris's cognition of sugar will be improved to a higher level.

Although white sugar is good, because of the reputation of the land of doom, if Narant wants to promote it, he needs a 'reasonable' place of origin. Otherwise, don't overestimate the fear of death of the nobles. Satisfy your appetite with the risk of contaminating it with bad luck, especially if you haven't tasted the delicacy.

Therefore, at least for the first batch of white sugar, Narant needs to find an agent. Only after the nobles can't live without the white sugar can he sell it without any scruples.

"Okay, Your Excellency Narant!" Boris's thoughts were still stuck on the unfairness of the undercover boss, and when he heard the words, he subconsciously picked up the spoon and took a bite of the cream cake.

Haw!

"Uh..." Boris, who had just recovered a bit of sobriety, fell into a state of confusion again...

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A lunch made Baron Boris, who was full of confidence before coming, completely messed up. This humble storm collar completely subverted his previous perception of deliciousness.

"Lord Narant, how did this happen!" Boris said bitterly after eating the cream cake.

Narant did not answer Boris directly, but waved to the servant beside him with a smile, and the servant immediately brought a small clay pot.

"Your Excellency Boris, this is white sugar, the raw material for making white sugar and white bread, and it is also essential to make delicious cream cakes!"

Narant handed the pot to Boris.

After Boris heard it, he stared at the pottery pot with burning eyes.

"No wonder it can be made so delicious, and the appearance is so beautiful and delicate!" Seeing the white sugar in the clay pot as white as crystal sand, Boris felt a sense of nobility in his heart.

"Your Excellency Boris, you can taste the real taste of this white sugar again!"

"Can you?" Boris was taken aback.

"Of course!" Narant nodded with a smile.

With permission, Boris picked up the silver spoon without hesitation and scooped a mouthful of sugar into his mouth.

"Hmm!" With the entrance of white sugar, although I had already learned its sweetness through the cream cake, when I tasted the real white sugar, the unprecedented sweetness still had a huge impact on Boris's mouth.

At this time, Boris's eyes had changed when he looked at the pot. It was no longer white sugar, but full of golden coins.

Boris's reaction was completely within Narant's expectations. Now that all the foreshadowing has been completed, Narant is ready to start closing the net, "Mr. Boris, what do you think of this white sugar?"

"God-given!" Boris no longer struggled and paid the greatest respect to White Sugar.

"Then Mr. Boris, do you think this white sugar would be too expensive if it were a small pot of gold coin!"

"One gold coin and one jar? Your Excellency Narant, is the output of this white sugar very large?" Boris was in disbelief.

"It's not too big, I only have a thousand cans of sugar this year! The number may increase next year!" Narant shook his head.

This time, the brown sugar he got was only over 1,000 kilograms, which was actually not much.

In addition, he had to leave hundreds of catties of brown sugar to make brown sugar brown bread, which was used to pull the civilian caravan to Storm Collar, so the maximum amount of white sugar he could get was more than 500 catties.

The small clay pots in this world are all quantitative, almost a small pot can hold half a catty of things, so Narant's white sugar is about a thousand cans before the next batch of sugar cane matures.