Garanord's Seed (Height)

+3 Strength, +3 Dexterity, +5 Constitution (+10 in the Whispering Forest), Spirit +3 (+5 in the Whispering Forest), +3 Perception (+5 in the Forest)???

It is a sacred object bestowed upon you by the goddess of the earth, Garandia, and contains more power than you can imagine.

Unlike Andrei's blood-colored thorns, which originated from the blood pool, which were probably conceived by the will of the abyss, in terms of additional attributes alone, this thing with a luster as warm as jade, but as transparent as amber as a whole, and more like a gem than a seed, is definitely worthy of the name of "sacred" evaluated by the Eye of the Abyss.

The turquoise relics were wrapped in clearly visible inexplicable runes, which André had seen more than once during the ritual, and these occult characters composed of the divine power of life seemed to represent various meanings, and they were printed on the blessed elves, showing the recognition and blessing of the goddess.

"I'm very sorry, young leader Andrari, but I have unwarranted suspicions about your character. Please accept my apologies!" Completely different from before the ceremony, the high priest's deeply wrinkled expression was no longer indifferent because of the sincere look in his eyes.

"Where, where, Your Excellency High Priestess, you are so serious, in fact, even I don't understand why the goddess would take a fancy to me as a fellow. André snorted awkwardly, as if he were a little shorter in front of the high priest as soon as he remembered what Udion had said about the elder.

"Please don't be presumptuous, even among our elves, there are only a few sages who have been conferred such glory by His Majesty. As for the alien race that has been given the seed of the earth, you are the only one. ”

After saying this, before the son of the abyss came to his senses, the respected high priest turned and left. Perhaps in her heart, the figures who died in the war still remain in the deepest depths that even the gods cannot explore.

"Your Highness, the High Priest is not wrong at all. Judeon stepped forward from behind Andre, "The Garanord Seed is a fetish belonging to the Whispering Forest, and in the history of the elves, no alien race has ever possessed it. And those who are not members of the royal family who have been given such a special honor by the goddess...... All of them are great sages who have created past glories and are in no way inferior to His Highness Loxanne!"

The Great Druid was a little worried that telling the truth would put too much pressure on Andrari's leader, but he felt that André was not that kind of person. Relying on his own wisdom and charisma, he escaped the pursuit of the Abyss Lord and came to Garandia with less than a hundred people, participated in and guided the improvement of many emerging crafts in different fields, and was noticed by the goddess for this. In a way, this is an achievement that even the King of Nations has not been able to accomplish! What other obstacle could be that would stump this incredible young son of the abyss?

However, the Great Druid did not expect that the closed cultural and economic environment of Garlanord would be a source of headaches for the Children of the Abyss and his followers in the days that followed.

Gru Ducas, brother of Rabbi Dicas. He wasn't the best among the trainees Andrei trained, but this little man was very popular with Andrari, and almost everyone liked this clever goblin with an exaggerated expression.

Having just received the blessing that made the elves blush, André had to immediately begin to systematically study the cultural traditions of the elves and the teachings of the goddess Garlandia. So that he and his trade system can better integrate into the elven society.

In order to open up the market for Garanord, Gru was the first helper to be sent to assist Andre, who was busy with no time, a professional manager. Compared with the children of the abyss, who were overwhelmed by all kinds of chaotic knowledge all day long, Gru, who was in charge of specific affairs, understood for the first time the embarrassment of "it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice".

In less than three days, the Emerald Fish Scale branch opened on the edge of a tributary of the Emerald River in Garlanord. Such a high level of efficiency is not only a reflection of Gru's ability to coordinate, but also the enthusiasm of the elves for this strange group of small shops is also one of the important factors that cannot be ignored.

Elegantly decorated by elven artisans, chefs from Andraria's popular Master Barnier Hawkins, and fresh fish caught from the waters of the Emerald River by the Sea Clan boys. The combination of these elements firmly attracted the curious attention of the elves who lived a calm life, but none of this could change the sales of the Emerald Fish Scale Garanord branch, which Gru regarded as a great shame!

――It's been half a week since it opened, but the sales of this small store are still almost zero!

It's not that Gru isn't attentive enough, it's that he can't change the established facts in front of him by all means.

All of the elven inhabitants of Garanord are almost penniless!

It's not that they're so poor, it's just that they're used to bartering in primitive ways that haven't changed for thousands of years, and even the well-bred elves can't help but become overwhelmed when faced with a menu with emerald scales clearly priced.

The ironwood longbow, which the bow maker had painstakingly built over eight years, was in the hands of a human merchant and could be used as a treasure to attract customers. But how many tables should be opened if it is exchanged for a whole fish feast? And those Garanord specialties, delicate wooden combs, wooden cups, wooden basins and other utensils...... There are very few elves who can take out scattered gold and silver to pay the bill.

Gru even found that a master carpenter who had been with him and was involved in the construction of the Emerald Fish Scale Store was paying his bills with silver nuggets.

"Mr. Dickens, we have paid for your labor. Why do you even use this broken silver to pay your bills?" Gru felt that he could not understand the thoughts of these elves, His Highness had said that only the money used was real money, and even the clever goblins did not understand this sentence in a vague way. But it's too strange to say that you don't need to use broken silver to pay the bill, right!?

"Those coins are so delicate, so much better than the metalwork of our elves that one cannot connect with the traditional creations of the dwarves!" the veteran carpenter smirked awkwardly, "because they are so beautiful that they have been collected by my relatives and friends......"

When Gru reports this to the children of the abyss, who have been defeated by thousands of years of history and all kinds of red tape, and are almost devastated. He didn't have much hope in the first place, and it was already a dereliction of duty for him not to be able to share his worries. As for the stalemate that made it almost impossible to scratch his head, Gru felt that with His Highness's current state......

"Goods such as longbows and combs were contracted to be sold in Andrari's name when the next 'otters' arrived. Depending on the product category, a handling fee of 10 to 20 percent will be charged, and the specific amount will be decided by you and Livia......"

His Highness, who had just been loveless, suddenly seemed to be reborn, which made Gru's eyes widen in surprise, but the method proposed by His Highness made the earth really realize what it means to be real money in circulation.

"With Garlanord's economy and production system...... "Even the children of the abyss had to make a cautious attempt in the face of this alien royal capital like an economic desert," "and buy large quantities of spices, medicinal herbs, and grain that can be easily stored from Garanord, and trade them with our new currency." Don't they love these delicate knick-knacks, I'm going to flood Andrarui's newly-minted currency among the inhabitants of Garanord and let them circulate thoroughly!" said the Children of the Abyss to the goblins viciously.

"But Your Highness, the crops and the like here are so cheap that anyone can eat as much fruit as they walk down the street, and the generous elves are not even willing to take any kind of possessions! If we put a lot of money in, will the goods that cannot be sold be backlogged at the bottom of the warehouse?" Gru's instincts for money have been sharp in this era, but his ideas are still inevitably too conservative.

"Don't worry, Andrari will continue to grow and the food will be shipped back to supply our employees directly. The Son of the Abyss looked confident, "As for the medicines and spices, they are ready to be sold to those human merchants who are unprofitable and cannot afford to make a profit! It will be difficult for Andrarui to encounter the bottleneck of self-growth in a few years, so you can do it with confidence! Andrari's chief professional manager!"

"Yes, Your Highness!" Gru bowed solemnly to the Children of the Abyss.

Through His Highness's description, the wise goblins were already able to foresee some future prosperity.

"Your Highness Andrei, you still have a court etiquette class in the afternoon......" The voice of the elven priest came from outside the door of the temporary residence of the Children of the Abyss.

"Ennr......" His Highness Andrarui lifted his forehead in grief-stricken expression.

The little goblin noticed that the great, omnipotent Highness Andre in front of him was wilting like a leaky sac toy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What kind of tribulations did His Highness go through in the royal capital of the elves!?The thought of those trials that could make the omnipotent His Highness change color, Gru trembled uncontrollably. But because of this, the sense of mission of the goblin manager to help His Highness break the impasse in front of him has become more and more profound!