Harrell pursed his mouth and closed his eyes in enjoyment. It's been a long time since there's been something he's so addicted to. "It's beautiful!" Harrell stared at Raj's crystal white face, "How much, sell it to me?"

"Shameless!" Raj was so angry that his hand holding the bamboo tube couldn't help but tremble.

Merlin laughed, although he was a partner with the boar man in front of him, but Merlin would not underestimate him because he was a half-orc. "Lady Catherine is the only beauty in Hippo City, and if the city lord wants to buy Raj back, of course there is no problem, but I'm afraid I won't be able to pass Madame's level!"

"It's boring to talk to you, where can the food at home compare to the taste outside!" Harrell's dark green eyes flashed with a sly light, "Since you don't want a beautiful girl, sell me a little bit of this bar." ”

Merlin laughed happily, "We're friends, and good wine is used to entertain good friends, so let's talk about how much money the docks in Hippo City make." ”

The docks and free trade zones that belong to Merlin are now run by Harrell, and Merlin only owns four tiers of income, and the remaining six tiers of revenue belong to the lord of Hippo City.

Harrell rubbed his fat fingers together and groaned. "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint Lord Merlin, this month's business has not been good, and I have only earned a total of fifty silver coins. ”

Merlin was hopeless, but he didn't expect to get into the account. The de facto ruler of Hippo City is Sister Vivien of the Abbey of Michel, and although Harrell is the titular lord of the city, he has no right to decide on specific matters.

Merlin had a few other ideas about the docks and the trade area, but none of them could be separated from Harrell, the lord of Hippo, and if he couldn't get enough of a voice in the Abbey of Michel, Merlin's plans would have to be postponed.

Looking at Harrell's appearance, you know that this is a very ambitious person who does not want to be controlled, especially by a woman, whether this woman is his wife or her wife's aunt. As a half-orc, he was able to become the lord of the commercial city of Hippo, and his own ability was beyond doubt. Merlin's appearance is an opportunity, Friends of the Saints, this is a big flag, at least Vivien will not openly oppose it.

"It doesn't matter, sooner or later the old docks in Hippo City will run out of them, I'm not worried about that. Isn't there anyone who dares to be interested in the free zone on the side of the wharf?" Merlin said calmly, all of which was expected.

"The tax rate in Hippo City is one-fifth, and of course the merchants are interested, but Lord Merlin has set up a few warehouses on the rocky beach, and the merchants are still a little worried, do they really not have to pay taxes?" Harrell laughed.

Merlin knew that the fundamental problem was strength, his own strength was not enough, and no merchant believed that Merlin could guarantee that these merchants would not have to pay transaction taxes when trading on Merlin's territory. The real king of Hippo City is actually Lord Vivien of Michel's Abbey, and if she does not agree, Merlin's free zone is nothing more than empty talk, and it is impossible for Merlin to get Vivien's support. The duty-free zone is located on the corner of the Abbey of Michel.

If you want to get a piece of the Hippo city, you can't rely on Harrell alone, Merlin sighed for a while, and realized that this matter still needs to be considered in the long run.

"How's this wine?" The wheat in the Ashfurnace Valley had just been planted, and now that there were more and more people eating, Merlin had to earn a little more gold. Before the freezing rain falls on the earth, if you can't stock up enough food, those ronins will come quickly, and when they leave, they will definitely not be slow.

"Not bad!" Harrell nodded, "much more flavorful than any other wine." ”

"Of course, these fountains of life grow out of bamboo. Nanzhu, the kind of plant that is only found in Michel Abbey, is an empty plant in the middle. Merlin took out a piece of bamboo from the space package and handed it to Harrell, "It's not easy to grow these bamboo wines, in the spring, you have to bury ten catties of honey in their roots, and in the summer, you have to pour the juice of the wine every two days, so that when autumn comes, it is possible to grow such a piece of bamboo wine in the ten bamboos, you say it is precious or not." ”

Harrell took the bamboo tube suspiciously, shook it, and there was a clanging sound inside, proving that it was full of bamboo wine, and then he looked at the bamboo tube carefully over and over again. However, no traces of chiseling were found on the surface of the bamboo tube.

"Lord St. Thomas praised this wine, saying that it contained the water of life. Merlin said, having no doubt that Harrell would be able to discover the mystery of bamboo wine, because even bamboo is a rare species in this place, let alone bamboo wine. Moreover, after Merlin planted the wine into the bamboo tube, the traces of those wine planting disappeared completely within three days, and if it wasn't for Merlin's special way of remembering the location of the bamboo wine, he might not have been able to find these bamboo wines by now.

The saint had also searched in the bamboo forest, but he had never seen bamboo wine except for the one that Merlin had suggested.

"The saints have also drunk the Fountain of Life?" Harrell asked.

"Of course, the saint is full of praise for the Fountain of Life!" Merlin laughed.

"How much is a bucket?" Harrell casually raised the bamboo tube in his hand, if it was really like what Merlin said, the saints were full of praise for this thing, then he must get some back today. Even if the price is a little higher. Harrell knew very well that the saint was a drunkard, and as a drinker, he had a very picky mouth, and if he was full of praise for a wine, that long meant that the next time Harrell had something to ask him for, he would just have to take out a little of this fountain of life.

"Five hundred gold coins!" Merlin whispered five fingers.

"How dare you make a bid!" Harrell picked up the wine glass on the table, gulped down, and then walked over and took Merlin's arm, "Merlin, you see that we are all partners, do you want to sell me a little more of this fountain of life?"

"You can only be given a maximum of five barrels. "Merlin now has only these fountains of life and the magic crystals of the abyssal ghosts, those magic crystals are the power source of the gray puppets, Merlin may sell them, so he can only sell these fountains of life for a high price.

"For God's sake, give five more buckets!"

"The saints only have five barrels, and your face is bigger than that of the saints?"