The air in the room froze.

Vincent's seemingly inadvertent mention of the past left the father and daughter in a state of astonishment and silence.

However, this reaction directly confirms that this is not groundless, otherwise Schalke would not be so shocked and unable to make any denials.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm saying this out of respect, not as a threat. Even if it's all in the past, the facts are the facts, and as long as they are facts, they can't be erased."

Vincent pretended to be light-hearted, but his words did not comfort anyone.

"You probably recognized the wrong person." Schalke probably wanted to hide it, but shook his head lightly and said, "I'm just a veteran, I don't know the earl."

"Actually, I don't know the earl, let alone see it." Vincent stared into his eyes and said, "This is what Deputy Master Karl of the Order said, and he said a lot, and only a small part of it is relevant to you."

Hearing these words, Schalke nodded slightly, he knew the demon clan, and he knew the nobles of Herod even more.

If you can keep your mouth shut under the torture of the demons, it is really not the willpower that the knights of the Knights can have.

Even if Carl could remain silent for the sake of his family's honor and dignity, no other insider would be able to.

However, he was wrong about one thing, none of the Order's captives could keep a secret under threat.

Carl, the deputy head of the regiment, who was desperate, was deeply shocked, and he didn't suffer any torture, so he directly confessed.

So much so that the lich thought that such an easy confession was lying, or that he had been greeted solidly.

A mere deputy head of the Knights, hundreds of the heads of the Knights who were killed back then, such a small person is not worth showing mercy to their subordinates.

"The Knights have paid the price for entering my territory this time to do evil, but the people they ordered to kill are no longer alive." Vincent simply made the matter clear, "Their attempt to make you guilty and meritorious service has also failed."

"That's not my own wish, it's just the wishful thinking of Herod Lingus." Schalke said calmly, "I never thought about doing anything for them, since I left that country, I didn't want to go back, this rebellion, just to let the villagers live."

"This will be nerve-wracking for the Prince, after all, he is now in power, and he will not let go of anything that puts gold on his face. For example, go deep into dangerous places, rescue heroes who are trapped in enemy countries, and the princes of the former kings......

Just as Vincent was about to continue, Schalke interrupted him with a blank look at him, trying to suppress his irritable impulses.

This demon is really aggressive, but there is nothing he can do about it.

"For the sake of the gods, please don't say any more, my lord."

Ninia looked at the two men with worried faces, and from their words, the girl had heard something extremely unusual, and it was very likely that this incident had something to do with her.

Could it be that my father has always hidden his identity?

However, the topic of the two Riddlers changed again.

"You can't hold the fire in the paper." Vincent paid close attention to his words, pondering his accent and movements, becoming more and more sure that his thoughts were correct, "Whether or not you have colluded with the Herodians, you have indeed led the wolf into the rebellion." ….

This is not a false accusation, but a fact.

Had it not been for the rebellion in the nearby towns and villages, and the few troops and officials on the border who were already few troops and officials had been driven away by them, the Herodians might have come in so swaggeringly and still not leaving.

"The villagers have lost their land, they can't bear the poverty anymore, and the tax is bending their backs, which is just a helpless move." Schalke bowed deeply and said, "I know this has nothing to do with you directly, but this is fate, we rebel against your predecessor, and you have to clean up the mess."

"Poverty? If it doesn't exist, rebellion can't solve the problem of poverty, only development can." Vincent pushed the bottle in front of Schalke, "If this bottle were sold to the Herodes, how much do you think it would be worth?"

Although I don't know what the lord is fighting

What an idea, but under the low eaves, Schalke still had to be patient and accompany the young big demon to continue playing.

"Five Gold Coins...... Maybe sell farther, maybe more than ten." Schalke pondered for a long time before concluding, "Whether it is wine or containers, it is superb, especially this bottle, it is simply a work of art and worth collecting."

This is not a mere compliment, but Schalke's honest conclusion based on life experience.

Both the god of craftsmanship and the god of art affirmed this, so Schalke definitely did not brag.

Through his own judgment, he could probably still recognize the material of this bottle, which should not be precious crystal or jade, but more likely to look like fired glass.

It's just that compared to those colorful glass artworks that are extremely transparent, and can't control the shape at all, this bottle is simply transparent and clear, and it is a waste as a wine bottle.

Thirty years have passed, could it be that the technology of the demon race has developed to such a high level?

"That's yours." Vincent smiled and said, "Five gold coins is not a lot of gifts."

The gift was actually quite sincere, and Schalke knew that the bottle was worth a lot of money.

For the aristocracy who liked to enjoy and show off, glass as an ornament and a container, they still knew it.

Although the color of glass products always becomes colorful because of the different impurities in the raw materials, and the quality is also uneven because of the level of craftsmanship, it is not rare.

Vincent also knew a little about the process of firing with quartz sand and then blowing glass, which is a unique technique of the alchemy workshop.

The vast majority of the population thought those things were unattainable, so they replaced them with cheaper pottery, and only the extravagant aristocracy was able to feed this niche market, allowing the technology and experience to be passed on slowly.

Unfortunately, due to the lack of basic science, alchemists and craftsmen have been unable to explain why glass becomes colorful and has a strange appearance, even if they can find a little bit of a way.

As for the large piece of flat glass that can be used as a mirror for doors and windows, it sounds like a fantasy to them.

In addition, the alchemists kept secrets and never passed them on, so the progress of the industry has been very slow.

If you think that you can get decent glass by burning sand, you are mistaken. ….

Without furnaces that can be calcined at high temperatures, blowpipes of special alloys, secret ingredients that even the craftsmen themselves can't figure out, skilled craftsmen who have passed down their skills, and a lot of money that they have to prepare when the yield rate is low, ordinary alchemy workshops simply cannot make decent glass.

So when Vincent placed the bottle in front of Schalke, he was surprised to see it.

"If I could keep the price of each bottle of wine below 3 gold coins while maintaining the quality, and produce it in large quantities in Sweetwater Village, do you think the people in the village would still be so poor that they would have to raise a banner to rebel for their livelihood?"

3 coins? Schalke suspected he had misheard.

A farmer's annual income of five gold coins is enough to survive, and even if a bottle of wine is sold for three gold coins, as long as the output of a few hundred bottles is more than enough to feed the villagers.

I'm afraid that not everyone will become richer because of this, far more than any of the surrounding villages.

This is the true meaning of the so-called sweetwater village specialty.

"This bottle is made from ingredients from the village...... If I set up a winery and a glass workshop in Sweetwater Village and produce more than 20,000 bottles a year, glass bottles are just an option, and maybe I can get a blue and white porcelain vase," Vincent smiled confidently, "Those who have no permanent production have no perseverance, and with industry, won't poverty and chaos disappear?"

What arrogance!

Schalke, who was noncommittal, inadvertently glanced at his daughter, only to find Ninia holding the wine bottle and looking at Vincent.

The girl's eyes were full of undisguised trust and adoration, and the old father could see it clearly.

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