Poof!

Samwell looked at the "fireworks" in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

Bachelor of Science rarely blushed a little, coughed lightly, and said:

"My lord, for now, I can only go so far. Although the power is not as great as you said, it is still a relatively good ignition, although it is not as good as [wildfire], but it is easy to manufacture and the cost is not high. ”

Samwell sighed, not too harsh.

In order to prevent the bachelor from being able to stir up live experiments, he set up a research topic for the other party - black powder.

Of course, he himself is actually a keyboard warrior who knows nothing about this knowledge.

Bachelor Coburn really made black powder according to the specious hints Samwell gave, is it powerful......

It's similar to fireworks, but it can only be a fairly good ignition.

It's still far from a battlefield killer.

Fortunately, Samwell didn't have much hope, he didn't have a system and no knowledge, it was too difficult for him to climb the technology tree, and with this kung fu, it was really better to make a dragon.

It's time to get a dragon, Samwell suddenly thought, after all, the time for the red comet is almost coming.

However, this research still has to continue, and no matter how bad it is, it can still give the bachelor something to do.

"Well, it's not bad." Samwell encouraged, "We can continue to research, and the ratio of gunpowder can be adjusted to see if we can come up with a more powerful formula." Also, you can study how to create a confined space, so that maybe the explosion can be more powerful. ”

Bachelor nodded thoughtfully, "Yes, my lord." ”

Samwell looked at the brooding Bachelor and suddenly felt that maybe one day this person could really surprise him.

After all, this guy can even make up a cyborg, and maybe one day he will be able to pull out a TNT.

Leaving the Bachelor's Tower, Samwell made his way to the first floor hall of the castle, where a dozen brightly dressed merchants were already seated.

When they saw the baron enter, they quickly got up and saluted.

"Sit down, gentlemen." Samwell waved his hand and took his seat at the Lord's seat.

The maid filled the glass in front of him, and stepped aside.

Samwell took a sip from his glass and said:

"Gentlemen, I know that you are all well-known grape merchants, and that is why I have invited you to come and negotiate a big deal."

A chubby merchant spoke, "Lord Baron, I heard that you want to buy fresh grapes, right?" ”

"Yes." Samwell nodded.

There is no way, the grapes in the territory grow too slowly, but at this time, the brandy has already made a name for itself on the continent of Westeros, Qingting Island, Old Town, and High Court have sent many letters urging him to speed up production, and Count Leighton Hightower even put down his arrogance, saying that he will take as much as he wants.

However, the production of brandy on Hawkspey Island is severely limited.

Although there is no shortage of labor in the territory and the manufacture of distillation equipment is not a problem, there is a shortage of raw materials for brewing.

The grapes planted on a large scale are not yet ripe, and it seems that Samwell still underestimated the enthusiasm of the nobility of the Seven Kingdoms for brandy, and the previously planned planting area was still too conservative.

Therefore, he can now only solve the problem of raw material shortage by purchasing grapes.

Although the cost will increase in this way, the good thing is that there is still money to be made.

As long as there is something to earn, then what are you hesitating about.

"I need a lot of fresh grapes, which is currently tentatively set at 50,000 pounds a month, and that number will increase in the future, so I need a stable partner." With that, Samwell slowly swept across the room.

Sure enough, the merchants all showed surprised and greedy looks.

It's a big deal indeed!

"Lord Baron! The grapes on our island are some of the best in all of Westeros! Choose us and you won't regret it! ”

"Lord Baron, the grapes in our wine hall are the most inexpensive!"

"Lord Baron, the grapes of our Golden Tree City are picked by the maidens themselves!"

……

Samwell smiled and pressed his hands to stop the crowd's shouting:

"You can sit here, you have passed the preliminary selection, and the quality and yield of the grapes definitely meet my requirements. However, because I was looking for a long-term stable partner this time, there were some additional requirements. ”

"Your Excellency, just speak!"

"Okay." Samwell's face was straight, and his tone became serious, "First of all, since it is a long-term cooperation, then I ask for the payment to be settled once every six months. ”

"Half a year?"

The businessmen immediately talked about it.

Of course, they understand that this is equivalent to having to pay for half a year's grape production themselves.

That's not a small amount.

"Yes, it will be settled on a semi-annual basis. If anyone has an opinion about this, they can quit now. Samwell said lightly, picking up his glass and taking another sip.

When he put down his glass, he saw that there was no one on the field.

After all, with such a big benefit, what if it ends in half a year.

And now Samwell Caesar is also a little famous, and the merchants are willing to take some risks for him.

"Very well, it seems that you still believe in my credibility." Samwell smiled slightly and waved his hand at the maid behind him, "I only plan to choose three partners this time, and how to choose these three ......"

Waiting for the maid to give each merchant a piece of parchment, Samwell continued:

"Please write down your supply price on a piece of paper, and when the time comes, I will choose three partners according to your price. Please note that you will only have one chance to bid. ”

Hearing this, the merchants were stunned for a moment, and then their colors changed.

"Quiet!" Samwell interrupted before they could speak, "This process is not allowed to speak. Let's go. ”

The merchants were like ducks choked by the neck, but they were afraid of the authority of the lord, so they could only sigh and bow their heads, look at the parchment in their hands, and hesitate.

Of course, they understood the young lord's intentions, which was to make them lower the price of each other.

But although I understand, I can't help it.

While secretly cursing how this damn baron could come up with such a bad idea, he gritted his teeth and wrote his lowest price.

After the maid had put away the parchment, Samwell removed the two that were obviously too low, and then took out the three with the lowest bids and gave them to Gavin.

Gavin then read out the names of the three merchants above.

The expression of the merchant whose name was read was a little complicated, and he was happy that he had won the order, but he also began to feel that his quotation just now was too low......

As for those whose names were not read, they all showed disappointment.

Samwell said loudly:

"Very well, then my manager will sign the supply contract with these three companies. As for the rest of the gentlemen, although the deal has not been made, you are still friends of Hawkspew, and I will present you with a bucket of brandy as a reward for all your travel. ”

The merchants' faces softened slightly, and they began to praise the lord's generosity.

Samwell had a few words to Gavin before turning and leaving the hall.

As soon as he went out, he saw a middle-aged man in a monk's robe walking towards him.

"Lord Caesar, I am a servant of the Seven Gods, Ivan."

Sure enough, it still came.

People from the Church of the Seven Gods.

"Brother Ivan." Samwell squeezed out a polite smile, "Did you just arrive today?" ”

"I arrived half a month ago, and I have patrolled the territory of your territory during this time, and I just returned to Eagle's Beak Island today."

"Well, I hope you enjoy your life here." Samwell replied casually and prepared to leave.

Unfortunately, Brother Ivan obviously did not intend to let him go so easily: "Lord Caesar, I need your help. ”

"What helps." Samwell said patiently.

"I have to say, Lord Caesar, your territory is expanding faster than ever, but because of this, I am afraid that you have overlooked a serious problem. Those savages, they believe in all kinds of messy false gods, which is a stain on your piety, and even more blasphemy against the seven gods. ”

Samwell glanced at the monk expressionlessly, and said lightly:

"Your Excellency Ivan, I'll just tell you straight. When I first recruited these savages, I promised them that I would not force them to convert. That's why my territory has grown so fast. So, if you want me to issue a decree to forcibly unify the faith, I'm sorry, but please forgive me for not being able to break the oath I made before. ”

"Lord Caesar, I did not ask you to issue such a decree." Brother Ivan said with a smile.

Samwell was slightly surprised: "Then you...... What do you want? ”

"My request is simple. First of all, you must build a church dedicated to the Seven Gods in your territory and allow me to freely spread the gospel of the Seven Gods, second, you must attend church services regularly, and thirdly, you must pay regular contributions according to the standard of a baron, of course, if you want to give more, the Seven Gods will give you more. ”

Samwell listened silently, and suddenly felt that this monk's condition was really not excessive. These are the most basic requirements.

Aside from the North, which liege's territory doesn't have a church? And which knight doesn't attend the service regularly?

As for the donation, the standard for a baron is ten silver deer per month.

It's not a burden for Samwell.

Originally, he was worried that the church people would grab his pigtails and make some excessive demands.

Samwell glanced at the monk, only to notice a small lantern around his neck.

Each monk would dedicate himself to a certain form of the seven gods, and the lantern was a symbol of the old woman.

It seems that this Ivan monk may have really inherited the wisdom of the old woman.

"As long as you don't force my people to believe in the Seven Gods, I can agree to these conditions." Samwell didn't want to be in conflict with the church, and it would be best if he could get along peacefully.

"Of course not. Faith is never forced. It is not pious to force it. Ivan smiled vicissitudes, "Lord Caesar, as long as you allow me to preach in your territory, I believe that one day, your people will spontaneously gather under the light of the Seven Gods." ”

Samwell pouted to himself, noncommittal.

Just as he was secretly glad that he had passed the church, he heard Brother Ivan say again:

"By the way, Lord Caesar, there's one more small request I want you to accept."

"Tell me about it."

"I want to enlighten the children in the orphanage."

Samwell looked at the monk deeply, but shook his head and said:

"Thank you for your kindness. However, I have already arranged for someone to enlighten the children. ”

Ivan smiled slightly, but didn't entangle, just nodded yes.

(End of chapter)