Dourk Tavern, Walluo City.

The lunch was quick and the food was quite delicious as Captain Rumus said. It could be said that the delicacy of each menu was equivalent to a family restaurant on earth. Something that extraordinary because in the Amstell Continent, salt, sugar, and spices were expensive and rare commodities.

Unfortunately, the ginger beer served by Dourk Tavern made the Magwurt City group want to cry and swear non-stop.

"This beer tastes like horse pee mixed with boiled ginger water." Captain Rumus complained while glancing at the Amur Beer samples.

Lt. Col. Slane said casually, "Maybe we can offer Amur Beer to this tavern owner."

"Ser Slane, with all due respect, I think Amur Beer deserves a better place." Still in a pleading tone Captain Rumus continued, "One of my men can return to Magwurt City to pick up Lady Maine, then we can follow her advice to meet the nobles at Walluo Castle."

Lt. Col. Slane took a bite of an apple in his hand before saying, "Captain, it doesn't matter where we start, what matters is where we end. After all, the Amur Beer we carry is not an exclusive commodity for nobles."

Captain Rumus fell silent while Lt. Col. Slane cheerfully called out to one of the waitresses.

"I want to thank the cook for this delicious lunch, can I offer him a glass of beer?"

The female waitress who seemed to be 17-18 years old nodded before saying proudly, "Papa was the head cook at Walluo Castle before opening this tavern. Unfortunately, he was kicked out for the habit of giving leftovers to beggars."

"No wonder."

Lt. Col. Slane smiled, then took a beer glass that will be included in the Amur Beer's promotion. Meanwhile, Captain Rumus grabbed a small barrel containing Amur Beer samples from his men and immediately opened the seal.

As Amur Beer poured into the glass in Lt. Col. Slane's hand, the female waitress was amazed at the very clear golden-yellow beer.

Not long after the young waitress brought Amur Beer into the kitchen, an old man in casual clothes and a cream-colored apron came out carrying the empty glass.

All of the man's hair had turned white, his face was also full of wrinkles, but his steps were steady while his eyes were sharp and clear.

The Old Man gave a small bow before the Magwurt City group, then saying, "Gentlemen, my name is Dourk and I am very honored by your compliments. The beer you have brought is extraordinarily delicious."

Old Man Dourk looked at the empty glass in his hand before continuing in admiration, "I don't know who made it, but I'm sure it took decades or maybe generations to perfect the recipe."

Lt. Col. Slane immediately rose to his feet before giving a small bow to Old Man Dourk, "My name is Slane, thanks for your compliment, and is it okay if the Amur Beer that you just tasted was sold through this tavern?"

Captain Rumus immediately invited Old Dourk to sit in his chair, or to be precise in front of Lt. Col. Slane, and without hesitation Old Dourk accepted the good intention as he said.

"I don't mind, but I doubt I can buy Amur Beer. This shop's profit is not great. I can't even hire workers, and only rely on my wife to help out in the kitchen while my two daughters are the waitresses."

Lt. Col. Slane turned to the boy in the corner of the tavern before saying, "How about him?"

"While recuperating, Sturk is working here, but apart from food and shelter I can't pay him properly. So I don't know how long he will last."

After pondering for a moment, Lt. Col. Slane said, "Amur Beer is not expensive, only 6 coins/glass. Also, for the first year you only need to pay 48 liters for each barrel of 50 liters."

Old Dourk looked at Lt. Col. Slane with wide eyes and open mouth before doubtfully asking, "Are you sure about the offer?"

"I am."

"How many have you brought?"

"32 barrels, after the seal is opened, each barrel must be consumed within 12 days before the taste becomes softer. For unopened barrels, the taste can last up to 3-4 years as long as it is stored properly."

After making a brief calculation Old Man Dourk said, "I'll take 15 barrels then."

"Can you take them all?"

"Sorry, I have an adequate storage room, but I still have to buy vegetables, fruit, eggs, meat, and other foodstuffs."

"Mr. Dourk, right now you just have to pay a down payment and next month I will come to collect the rest. You can also return the unsold beer as long as it is in its original condition, or increase the order."

Old Dourk looked at Lt. Col. Slane deeply. "Mr. Slane, you have a strange way of trading."

"You could call it a breakthrough in marketing."

Old Man Dourk smiled faintly before asking, "What about the other bar owners? Most of them are pricks, but they are not idiots who can't see an opportunity. So I'm sure they'll grab your offer without hesitation."

"Unfortunately we didn't meet them and I was tired of walking around."

Old Dourk gave a small nod as he wondered why Lt. Col. Slane didn't wait until he met a mid-range bar owner to get a better price, but in the end he chose not to reveal his heart.

The deal with Old Dourk was closed after the old man happily offered his cart to move Amur Beer.

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A farm and ranch area south of Walluo City

Of the hundreds of farming families in the Kandez Region, the Jarac Family were only middle-class players. When the Tuscan Region was at its prime, the Jarac Family only took orders in the form of small crumbs.

However, when the Tuscan Region was at its lowest point, the Jarac Family was the only Farmer Family in the Kandez Region who did not look away when they asked for a price break.

The Jarac family even sold groceries to the Tuscan Region several times for almost no profit.

With the improving condition of the Tuscan Region, the Tuscan Region higher-ups decided it was time to return the favor to Jarac Family.

Captain Rumus smoothly parked the M1152 in front of a large house with wooden walls and thatched roof, and as soon as he got off an old man immediately approached him while dozens of children looked at the iron carriages that had just entered their yard.

"You haven't visited in a long time, and now when you come you are riding a strange iron carriage."

"Uncle Jarac, it's nice to see you healthy and fit."

Old Jarac gave a small nod before speaking casually, "Come on in, we have a lot of excess vegetables that haven't been sold for the past few days."

As usual, Old Man Jarac would say he had a lot of excess vegetables and would sell them cheaply. However, never once did he sell unworthy vegetables or fruit to the Tuscan Region. Therefore, Captain Rumus's heart felt warm while his gaze was fixed on the old farmer in front of him.

"Ummm ... Uncle we'd better talk first, our order this time is bigger than usual."

"It seems news that Tuscan Region is winning the conflict with the Northern Coalition is not a rumor."

"Yeah, and now Tuscan Region's economy has improved."

Without further ado, Old Jarac then took the entourage from Magwurt City to sit on the terrace, and not long after that several women came out carrying boiled corn, red apples, pears, oranges, and roasted sweet potatoes.

"I hope you are still fond of farmers' food."

"Of course, for me and the entire Tuscan Region, every meal from the Jarac Family fields is a priceless blessing."

Without hesitation, Captain Rumus took a roasted sweet potato and devoured it cheerfully, while Lt. Col. Slane and his bodyguards took various fruits.

As a farmer who cares for every plant in his field like his own child, the stern expression on Old Jarac's face softened as he watched his guests cheerfully enjoy the harvest of his field.

After putting a mouthful of roasted sweet potato in his mouth, Captain Rumus then handed a list to Old Man Jarac, who accepted it with wide eyes.

In all his life he had never seen such white paper and such neat writing, so it was only natural that he was stunned for a while, and when he read the list that was written on the paper, Old Man Jarac became even more dumbfounded.

Apart from wheat, barley, soybeans, and cereal crops, he could provide all the vegetables, fruits, and tubers on the list. It's just that the list specifically stated that products must be sorted by quality with codes A, B, C while the rest were coded D.

Also, the ripeness level of the fruit was divided into two categories, ⅘ ripe for code A and ⅗ ripe for other codes. As for animal products such as meat, milk, and eggs, the conditions must be as fresh as possible.

"The sorting will be tiring, but I can do it. The problem is the quantity you are asking for is too big. I have to involve the other family, and of course they will not give a discount like me."

Captain Rumus casually nodded, "We understand and are ready to pay the normal price, it's just that we'll only talk to Uncle Jarac."

As the sole representative, the Jarac Family would receive a 2% commission from other families, but Old Jarac was in no rush to celebrate.

"Are you sure? Because for orders of this size usually the 6-8 biggest players will be appointed as representatives."

"We are absolutely sure."

"Fine then, but you must be aware I can't convince other families just by talking."

"Of course."

Captain Rumus then took out 20 banknotes made of sheepskin measuring 30x20 cm, each worth 10,000 coins, complete with a receipt.

Old Jarac looked at the banknote in front of him for a moment before calling out to his wife.

With great care, Old Jarac's wife then examined the banknotes one by one before finally, she took a deep breath.

"All of them are genuine banknotes from Makai Central Bank, where did you get them?"

Captain Rumus cheerfully answered, "From an underground vault at Fort Cambia."

Old Man Jarac and his wife immediately took a deep breath, while inwardly they muttered, 'Looks like the Gods in heaven are back on the side of Tuscan Region.'

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