Imperial Crown

A month passed, and it was July, the hottest time.

The trees outside Eagle Castle had been cut down long ago, and there was no annoying cicada chirping, but under the long-term scorching sun, the castle was as hot as a steamer.

"Hmm..."

Denise combed a strand of slightly damp hair behind her head and exhaled a breath of hot air, but the expression on her face showed her cheerful mood.

Under Raven's marketing and her superb business skills, Angel's Tears sold at a high price of one gold coin and seventy silver coins per bottle.

Although Raven gave away more than 60 bottles for promotion, and the first batch sold to the nobles also had discounts, a total of 376 bottles were sold. After deducting various costs, a total profit of 336 gold coins and 55 silver coins was obtained in the first month alone.

Of course, 70% of this was Raven's, but even so, Fedro Business also received 100 gold coins.

The nobles will not buy in large quantities in the short term, but they can play a great demonstration effect. As long as it becomes popular, sales should not drop too much in the next year at least.

This is indeed a suitable deal.

In less than a year, her initial investment will be fully recovered, and all the income from now on will be pure profit. Even if sales decline later, the dividends she can get every year should not be less than 500 gold coins.

500 gold coins!

This is almost equivalent to a shining gold town. The net profit of Fedro Business in a year is just this much!

And all this originated from Raven's invention, which took only three days from beginning to end.

Denise felt that she could not see through this man more and more. Is he really just a gangster of low birth?

Knock, knock.

There was a knock on the door: "Mrs. Denise, the iced Angel's Tears you wanted."

"Come in." Denise leaned back in her chair, ready to enjoy the rare relaxing time in summer.

The door opened, and the maid was about to bring the plate in when she suddenly found a big hand under the plate. She was about to scream in surprise, but she saw Raven's face.

He put his index finger on his lips, signaling her not to make a sound, and then turned his head slightly.

The maid understood and left quietly.

Raven walked into the house with the plate and gently closed the door.

In this sultry summer day, Denise was wearing very light clothes, only a light lavender silk dress.

Wet by sweat, the thin silk dress gently stuck to her tender skin, making it difficult to tell whether the silk made her skin look tighter or her skin made the silk more tender.

She closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the chair, her black hair scattered, her plump red lips were extremely eye-catching, and her slender and slender neck showed a sexy and seductive moist luster.

Underneath was the plump figure, which did not sag at all, supporting the clothes with a sexy arc.

Naked.

Under the silk skirt, her knees were facing each other, her legs were slightly apart, and her ten toes were playfully spread apart on the soft carpet, each of which was dyed with a fresh bright red color.

Raven couldn't bear to break this beautiful scene, so he tiptoed forward, put the tray on the table, quietly poured a glass of wine, and handed it to Denise.

The latter touched the glass, her index finger fell on the back of Raven's hand, and suddenly opened her eyes: "Why are you here!?"

She wanted to stand up, but the posture of her legs made it difficult for her to exert force. She just stood halfway and fell down, groaning.

The water ripples.

"This is my castle, I can be wherever I want." Raven said, "And I advise you not to move. The more you move, the clearer I can see."

"Rogue!" Denise glared at him fiercely, threw the wine glass on the table, stood up despite his dissuasion, twisted her slender waist and walked to the closet, took out a heavy nightgown to cover herself: "What are you going to do?"

Denise is tall and plump, and the process of walking to the closet in a light silk dress is so eye-catching that people can't wait to rush up and take this beautiful scenery into their arms.

Raven adjusted his posture so as not to wrong his second brother, and said with a smile: "Of course I'm here to urge my final payment, aunt, you still owe me 700 gold coins."

"When the funds come back, I will give it to you." Denise said: "Business is about win-win cooperation. If I go bankrupt, it will not be of any benefit to you."

"Of course I know that." Raven's eyes fell on her neck, which was sweating because of the heat: "But I'm in urgent need of money now, can't you work harder?"

"Impossible." Denise hated Raven's eyes, but she couldn't cover it up more-because it was too hot.

This feeling of heat made her even more annoyed: "Last time, in order to deliver your three hundred gold coins, I drew out the payment for the purchase of autumn grain. This time, the profit must be used to make up for it immediately."

"If you want quick money, then give me the formula of the wonderful liquid for making Angel's Tears!"

Raven shook his head: "You know it's impossible."

"Then please wait patiently." Denise pointed to the door and said: "Now I am going to carry out the next stage of business planning. Please get out of my room immediately!"

Raven spread his palms: "You can't go back to Mon'en City and borrow money in the name of Fedro Business..."

Before he finished speaking, a pillow had already hit him on the head.

With a snap, the pillow was caught steadily by Raven. He lowered his head and took a deep sniff: "Hmm... It smells good. Is it the rouge produced by [Elegant Lady]?"

Denise was embarrassed and angry: "Raven!!"

"Oh, calm down, Aunt Denise. You will feel cool if you are calm. You are so hot because you think too much." Raven slowly stepped back: "Since you don't agree, I will leave first."

He stepped back step by step, and just as he was about to leave, he suddenly turned back: "By the way, I still like the purple one more."

Denise was stunned for a moment, then looked down at her toes, and for a moment she didn't know how to react.

Raven closed the door and shook his head gently.

He came here, of course, not just to tease Denise-of course, this is indeed very interesting.

He was worried about something else.

Back in the conference room, Old Gordon was already waiting there: "Lord Raven, everything has been arranged according to your instructions, nothing has been left out."

"Westdon didn't come to cause trouble, did he?" Raven asked.

Gordon smiled: "No, Master Weisdong didn't even dare to get close when he heard that it was your order."

"But is this really okay, Lord Raven? After all, this is Eagle Castle..."

"It's Eagle Castle that's why I have to do this." Raven said firmly: "From tonight, you and Poirot will live in Eric's house. Remember, don't tell anyone else."

"Your decision is always wise." Gordon bowed and said: "I will follow your orders, sir."

A burst of hurried footsteps came, and a maid reported anxiously: "Sir, it's not good, Mr. Poirot is injured!"

Raven immediately became alert. Poirot mastered the saponification reaction technology in his hands, and he couldn't help but pay attention: "Don't worry, tell me in detail."

"Mr. Poirot was injured, very seriously injured, and a large piece of his right hand was burned. It looks like moldy rotten meat!" The maid had a fearful and panicked expression on her face.

Her statement was very confusing, but Raven could tell that Poirot was not in danger: "Where is he? Take me there."

"Yes, yes!" The maid didn't even bother to salute, and turned around and walked in front.

Raven sighed quietly, the quality of this maid was really worrying.

But there was nothing he could do about it.

There are maids and servants in this world, but they are very dependent on each other. They are usually sent to noble territories when they are very young, and then undergo rigorous training, and work for a lifetime.

In order to reduce the expenses of the castle and reduce the possibility of his secret being discovered, Donald fired all the trained maids and servants in the castle. Those at the ceremony a month ago were rented by Gordon from the town of Shining Gold at a high price.

Now that the finances of Eagle Castle are gradually easing, there are three more maids in the castle, but they are all from the people of the territory and have no time to train. There is nothing to pick, so they can only make do with them.

All the way to the ward, as soon as he entered the door, Raven smelled a salty smell, which was obviously the smell of sodium hydroxide solution.

Poirot was lying on the bed holding his hand, sweating profusely, and a maid was busy bandaging his hand with gauze, but the effect was minimal, and blood was oozing out of the cotton gauze.

"My lord, why are you here?" Poirot sat up directly from the bed and glared at the maid: "Didn't I tell you not to disturb my lord?!"

"I came here by myself." Raven sighed helplessly and said coldly: "You two go out and do your work first, I will handle this here."

The maid in charge of bandaging shuddered: "But my lord..."

"Get out!" Raven emphasized the tone, and the two maids quickly bowed and turned away.

Pulling off the gauze bit by bit, Poirot clenched his teeth tightly.

Although he had a premonition in his heart, Raven couldn't help but take a breath of cold air when he saw the wound.

On the fat palm, the skin was burnt and twisted, like a tightened fishing net, and the tender meat inside was exposed, like a sausage that was roasted and burst, and blood was flowing out.

"How did it become like this?" Raven asked: "Didn't I tell you to wear gloves when handling caustic soda!?"

"Sir, the weather is too hot. I wear gloves all day, and both hands are full of prickly heat..." Poirot muttered with his head down: "And I didn't expect it to suddenly burst when heated..."

Raven asked: "Did you use an iron pot!?"

Poirot's old face blushed: "Yes... yes, there were not enough wooden barrels at that time..."

"You really don't know how to live or die!" Raven was almost laughed at by him: "Do you think the rules I set for you are a joke!?"

Sodium hydroxide and iron react at high temperature to produce water, ferric tetroxide and hydrogen. The first two are nothing, but the third is a deadly thing!

I can only say that it was fortunate that it exploded directly in the pot. If it had taken a little longer, the whole kitchen would have been ruined.

Raven pulled a basin of water from the side and pressed Poirot's hand into it. Then he turned around and poured half of the automatically replenished healing potion into the water bowl and handed it to Poirot: "Drink it."

Poirot nodded and drank the potion, then exclaimed: "Oh my God, it's amazing!"

The wound on his hand began to close at an extremely fast speed, and the bleeding was stopped immediately. Although it has not completely healed, he will be able to continue moving in the first half of the month at most.

"You should rest at home for half a month." Raven said, "I will hire people from Goldsmith Town to prepare the food for the next period of time."

Poirot did not want to lose this well-paid job: "But Lord Raven..."

"Don't worry, no one will take your place." Raven said with a smile: "After you recover from your injury, if you don't want to make improvements to Angel's Tears, just focus on your job."

"Yes, sir!" Poirot nodded: "I promise, I will never disobey your order next time!"

"Well, I believe you." Raven patted his shoulder and turned to leave.

For a lord, chef and guard are the two most important positions. If you have a conflict with anyone, you cannot get angry or fall out with these two people. Even if you can no longer use them, you must appease them before replacing them.

Because their duties are related to the safety of the lord.

Raven grew up watching the Romance of the Three Kingdoms in his previous life, and he didn't want to make the same mistake as a guy with a leopard head and ringed eyes and a snake spear eight feet long.

"Talents are rare!" Raven sighed quietly as she walked in the castle.

Poirot did make a big mistake, but Raven still couldn't replace him.

After all, except for Poirot, no one is qualified for the important task of preparing glycerin.

Although it is not technically difficult, it does require operational precision, and since it is related to the secret of Angel Tears, only those who are absolutely loyal can do it.

Most of the people in the territory are loyal, but they are not smart enough. If you want to teach them, God knows how much time it will take.

And if too many people know about it, the news will inevitably leak out.

"Lord Raven!" Eric's figure appeared at the end of the corridor: "I heard that you are looking for me?"

"How's the discussion about equipment procurement going?" Raven asked.

"Not too optimistic." Eric said: "Most of the best bows nearby are produced in Thousand Needles Pine Forest, which is now in the hands of the Wharton family. They ask for five gold coins for a bow of three gold coins. It is really too expensive. I Someone has been sent to Meng’en City to contact someone.”

Raven was not surprised by this result.

A month ago, after returning to Ironforge, Angel woke up and scolded Judra, and declared that Judra's promise was completely invalid and that the Wharton family would never hand over their own. benefits gained.

This was certainly against the credibility of the nobles, but apart from a few mild criticisms, no one stood up to uphold justice and maintain order.

After all, if there is no conflict of interests, who would wade into such muddy waters for no reason?

Raven asked: "There are still some good beech trees in the warehouse, can't we make our own bows?"

"I'm afraid it's not that easy." Eric smiled bitterly: "I once saw the production process of a strong bow. It is very complicated. It requires dozens of processes. The process is very long. It can't be made in less than three years, and the yield rate is very low. It’s very low, otherwise the price wouldn’t be so high.”

Raven just asked casually. Hearing this, he could only sigh again: "Talents are rare!"

"Actually, there is a way." Eric said, "But it's not so glorious..."

Raven's eyes lit up, and he looked at his retainer with some surprise. He didn't expect Eric, who had thick eyebrows, small eyes, and an upright face, to say something like this: "What's so disgraceful, tell me?"

"You know, the Continental Convention 230 years ago clearly prohibited the slave trade." Eric was a little embarrassed, but he still introduced in a low voice: "But Bloody Highlands doesn't care about this. I heard that slaves are often traded there. , there are many skilled dwarves, gray dwarves and gnomes.”

Raven became interested: "What about the others?"

"Are there any elves, catwomen, fox girls, or drows?!"

Eric said: "There must be some..."

Raven asked: "What's the price?"

"I have never been to this, so I don't know much about it." Eric said, "But I heard some things when I was with Mr. Donald. It is said that the price of an elf can reach tens of thousands of gold coins. As for dwarves and gray dwarves, the price ranges from a thousand gold coins to a few hundred gold coins. If you have extraordinary power, the price will be even higher."

Raven had an expectant smile on his face. Although he didn't have enough money now, he would have enough money sooner or later. He was already looking forward to that scene...

The sound of rapid footsteps suddenly came to mind, and Gore rushed in with sweat profusely:

"Lord Raven! As you expected, traces of rogue bandits were found near Yingzui Mountain!"

At the same time, inside the Eagle Wings Inn in Goldshire.

A man in a brown cloak knelt down on one knee: "Lord Hyde, I just received news that someone has arrived!"

Hyde asked: "How is the strength?"

The man replied: "Two first-level extraordinary, six first-level monster mounts, and sixteen masters of killing and stealing goods. Last year, the twenty-man team led by the second-level knight under John Viscount was destroyed in the process of transporting goods. into their hands!"

"Very good." A cold smile appeared on Hyde's face: "Tell them that they don't need to save their strength, just leave Raven a life."

"Raven, since you refuse to accept these five thousand gold coins, I will use it to hit you!"

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