Bah, bah, bah—poof!

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

Bachelor Keben blushed a little, coughed slightly, and said:

"Sir, for now, we can only do this. Although the power is not as powerful as you said, it is still a relatively good ignition material. Although it is not as good as [wildfire], it is better than creating

It’s convenient and the cost is not high.”

Samwell sighed without being too harsh.

In order to prevent the Bachelor of Science from being tempted to do in vivo experiments, he had set up a research topic for him - black gunpowder.

Of course, he actually has only a little knowledge in this area and is at the level of a keyboard warrior.

Maester Qyburn actually made the black powder according to the specious hints given by Samwell, it is so powerful...

It's almost like a firework, and can only be used as a moderate ignition object.

It's still far from being a killer weapon on the battlefield.

Fortunately, Samwell didn't have high hopes. Without a system and knowledge, it would be too difficult for him to climb the technology tree. If he had the skills, he might as well build a dragon.

"Okay." Samwell's face straightened and his tone became serious, "First of all, since this is a long-term cooperation, I require that the payment be settled every six months."

"My lord, just say it!"

When he put down his wine glass, he saw that there were many people in the place.

"What help?" Samwell said patiently.

This is no small amount.

"Well, it's not bad." Samwell encouraged, "You can continue to study. The ratio of gunpowder can be adjusted to see if you can come up with a more powerful formula. Also, you can study how to create a confined space.

, then maybe the power of the explosion can be greater."

"Yes." Samwell nodded.

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

"Brother Ivan." Samwell forced a polite smile, "Have you just arrived today?"

"Lord Baron, the grapes in our Golden Tree City are picked by the girls themselves!"

"Lord Baron, the grapes in our fruit wine hall are the most affordable and high-quality!"

The maid filled the wine glass in front of him and walked to the side quietly.

As for those whose names were not read, they all looked disappointed.

A chubby businessman said: "Lord Baron, I heard that you want to purchase fresh grapes, right?"

"Quiet!" Samwell interrupted before they could speak. "No talking during this process. Let's begin."

Samwell glanced at the monk and then noticed a small lantern hanging around his neck.

Samwell said loudly:

"Very good. Next, my manager will sign supply contracts with these three companies. As for the remaining gentlemen, although the sale cannot be completed, you are still friends of Yingzui Island. I will give each of you a barrel of brandy.

As a reward for your traveling here."

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

"Of course not. Faith can never be forced. Forcing is never piety." Ivan showed a vicissitudes of smile, "Lord Caesar, as long as you allow me to preach in your territory, I believe that one day, your

The people will spontaneously gather under the light of the Seven Gods."

Therefore, he can only solve the shortage of raw materials by purchasing grapes.

After hearing this, the businessmen were stunned for a moment, and then their expressions changed.

Samwell curled his lips secretly, noncommittal.

Of course they understood the young lord's plan, which was to let them lower the price to each other.

The large-scale planting of grapes has not matured yet, and it seems that Samwell still underestimated the enthusiasm of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms for brandy, and the previously planned planting area was still too conservative.

Except for the North, which lord does not have a church in his territory? And which knight does not attend church services regularly?

Sure enough, he still came.

Samwell pressed his hand with a smile and stopped everyone's shouting:

"Everyone sitting here has already passed the preliminary screening. The quality and yield of the grapes must meet my requirements. However, because I want to find a long-term and stable partner this time, I have some additional requirements.

"

This is indeed a big deal!

People from the Church of the Seven Gods.

"Lord Baron! Our Arbor Island's grapes are the best in all of Westeros! Choose us, you will never regret it!"

"I need a large amount of fresh grapes. The current tentative price is 50,000 pounds per month. This amount will increase in the future, so I need a stable partner." After speaking, Samwell slowly swept across the audience.

Samwell glanced at the monk expressionlessly and said calmly:

"Your Excellency Ivan, let me tell you straight. When I recruited these savages, I promised them that I would not force them to change their beliefs. It is precisely because of this that my territory can grow at such a fast speed.

Develop and grow. So, if you want me to issue a decree and forcibly unify the faith, I'm sorry, but please forgive me for not being able to break the oath I made before."

After all, with such a huge benefit, so what if it is settled half a year?

As expected, the businessmen all looked surprised and greedy.

And now that Samwell Caesar is somewhat famous, businessmen are willing to take some risks for him.

Samwell picked up the wine glass and took a sip, saying:

"Gentlemen, I know that you are all well-known grape merchants, so I invite you to come and discuss a big deal."

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

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

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

The expression of the businessman whose name was read was a bit complicated. He was happy that he had won the order, but he also began to feel that the price he quoted just now was too low...

The merchants were like ducks being strangled one by one, but they were frightened by the lord's authority and could only sigh and lower their heads, looking at the parchment in their hands and hesitating.

Of course they understand that this means they have to advance their own funds to purchase half a year's worth of grapes.

After the maid gave each merchant a piece of parchment, Samwell continued:

"Please write down your supply prices on paper. When the time comes, I will select three partners based on your prices. Please note that you only have one chance to bid."

…

"My request is simple. First, you must build a church dedicated to the seven gods in the territory and allow me to spread the gospel of the seven gods freely. Second, you must attend church services regularly. Third, you must follow the baron's instructions.

Pay the donation regularly according to the standard. Of course, if you want to donate more, the Seven Gods will definitely give you more."

"I have to say, Lord Caesar, your territory is expanding at an unprecedented speed, but because of this, I'm afraid you have overlooked a serious problem. Those savages, they believe in all kinds of messy false gods, this is their piety to you

Defilement is even more of a blasphemy against the Seven Gods."

Bachelor Qeben nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, sir."

"As long as you don't force my subjects to believe in the Seven Gods, I can agree to all these conditions." Samwell actually doesn't want to conflict with the church. It would be best if they could live in peace.

After the maid collected the pieces of parchment, Samwell eliminated the two bidders that were obviously too low, and then took out the three lowest bidders from the remaining ones and gave them to Gavin.

It's time to get a dragon, Samwell suddenly thought, after all, the time is coming soon.

It seems that this Brother Ivan may have really inherited the old woman's wisdom.

"Tell me."

After all, this guy can even tinker with cyborgs, and he might be able to produce TNT one day.

However, Yingzui Island's brandy production is severely limited.

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

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

"By the way, Lord Caesar, I have a small request that I hope you can agree to."

The businessmen immediately started talking about it.

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

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

Leaving the bachelor's tower, Samwell came to the lobby on the first floor of the castle, where a dozen brightly dressed businessmen were already sitting.

However, this research still needs to continue, no matter how bad it is, it can still give the Bachelor of Science and Technology something to do.

"Yes, settlement will be made every six months. If anyone has any objections to this, they can withdraw now." Samwell said calmly, picked up the wine glass and took another sip.

After Samwell explained a few words to Gavin, he turned and left the hall.
To be continued...