"What?"

Cynthia was a little surprised when she heard Claymont's words, but then shook her head in disappointment.

She thought that the genius in the mouth of Big Brother Deria was unique, but she didn't expect that she was as bored as other nobles. She had experienced the drama of giving her money dozens of times!

"Haha, Baron Claymont, thank you for your kindness! But as the princess of the Empire, I cannot accept your gift!"

Looking at Cynthia with a calm face, Cramont nodded. In the news he received, Cynthia's personality was like this, and she never accepted favors for no reason.

As the first princess of the empire, even the Rose Knights under her command was formed bit by bit through her own efforts.

"Haha, Your Highness, I think you must have misunderstood! The money I said was not for nothing to give to you..."

"Uh... to be precise, I just want to cooperate with you, Your Highness!"

Damn, is this woman a chameleon? In the moment, her eyes were so terrible!

After seeing Cynthia's face ease, Claymont patted his chest in a thrilling manner.

"Tell me, how to cooperate?"

"Ahem, Your Highness, this is the case. I once occasionally discovered an interesting thing. I named it soap. After discovering it, I made improvements. The improved one is called soap..."

After listening to Claymont's narrative and conception, Cynthia recovered for a long time and then asked with some uncertainty:

"Did you really create the soap?"

Looking at Cynthia's expression, Cramont smiled in his heart. It seemed that Cynthia had indeed used soap.

"Your Highness, if you want to change it, I am the founder of soap soap. If your Highness doesn't believe it, you can send someone to check it out and see where the soap soap first appeared!"

Seeing Claymont's gaze firm and confident, it was hard for Cynthia not to believe it, but it still needs to be investigated before doing this, otherwise it would be easy to annoy other imperial merchants.

"Well, I can trust you, but I think you should be clear about the consequences of this matter, so I have to understand it first and then consider it."

After hearing Cynthia's words, Cramont nodded. This was something he expected. He couldn't take out a patent certificate to immediately prove that soap is his own thing.

What Cynthia mentioned is nothing more than a chain reaction that may be triggered after banning other merchants who have not obtained permission to sell soap and soap.

However, Claymont knew that Cynthia was actually not worried about businessmen, but a chamber of commerce composed of these merchants. Because the chamber of commerce is mixed, it is easy to involve the interests of other nobles...

"Haha, Your Highness, this is actually easy to solve. Since they all want to get a piece of the pie, just give them the soap. Anyway, soap is just a daily necessity for the common people and the profit is not large. As long as the royal family sets a standard price, let them sell it!

Our real goal is to monopolize the manufacturing and sales rights of soap. Although the proportion of soap is not large, the profit is unimaginable. Therefore, as long as we label the soap as the imperial control product, these merchants will not have the courage to extend their hands..."

Looking at Claymont talking, Cynthia's eyes gradually became brighter.

As the first princess of the Ota Empire, although she couldn't understand some of the words, she could still understand the overall truth.

"Baron Claymont, what do you mean by the Imperial Control?"

After Claymont finished speaking, Cynthia asked immediately.

"Oh, Your Highness, the Imperial Control is......" Claymont was about to say it, but suddenly stopped. Then he smiled and said, "You can ask Your Majesty yourself when you look back."

"you......."

Seeing Claymont's expression of beating, Cynthia was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

"By the way, Your Highness."

"Huh?" Cynthia looked at Claymont in confusion.

"Although I don't know where the soap you use comes from, this soap is actually a inferior product. Although it has a strong fragrance, it hurts the skin!"

Claymont said with a serious look.

"Short quality products? How is it possible?"

Cynthia looked at Claymont in disbelief.

The soaps she used were given to her by her uncle, Marquis Robinson Will. How could it be fake?

"Why am I lying to you?" Claymont said as he took out a piece of soap from his pocket and handed it to Cynthia, saying, "Look, look at this piece of soap, is there any difference between this piece of soap and what you use?"

Cynthia took the soap and sniffed it, then looked through it for a while.

The soap given by Claymont is indeed a little smoother and the fragrance is not that heavy.

"You can take this piece back and compare it. If I guess correctly, the soap you used before will probably smell bad if it is left for two days!"

The reason why Claymont said this is because he had studied this pirated soap before. It has to be said that these merchants are really capable, and there is alkali in these soaps.

However, these odor soaps contain too high alkali content. Although they have strong oil removal ability, they are very irritating to the skin. Repeated use can cause the skin to quickly dry, rough, peel and other phenomena.

Their soap only adds some inferior spices to this smelly soap. After a long time, the fragrance will be restored to its original form.

Cynthia was silent when she heard Claymont's words. At this time, she had completely believed what Claymont said!

...

By the time Claymont returned to his private room, the opera had already reached the end of the actors' curtain call.

Looking at the slowly closing stage, Claymont sighed.

‘It seems that I have no life to appreciate art! I only saw half of it both times.’

But looking at Mandy who was still unsatisfied, Claymont laughed again.

After leaving the Opera House with the audience, Claymont walked towards his glasses while listening to Mandy's vivid story in his ears.

On the other side, Cynthia, who was in the magic caravan, headed towards the palace without stopping.

At the same time, in the hall of the palace castle, a group of nobles looked at the goblin prince standing in place, with a bruised nose and aggrieved look on his face, and they all covered their mouths and laughed secretly.

On the throne, Emperor Ota waved his hand with a headache.

"Okay, Prince Torabi of the Goblin tribe, I know your purpose! Don't worry, I will punish the noble you mentioned..."

"Oh, Your Majesty, your light is as dazzling as the sun on the top of the mountains of Ozur, and your mind is as broad as the endless sea!..."

Seeing that Torabi wanted to continue talking, Emperor Ota said with a smile:

"but……"

Um?

Torabi closed his mouth in an instant, and looked at Emperor Ota with a pair of small eyes in anticipation.

"But I cannot agree to your request. You goblins live in the east of the Ozur mountains, which is the territory of the Kingdom of Kaya. If my soldiers protect you, they will only make the Kingdom of Kaya even more crazy, and then our losses will only be greater!"

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Chapter completed!