Chapter 720： goodbye bach 2 prince

"The winemaking competition? Narant, do you want to participate?" Heita immediately asked curiously after hearing the words.

"I really want to participate, but I still don't know what's going on in this competition, so I need to ask you!" Narant is also straightforward, and there is nothing to hide in this regard.

"Narant, this winemaking competition is indeed a good opportunity for your other races, because as long as you win, you will get a three-year purchase order from our dwarves!"

"The major principalities of the Holy Alliance of your Human Race rushed to participate in the competition in previous years, so all kinds of delicious spirits have emerged one after another!"

Immediately, the black tower began to tell Narant the details of the winemaking competition.

The requirements for this winemaking competition are somewhat different.

He not only asked for the taste of the wine, but more importantly, the low price of the wine.

After all, it is purchased and supplied to tens of thousands of dwarven soldiers. If you can get a pot of hundreds of gold coins, even if you sell iron, the dwarves will not be able to buy it.

In this way, under this precondition, the difficulty of the competition increases linearly.

It is very difficult to make wine that is delicious, strong, and cheap enough.

In previous years, such competitions were basically replaced by the blazing wine of the Blue Shield Empire and the blazing wine of the Bach Empire.

Because both flaming wine and blazing wine belong to the kind that have good taste, sufficient intensity and low price.

The common flaming wine and flaming wine in the market are ten gold coins in a pot. This is the price that merchants have transported from thousands of miles to earn gold coins.

If it is directly provided to the dwarves, the price can be as low as three gold coins per pot.

As for whether there is any profit, Heita does not know, but he knows that even so, the winemaking competition every three years can attract a large number of Terrans to participate.

Even the Blue Shield Empire and the Bach Empire that produce spirits are the same. Every time they compete for the victory of the competition, even if the original spirits are good enough, they will continue to improve.

Because they are worried about not making improvements, if the dwarf soldiers get tired of drinking, the competition will be won by other duchies or empires.

In the past two years, the blaze wine of the Bach Empire has overshadowed the blaze wine, because his taste is comparable to that of the blaze wine.

But the price is fifty silver coins cheaper than the fire wine, that is, two gold coins and fifty silver coins per pot.

In this way, the Bach Empire has won two consecutive contests with Flaming Wine.

And Narant later heard the key to why the duchies and empires attached so much importance to this competition from the words of the black tower.

For many empires, gold coins are second to none.

The real reason is that these fine wines can be sold by dwarves to pay for weapons and equipment, and the price is more than half of the weapons and equipment ordered on the market.

Don't underestimate the half price. For an empire, with hundreds of thousands of troops, the price of weapons and equipment can be reduced by half, which is a huge amount of gold coins.

Thinking of this, Narant wanted to give it a try and participate in this competition.

Although he has only a few hundred people under his subordinates, the equipment is not worth mentioning at all.

But you can be a second-hand dealer!

If you really win the competition, then all the wine money will be exchanged for weapons and equipment, and then you will be able to make a lot of money.

"Narant, do you have any other new wines that you want strong!" At this moment, Heita asked again.

"Why do you ask?"

"If you are participating in the competition with wine, I'm afraid it will be difficult!" Heita did not care about Narant's face, and spoke with the straightforward character of a dwarf.

"Really?" Narant really wanted to use wine to participate in the competition, because his wine cost was low.

Even if the intensity is not enough, then use cheap money to make it up. Others have two gold coins for a pot, and he can get one gold coin for a pot. Anyway, the raw material of grapes is not out of date, and there are no other costs.

"Narant, our dwarf soldiers all need to participate in battle, so they prefer strong wine like fire wine!"

"Although your wine is delicious, it can't be used as a long-term drink for dwarf soldiers!"

"Okay! I understand!" Narant did not refute.

"However, Narant, you can also give it a try, maybe those dwarf soldiers are tired of drinking flaming wine!" Maybe he felt that his words were too direct. Let him add.

"Heita, you don't need to say more, I understand what you mean! Come on, this jug of wine is for you!" Narant patted Heita on the shoulder.

Immediately, he chatted with him a few more times, and told him that his territory was already located in the Black Rock Plain. If there was a chance in the future, he could come to his territory to play, and then he left the Black Tower store.

Narant originally wanted to ask Heita to help him forge some weapons, but the competition made him feel that he would wait.

Anyway, I'm not in a hurry to leave now, so I might as well wait a few more days, because the winemaking competition will be three days later.

He has not given up the idea of ​​participating in the competition, even if the wine is not strong enough, there is no threshold for participation, just go to register.

So, whether you succeed or not, give it a try.

After leaving the Forge Castle, Narant did not go to the shop immediately, but stopped at the entrance of the Forge Castle.

Because the registration office for the brewing competition is here.

At this moment, the registration office is already full of people, and many representatives of principalities or empires are waiting for the level.

Seeing this, Narant chose a line of people who were not too many or not, and waited at the back of the crowd.

"Go away, you weak reptiles!" While Narant was waiting, a low screeching sound suddenly came from not far away.

It was the group of orcs he had seen on the road earlier.

The group of orcs also came to the registration office at this moment, and seeing the human race lined up in front of them, they were savagely pushing the human race in front of them away.

The human race in the queue originally had an angry look on their faces, but when they saw a few tauren who were more than four meters tall, their faces turned pale and they obediently stepped aside.

Although he said he would be punished for causing trouble in the dwarves, he knew that before the tauren was punished, he would definitely lie on the ground.

So, it's better to bear with it, there is no need to argue with these savage guys.

In addition, I don't know if the orc was intentional or not, the teams who chose to cut in the queue were all teams from small principalities.

The representatives of empires such as the Blue Shield Empire and the Bach Empire are not among them.

Otherwise, if the orcs dare to join the team of these empires, in order to save face, these representatives will have to fight a **** battle no matter what.

When the surrounding clans saw this, no one shared the same hatred as the enemy, but looked at it as a lively event on their own.

When Narant saw this, he didn't pay any more attention, and soon it was his turn to register.

This registration is very simple, just record the principality to which you belong, to confirm your noble status, and to ensure that you have the strength to provide a large amount of spirits.

Otherwise, when the time comes, if someone runs away and pretends to take the potion wine to participate, wins the competition, but then runs away directly, then the competition will go to waste and become a joke.

And when Narant registered, the dwarf who was in charge of the registration looked at it hard for a long time.

Because of the special nature of the tulip collar, he did not join any principality, so he could only register as his own storm collar.

As for the Storm Territory, the dwarves pondered for a long time, but couldn't think of which principality it was.

In the end, it was Narant who informed him that he owned a shop in the fortress castle, and told the wine, and even showed the wolf teeth that Master Moore forged for him.

In this way, the dwarf affirmed Narant's strength and registered him.

Although wine is no longer in the list of spirits, it is already quite famous in the Forge Castle, otherwise Narant might not even be able to apply for it.

"Haha, isn't this the little country lord who followed Rolle, do you want to participate in the competition too? Do you use your wine?"

"Although your wine has some characteristics, it is a dream to win the competition. Only a country lord like you dares to have such a sweet dream!"

Just when Narant finished registering and received an iron certificate from the dwarf, there was a sneer in his ear.

Turning his head to look, it was the second prince of the Bach Empire who was fighting with him and Rolle for the order of forging weapons.

"Idiot!" Seeing this, Narant didn't bother to talk nonsense with him at all.

"Boy, what did you say!" Cody, the second prince of the Bach Empire, said in a bad tone.

"Sorry, I forgot that you don't understand the meaning of being an idiot. I'll use what you can understand, idiot!" Narant stopped and replied with a smile.

Now that he is completely at odds with the Bach Empire, even if he swallows his voice at this moment, the eldest prince of the Bach Empire, Eric, will obviously not let him go.

So, now that Cody is only the second prince of the Bach Empire, there is no need to worry about anything.

And as Narant said this idiot, he was stunned by the representatives of the surrounding principalities.

Who is Cory? That represents the Bach Empire. Now this young man dares to call someone a fool in person. I am afraid that even some duchy kings would not dare to do so.

"Who is this young man?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it before. Could it be the prince of which empire?"

"It shouldn't be the prince of a certain empire. Just now I seemed to hear that it was from some storm territory..."

"Storm Leader? Haven't you heard of it?"

For a while, the representatives of the surrounding principalities were talking a lot.

"You kid looking for death? Roll isn't here today!" Cody listened to the buzzing discussions around him, and immediately lost his face. He raised the legendary staff that he had just got two days ago and prepared to teach Narant a lesson. .

"Fighting is forbidden in the fortress castle!" At this moment, a dwarf leader walked into the crowd.

And the staff of Nabach's third prince, Cody, was put down when he saw it.

Although the dwarves today are not strong, no empire dares to offend the dwarves, because if you want to get high-quality weapons from them, you must have a good relationship.

"Boy, you are lucky today, you wait for me!" It was impossible to do anything, and it would be embarrassing to stay here, the second Prince Cody left after saying a cruel word.

When Narant heard these cruel words, he smiled faintly, not caring at all, but instead thanked the dwarf leader.

And the dwarf leader also nodded towards him, this dwarf leader knew Narant.

Because when Narant came earlier, he was with the King of the Hill.

……

Forgetting the small changes at the time of registration, Narant went directly to his shop.

"Why are there so many people?"

It was only when he walked near the store that he found that there were so many people in front of him that it had the effect of blocking the wide street.

Narant was startled, thinking that someone was looking for trouble, so he immediately pushed the crowd away.

"Don't worry if you want to buy it, whether it's brown sugar brown bread or white sugar white bread, there's plenty, absolutely enough for you!"

It turned out that these people were buying brown and white bread.

"Narant, you're back!"

And when Narant squeezed through the crowd and returned to the shop, Natasha immediately greeted her with her head held high like a victorious little hen.

"Well, I'm back! Natasha, what's your price for this bread, why are so many people coming to buy it?" Narant was really curious.

Although he has absolute confidence in the taste of brown sugar brown bread and white sugar white bread, he is unable to judge the price.

But now that so many people are buying it, it is definitely in line with the price of this sacred continent. Otherwise, if the price is set high, so many people will definitely not buy it.

But if it is set too low, it will definitely be a loss, and Natasha should not make a loss business.

"One silver coin for brown sugar and brown bread, and five silver coins for white sugar and white bread!" Natasha said with a smile.

"Oh? It's not cheap! However, it's not too expensive for so many people to buy it. How did you determine this price, Natasha!"

In the Glory Continent, a piece of brown sugar brown bread is worth seven copper plates, and white sugar white bread is worth thirty copper plates.

In this way, the price is now more than tenfold, which has exceeded Narant's expectations.

If he had set the price according to himself, he probably wouldn't dare to have such a big appetite.

"Giggle, Narant, please praise others first, and I'll tell you later!" Natasha teased.

Boo!

"Ah, Narant, so many people!"

Narant was not used to seeing it either, so he leaned directly in front of Natasha and kissed him immediately.

Rao is Natasha's hot personality, but she was taken aback in the environment of so many people.

"Haha, if you don't say it, I will continue to reward you!"

"Satyr, let me tell you!" Natasha rolled her eyes at Narant and was finally defeated.

Immediately, she informed Narant about the pricing.

It turned out that the pricing method was very simple. Natasha did not know the price of the Holy Continent.

But she thought of a good way.

That is to give brown bread and white bread to customers who come into the store to buy wine to taste.

After customers taste it, ask them to guess the price of the two kinds of bread.

If you guess right, or very close, you can give away a free pot of regular wine.

In the face of such temptation, these people who come to buy wine naturally take it seriously, and they all make quotations at the price they have recognized after tasting it carefully.

Of course, Natasha's cunning is beyond the imagination of these people.

Whenever they seriously quoted the price, they would deny it twice, indicating that they were wrong.

When it comes to the third time, it will pretend that the other party answered correctly, and then send a jug of wine.

In this way, Natasha tested a total of 20 people and got 60 offers.

These prices are very much in line with the prices of the Holy Continent.

For example, some customers may have a high price at first, but after getting the price that Natasha said was wrong, the person will automatically lower the price.

And some customers will quote a slightly lower price with a single mouth, and they will automatically increase after getting Natasha's wrong prompt.

Immediately, Natasha took an average of these prices, and then inquired about the prices of brown bread and white bread in the dwarf's territory.

In the end, I settled on a very reasonable price for the brown sugar brown bread and the white sugar white bread.