"Mr. Eber, pardon the interruption!"

In the president's office of the Silver Trade Association,

Wilson, the owner of the Oak Tavern, almost rudely stormed in without even knocking on the door.

Eber, with his slicked-back hair, was seated at the table writing something, and he subtly frowned upon the intrusion.

Oak Tavern is subordinate to the Silver Trade Association,

Wilson had always been steady and hadn't made any mistakes over the years —

Could there be an urgent matter?

"What's wrong, Wilson? What's happened?"

"Beg your pardon for the intrusion, but you must try this."

Wilson placed a bottle on the table, removed the lid, and a rich aroma of wine filled the room.

"Oh?"

President Eber, a wine lover, could tell that Wilson's excitement wasn't feigned.

Just by the smell alone, it gave a sense of slight intoxication.

He poured a little into his cup and slightly swirled it.

To his surprise, there wasn't a single sediment to be found.

After the big boss took a sip, there were no further reactions.

Wilson anxiously said, "This mulberry wine was made by a winemaker at the Oak Tavern."

Is he too calm?

Was it because he was unsophisticated?

In high society, is this kind of wine very common?

Time slowly ticked by.

"Phew."

The slicked-back haired Eber finally put down his cup, his face displayed an almost sacred solemnity, "How did he made this wine so clear and rich?"

Wilson shook his head, "I don't know."

Eber sounded unusually gentle, "What's the current situation?"

Wilson honestly replied, "I offered him fifty gold coins, and he said he would consider it."

"How much? Say that again?"

"Fifty."

Eber paused, his neck turning red with anger, "How could you have the nerve to say that number? Are you a fool?"

Wilson was baffled.

Eber slammed the table hard, "Why are you still sitting here?! If he slips through your fingers, I'll see to it that your Oak Tavern closes down!"

Wilson is just a wine merchant, he knows nothing about making wine.

Eber understood very well, what this wine represented.

A new process.

Wilson's lips twitched, "Mr. Lyle is waiting outside..."

"Invite him in... No, I'll go invite him myself!"

Eber adjusted his clothes, barely containing his excitement.

At this moment,

Lyle and Lilith were sitting in the waiting room outside, sipping tea.

The elf girl was moping around, looking rather disheartened.

Lyle glanced at her, "The injury on the succubus's leg won't heal in less than a fortnight, for now, there's nothing to worry about."

Lilith acknowledged with a hum, forcefully patted her own cheeks, "I'll make sure she never enters the dungeon again!"

Lyle smiled without a word.

"Master, what are we doing here? Aren't we winemakers?"

Lyle shook his head, "Actually from the beginning, I wanted to get in touch with the Trade Association through Wilson, Lilith, there's a concept called patent."

"Huh?"

"In simple terms, I was the first to develop this process, it can't be replicated in a short period of time."

Lyle explained with a smile.

Lilith blinked, half understanding.

When the key resources are released, even if it doesn't lead to a monopoly,

There would still be a chance to reap the top benefits.

Soon, under Lilith's surprised gaze, the president of the Silver Trade Association respectfully invited her master into his office.Eberle rattled on at high speed, "Mr. Lyle, my name is Eberle, I've long heard esteemed tales of you."

Lyle shook hands with him without revealing anything."

"Mr. Lyle, I greatly appreciate you sought out our Silver Trade Association."

Lyle offered a smile, "I thought the Silver Trade Association might be a good catch."

Eberle replied in a tone of melancholy, "You don't know, when I was young, I indulged in frivolous pleasures, neglecting the trust and expectations that my father, or should I say, the former Head of the Silver Trade Association, bestowed upon me on his departure."

Wilson hesitated for a moment."

Wasn't the former Head actually retired, not dead yet?"

If you really want to honor him...

Lyle nodded, "I understand where you're coming from."

Eberle sighed, "Mr. Lyle, you're exceptionally gifted... And me? Aside from this Silver Trade Association my father left me and the three beautiful wives at home, how could I possibly compare to Mr. Lyle?"

Someone should stop him.

Is he buttering me up or acting like a know-it-all?

Lyle's hand halted for a moment.

"With that said, let's get down to business."

He continued unceremoniously, extending three fingers on his left hand and two on his right.

Within three months, I would take 20% of the profits.

Eberle sighed, "Mr. Lyle... you have quite an appetite."

In fact, in this world, there's no such concept as patent rights.

As long as mass production starts,

Other trade associations will always try to get hold of the production process.

By then, it won't be anything special anymore.

Three months is just about right.

Lyle offered a smile.

"Alright, I promise you."

Eberle also started to laugh, "Something tells me, Mr. Lyle, that you're not really interested in being a merchant."

The profits here, after being handled by the Silver Trade Association, would be frighteningly high.

Lilith was dumbfounded by this way of discussing money indirectly yet saying it all.

It all ended so quickly, as soon as they sat down.

And the teacher's hand gesture means...

To claim his three wives for two days?

Lilith was greatly shocked.

"Mr. Lyle, since we've settled the money issue, would you like to unwind for a bit?"

Let's hit the Dreamland.

Eberle had a euphoric smile on his face.

When the succubus gets frisky,

it becomes super naughty!

"We can continue discussing the details while having fun."

Lilith's pointed ears twitched, her face full of caution.

She smelt something fishy.

Lyle shook his head, put on his hat and stood up: "You are more expert in business than me, I won't interfere. Just find more people for me, I'll prepare the alcohol, and you are responsible for promoting it."

Eberle felt more certain of his previous assumption.

His ambition is not to be a merchant.

After Lyle left,

someone cleverly stated the fact that Lyle was from Moon Bloom.

Eberle thought for a while: "I'm going to host a party for adventurers and invite Moon Bloom to taste our new wine."

Wilson thought for a while: "What's the price?"

"Just let them decide, this is our sincerity towards Mr. Lyle."

......

......

"The Silver Trade Association has invited us to attend a party tomorrow night to try their new wine."

In the backyard of Moon Bloom's villa, three ladies were sitting under a pavilion, enjoying afternoon tea.

Behind them was a brightly blooming sea of flowers.

Sia put the invitation on the table: "They've offered a high price. In the meantime, other adventure groups will also be present.""Silver Commerce Guild?"

Speaking of wine.

Amelia did recall Lyle.

However, Silver Commerce Guild is one of the three major commerce guilds in Eofer.

Not the petty tricks that Lyle played at the Oak Tavern.

Their lives were lives adorned with fantasy, adventure, and finery.

They didn't care how much the price of the meat had risen.

They only cared if it tasted good.

In Amelia's view, Lyle's act of brewing was a self-indulgent behavior.

"But...Lyle is not here."

Sia didn't even turn her head: "What does it have to do with Lyle?"

What on earth are you rushing for?

Amelia felt wronged, grumbling inwardly.

Flo stretched lazily: "Until you find a new Scholar, we're idle anyway."

"Mmm."

Sia looked quietly at the blooming sea of flowers: "Without Lyle, we remain the top adventurer group in Eofer."