Chapter 96: Farewell, Releasing the Black-Skinned Hog and the Rhino Beast

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After signing the commercial agreement, both parties agreed to collect the goods every March.

That afternoon, having completed his task, Hook left Star Lake with his servant and guards, returning to the Kurze Province.

Three days later, after the potion workshop's three-day trial run, all the produced ice-blue potions met the standards, signaling that Leyla was about to conclude her journey and return to the Sixteenth Knight Regiment.

To mark the occasion, Verin held a small banquet to bid Leyla farewell.

“Sister Leyla, you’re leaving tomorrow,” he said.

“Yes, I’ve been away for nearly two months. If it weren’t for the recent ceasefire and the leave I requested from my father, this would count as serious dereliction of duty,” Leyla replied.

Upon hearing this, Verin said, “I’ve signed an order for six thousand bottles of ice-blue potion with the Southern Kurze Trading Company. Aside from the portion I’ve reserved for myself, there are still plenty of potions on hand. When you return, you can explain this to Lord Medmonchi. If he’s willing, I can arrange for the Sixteenth Knight Regiment to sign a purchase agreement for the ice-blue potions, though the quantity might be limited.”

“Thank you, Verin. I will tell my father,” Leyla said.

Verin raised his glass, and so did Belder and the others.

“Let us toast to Priestess Leyla, thanking her for bringing prosperity to Star Lake.”

“To Lady Leyla,” everyone sincerely wished.

After several rounds of wine, everyone freely enjoyed food and drink before the small banquet came to an end.

The next morning, Verin handed Leyla a gift box at the city gate.

“Sister, this is a gift for my aunt. I’d appreciate it if you could deliver it to her.”

Leyla accepted the box solemnly and placed it on her horse’s back, promising, “Don’t worry, I will personally hand it to Flora. I’m sure she’ll be delighted to receive a gift from her nephew.”

“Farewell, Sister Leyla,” Verin said as the party set off, waving to formally bid goodbye.

Hearing Verin’s voice, Leyla waved back, marking their official farewell.

“Kyle, next time we meet, maybe I’ll have to call you Uncle Leyla?” Verin teased, looking at Kyle.

“Ah!” Kyle, a bit bewildered, scratched the back of his head. “Master, why is that?”

“Hahaha, you’ll find out next time,” Verin chuckled.

Seeing Kyle’s expression, Verin patted his shoulder and decided not to reveal the answer.

“Train hard and build a solid foundation. In a few months, I’ll send you a fortune.”

“Yes, I’ll do my best.”

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After seeing Leyla off, Verin enjoyed a few leisurely days before switching into busy mode with the returning Randolph.

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In the castle study, Randolph had scoured every corner of Star Lake, gathering a wealth of information.

“Master, the two ranches have been renovated and are ready. We’re just waiting for the black-skinned pork pigs and the Rhino Bulls to arrive before operations can begin.”

“I’ve also completed the environmental surveys for the three plants: green vine trees, red tea trees, and glowing grapes.”

“Among them, the green vine tree has the lowest environmental requirements. There’s a hill about twenty kilometers north of Orlando Town that fits perfectly and lies within our territory. I’ve already ordered the hill sealed off and all trees, shrubs, and weeds cleared.”

“Next is the red tea tree, which requires silver-grade flesh but isn’t demanding of geography. I’ve chosen a canyon over ten square kilometers wide on the western edge of the frozen region. It lies outside our current territory, so we’ll need to expand our borders to include it.”

“Oh? Tell me what’s special about this canyon,” Verin said, pointing to the location on a parchment.

Randolph explained, “This canyon is a battlefield ruin where no fewer than thirty thousand lives were lost. A bloody aura lingers, and the surrounding magical energy is tainted by blood. The soil is rich in a unique magical energy similar to that found in silver-grade monster flesh, which meets the red tea tree’s requirements. This means we won’t have to hunt silver-grade creatures ourselves.”

“From now on, this place is ours. Send people to plant a flag there tomorrow,” Verin declared.

This canyon seemed destined for cultivating red tea trees. Verin resolved silently that anyone who dared contest it would be destroyed outright.

Randolph continued, “Master, the glowing grapes require a specific magical energy environment. I’ve searched all nearby areas but found no suitable location.”

“Not even a little?” Verin asked, reluctant to accept the answer.

“None. As you know, the eastern Gray Radiance Wasteland is infamous for its low magical energy,” Randolph shook his head helplessly.

“Forget it for now. I’ll handle the glowing grapes’ cultivation myself.”

“Yes, Master.”

Then Verin took his storage book and headed to the ranch to release the black-skinned pork pigs and Rhino Bulls stored inside.

Standing outside the ranch fence, Verin opened the storage book, tore out the page for the black-skinned pork pigs, and tossed it toward the center of the ranch.

A beam of light instantly enveloped the page, slowly forming a spatial sphere that rapidly expanded.

In a moment, dozens of black-haired, ugly-faced black-skinned pork pigs were spat out into the muddy pasture. These silly pigs, covering themselves in mud, immediately began mating on the spot.

One black-skinned pork pig looked at Verin and the others before rushing toward the fence, howling impatiently.

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“Damn,” Verin muttered, stepping back a few paces to avoid mud splashing on him.

“I thought the information was a joke, but these black-skinned pork pigs really are in heat all the time.”

“Master, from another perspective, this actually helps us expand the scale of black-skinned pork pig farming,” Randolph said from the side.

“That’s true. But the ranch workers better be careful—I don’t want any bad rumors spreading in our territory.”

“I understand, Master.”

Then Verin went to the other ranch and released the Rhino Bulls.

The sight of the Rhino Bulls startled the onlookers.

They measured three and a half meters long, stood two and a half meters tall at the shoulder, and had six legs—a colossal beast.

On the clean grassland, six Rhino Bulls grazed calmly, occasionally raising their heads to glance in Verin’s direction before resuming eating.

Curious, Verin stepped over the fence and approached the Rhino Bulls.

“Master, be careful,” Randolph warned hastily.

Verin waved him off and approached one of the grazing beasts, gently stroking its lowered head.

“Moo.”

The Rhino Bull responded softly to Verin’s touch.

“Quite gentle.”

“Seems like they could be used not only for logistics,” Verin mused, stroking his chin as many ideas sprang to mind.

After instructing the ranch workers to care for the Rhino Bulls properly, Verin set off for the green vine tree hill.