The comfortable and familiar sensation reappeared in his body.
Grayson opened his mouth, exhaling a breath of hot air, and couldnât help but exclaim, "So comfortable!"
"Master Lynn, ever since I drank the gin brewed in your distillery, other liquors taste like theyâre half adulterated with water, utterly flavorless!"
"I even feel that the taste of the gin from Cyan Pavilion Island canât compare to your Lexus Gin, Master Lynn."
Lynn chuckled, "Then Mr. Grayson, you should drink more."
"When youâre ready to leave, I can also send a few barrels your way."
Graysonâs eyes lit up, "Thank you for your generosity, Master Lynn."
With Red pouring the drinks, it wasnât long before both Lynn and Grayson had downed a few cups.
Putting down the glazed cup in his hand, Lynn spoke to Grayson, "Mr. Grayson, have you heard of Magic Ore?"
Grayson heard the words without much surprise.
He replied to Lynn, "Iâve heard of it, but only just heard of it."
"Magic Ore is typically only used by mages, alchemists, enchanters, and some rare races."
"Even I have only ever seen it once by chance."
Lynn frowned slightly.
Even as a member of the Brown Clan and a traveling merchant across regions, Grayson Brown had only ever seen Magic Ore once.
This indicates, just as he had speculated before.
In this world, extraordinary powers do exist.
But such individuals are not numerous!
In other words.
As long as he finds sulfur and creates matchlock guns or cannons.
He could deliver a devastating blow to all the forces in this world and the Empire!
Lynn picked up the refilled glass of gin from the coffee table, handed by Red, and extended it towards Grayson.
Grayson instantly understood and also raised his glass.
A light clink produced a crisp sound.
Lynn swallowed the gin in one gulp, staring directly at Grayson.
"Mr. Grayson, do you have a way to acquire Magic Ore?"
Grayson, having also downed his gin in one gulp, shook his head helplessly.
"Master Lynn, if it were slaves or grain goods, I might find a way to get them for you."
"But Magic Ore... Master Lynn, Iâm truly powerless."
Grayson shifted the conversation, explaining, "However, Master Lynn."
"You can ask Zod Brown!"
"That guy is always tinkering with these strange things... "
"I heard he once captured an Elf!"
"Then sold it at a hefty price to a member of the Imperial Royal Family as a plaything..."
Lynn nodded.
It seems he still needs to wait for Zod to arrive at his territory.
The Elf Grayson mentioned... he wasnât that surprised.
After all, his territory already had Dwarves and Succubi!
Even if there were a race like Elves, it would still make sense.
Then.
Lynn and Red sat on the balcony, savoring the gin.
Admiring the distant sunset.
Until night fell.
Footsteps sounded behind Lynn and Grayson.
George came to Lynnâs side, reminding him, "Sir, the grain from Mr. Graysonâs carriage has all been unloaded."
"All selected glazed glassware has also been fully protected and loaded onto the carriage."
Listening to Georgeâs words, Grayson, lying back on the wooden chair, sighed and stood up.
He spoke with emotion, "Master Lynn, it seems I have to prepare to leave your territory again!"
Lynn also stood up, responding, "Itâs getting late. If you wish, you can also stay in my territory for a night."
"There are dedicated trade guild halls for visiting merchants to rest."
Grayson revealed a wry smile, "Master Lynn, that might not be possible."
"Just as you are rapidly developing the territory and enhancing its strength, Grayson must also strive harder."
"If I cannot become the Patriarch of the Brown Clan, unless I die, I will live in a nightmare."
"Like a walking corpse!"
Lynn nodded, "Then let me see Mr. Grayson off."
The two left the balcony, passed through the reception hall, and exited the castle.
Until they arrived at Lordâs Square.
Lynn watched Grayson mount his horse, waving him goodbye.
Only then did Grayson set off with his caravan, returning the way they came.
Until the caravan disappeared into the somber night.
Only then did Lynn turn back towards the castle.
As he walked, Lynn instructed Red beside him.
"Red, arrange for the guards. I need to continue exploring the forest!"
Redâs expression turned serious, quickly responding, "Yes, my lord, Iâll arrange it immediately!"
The construction of the Red Brick House continued, unable to be completed in the short term.
The crafting and production in the blacksmith workshop and textile workshop also continued.
Even though they had been working overtime to rush production, the production efficiency had significantly improved.
But still, sufficient time is needed for accumulation and sedimentation.
The same goes for other industries.
In other words.
Now, he has plenty of time to go into the Primordial Forest and explore once again!
While pondering.
Lynn had already returned to the castle.
On the dining table, Kuisi was arranging tonightâs dinner with a few maids.
A rich aroma of roasted meat wafted through the air, drifting into Lynnâs nostrils.
No reminder was needed from Kuisi; he strode forward.
Sure enough.
On the dining table, half a side of golden, crispy roast pork was placed!
After a dayâs busyness, he did feel a bit hungry.
Waiting for Kuisi to carve and cut the pork with a knife and fork on his plate.
He invited Red and Kuisi to sit down and dine together.
Without any reservation.
He skewered a large piece of golden pork and placed it into his mouth.
After dinner, Lynn rested for a while in the main seat.
Then.
He asked Kuisi to prepare hot water for a comfortable soak and massage.
Only then did Lynn return to the master bedroom and fall asleep.
Early the next morning.
Lynn woke up early.
He took Red and thirty guards and chefs.
Under the watchful eyes of laboring townspeople, they rode horses, left the town, and headed towards the distant forest edge.