"After autumn, the Halun merchant group will likely come again. At that time, we will make a large quantity of potato vermicelli and mung bean vermicelli. Both of you are welcome to purchase in bulk. Of course, the same goes for soap and toilet paper." Eric grinned, advertising his products.
Richard turned his head with interest.
"Speaking of toilet paper, this thing you Snow Wolves made is really not bad. We mercenaries aren’t as rich as mages; we can’t afford the soft leaves of the Elf race, and cotton cloth is even more of a waste. Ordinary leaves and branches aren’t easy to use. I used toilet paper today and shared some with the mercenaries; it’s really easy to use."
Corbin coughed lightly. Although escorted by the number one mercenary squad, guaranteeing safety, simultaneously, they were often robbed openly...
Eric felt amused inside. That was natural. He remembered the quarantine period a few years ago; people weren’t afraid of a food shortage but were most afraid of having no toilet paper...
Actually, in his previous life, his country hadn’t been using toilet paper for that many years either. His grandmother and the elderly used dried banana leaves in their youth, which was very miserable and unhygienic.
In his generation, it was old books and newspapers, crumpled until soft, which was slightly more comfortable than banana leaves.
At that time, the whole country was poor, and ordinary people didn’t have the conditions to use cloth for the toilet. Back then, fabric was also very precious; even a scrap of cloth wasn’t thrown away willingly.
Only those who had experienced poverty knew how precious the later life was.
Eric was used to the convenience of modern life.
After transmigrating here, everything was good, only life was a bit inconvenient. Besides him not being used to it, he also wanted to make it more convenient for the tribesmen.
The reason he priced toilet paper so low was also hoping that within his ability, others could also use daily necessities.
After all, no matter which world, daily necessities shouldn’t be used for profiteering. Small profits but quick turnover meant the profit wasn’t low; these were fast-moving consumer goods.
He had tried his best, hoping the Halun merchant group wouldn’t sell it too expensively, so ordinary citizens could also use it.
But Corbin had been a merchant for so many years; this aspect didn’t need his worry.
"We Beastmen are the same, especially in winter when it’s too miserable, so we made toilet paper. Moreover, it’s not entirely our credit; our tribe has Dwarves living together with us, thanks to their help." Eric chimed in.
Since they would be doing frequent business with the Halun merchant group in the future, the fact that the Hadu tribe had a complex mix of races couldn’t remain undiscovered.
The Dwarves also had to move around, occasionally going out to mine. If the Halun merchant group encountered them, they would find out.
Besides, there was no need to hide. Now that the Dwarves in the Hadu tribe were known to the Elves and the Golden Kingdom, he had nothing to hide.
Corbin and Richard both revealed expressions that said, "As expected." If there were Dwarves here, then it wasn’t surprising that the Hadu tribe had so many new things.
It was just strange how Beastmen could live with Dwarves. Due to their status, the two found it inconvenient to ask.
But as far as they knew, Dwarves were better at forging weapons and crafting various tools. Unexpectedly, after coming to the Fantasy Continent, they started making these things.
After negotiating the prices, Eric took out the bottle of white liquor from Bruno and placed it on the table.
"This is white liquor. It was found in a tribesman’s home. You can taste it first."
Richard moved quickly, directly grabbing it and pouring a full cup. Before Eric could stop him, he downed it in one gulp.
Eric was hopelessly raising his hand to block him, and seeing this, he couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air. This was the first distillation - it was sixty-five degrees (alcohol by volume)!
As the liquor entered his throat, Richard didn’t notice anything wrong, only feeling it was spicier than other wines he had drunk.
Until a wave of heat, like a tsunami, swept through his entire body. His head felt like someone had hit it with a heavy stick, and a moment of dizziness appeared before his eyes.
He couldn’t help but hold onto the table for a while before regaining his senses, slowly breathing out a long breath.
"Such strong liquor!" His face flushed red from the rising alcohol vapor as he praised it from the bottom of his heart.
Compared to this, the strong liquors he had drunk before could only be considered ordinary!
Seeing his intense reaction, Corbin admitted his alcohol tolerance wasn’t as good, so he picked up the wine cup and carefully sniffed it first.
The clear aroma of the liquor assaulted his nose, a unique flavor. Just sniffing a little made the alcohol rush to his head. One could imagine how strong it was.
Truly worthy of wine brewed by Beastmen.
Corbin was endlessly astonished. Even the Ben Kingdom, famous for strong liquor, couldn’t brew such strong spirits. He had tasted the most famous Burning Fire Liquor, only feeling a burning sensation in his throat but no aroma of wine.
From then on, Corbin felt that strong liquor was all rubbish, something only mercenaries and warriors liked, and the upper class would never allow this kind of liquor on the table.
But this white liquor, praised to the heavens by Richard, was also a strong spirit. Its rich aroma automatically drilled into the nose without needing to get close. Someone with poor alcohol tolerance might get drunk just by smelling a few breaths. It was simply beyond his imagination.
Initially, hearing the young patriarch of the Hadu tribe say the berry wine was gone and only a strong spirit called white liquor remained, Corbin had felt extremely disappointed. He hadn’t held any expectations for the white liquor; after all, he really had no affection for strong spirits.
But now he completely changed his view on white liquor. He carefully lifted the cup and took a sip.
In that instant, he felt that what he drank wasn’t liquor, but a flame carrying a fragrance, burning down his throat into his internal organs, finally turning into ash.
Corbin took just one sip, and his whole body began to heat up. He gently wiped the sweat seeping out on his forehead: "This is truly..."
It was rare for him to be at a loss for words.
Taking advantage of the moment Corbin hadn’t recovered, Richard stuffed the remaining white liquor into his chest, his attitude toward Eric becoming extremely enthusiastic:
"Lord Patriarch, you said there would be white liquor in a few days, right? Don’t sell it to Corbin anymore, sell it to me. I can pay double, no, triple the price!"
If other mercenaries were here, they would definitely stare in shock. They had never seen their captain, who always prided himself on his transcendent strength, be so enthusiastic toward a Beastman.
Corbin gritted his teeth and said, "Richard! This is my business deal. You have violated the agreement time and time again!"
Richard didn’t think so; strength was the truth.
In the entire Aolu Empire, only a few people could make him bow his head, and Corbin wasn’t among them. If he didn’t pay a lot of money, the Silver Horn mercenary squad wouldn’t have accepted his mission.
Having interacted frequently over the years, although Richard didn’t hate Corbin as much as he did at the beginning, their relationship wasn’t exactly good. For the sake of fine liquor, so what if they fell out? What could Corbin do to him?
Corbin was so angry he leaned back. He slammed the table hard, his hand turning red. Borrowing the alcohol’s influence, he raged:
"Even if you aren’t afraid of violating the agreement between the Mercenary Guild and the Merchant Guild, aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Grand Duke Liam!"