This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 103 - 97: Seeking Welfare for the Dwarves’ Families (Request for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 103: Chapter 97: Seeking Welfare for the Dwarves’ Families (Request for Monthly Tickets)

The envoys from various countries wanted to exchange pleasantries with Lette in hopes of securing a spot in the first wave of trade route member states.

But under Taylor’s firm stance, everyone had no choice but to reluctantly leave.

The triennial "Cry of Poverty" conference, originally expected to be drawn out until the eve of the Holy Presence Day, was resolved in less than half a prayer time during just one meeting.

Next to enter was a burly dwarf with a full beard all over his face.

He stormed in like he had eaten gunpowder, reeking of alcohol and rage.

As soon as he walked in, he hurried to Lette’s side and slammed his hand on the table.

"Where is the masterpiece of our Dwarf Clan master! That great armor! Where did you take it?"

Lette glanced at him: "Why does it smell like cheap alcohol? Haven’t I said this many times?

Drink less of that barley wine, it can’t even be called wine, at best it’s fermented mash liquid.

Hasn’t the city supplied you with high-quality black beer and white wine?"

"That’s not enough to drink!"

"Bullshit! You guys secretly stashed all the booze we supplied. When you’re craving it, you drink your own barley wine!

Don’t think I don’t know!

You’re supposed to be guests, why do something so shameful?

Oh, but for you Dwarves, face matters far less than good wine.

The only exception is those long-eared ones.

Your Dwarf Clan dread the mocking of the Elves the most.

Being so sneaky, are you afraid the Elves might find out?"

"You, you, you! Stop changing the subject! I’m talking about the matter of our master’s work, the armor!"

"The armor issue, let’s not discuss it now, I want to talk to you about the alcohol supply."

Lette slapped a menu right in front of the Dwarf representative.

"I know you Dwarves don’t like reading long texts, so I’ve simplified it for you.

Come! People! Present the board!"

With a creak, the doors of the meeting hall swung open, and a group of people pushed in various boxes.

The most striking of which was a giant whiteboard.

Lette and Taylor exchanged a glance and simultaneously stood, positioning themselves on either side of the board.

"Today, the gifts we bring to our family are the fine fruit honey wines brewed by the Elf Clan!"

Taylor chimed in with a powerful voice: "Indeed!"

"This fruit honey wine features carefully selected ingredients, exquisite craftsmanship, and was personally overseen by a high-level magic potion master of the Elf Clan!

It’s truly an exceptional treasure among wines!"

"Absolutely exceptional!"

"So, what is the market price for such a wine?"

"What is it?"

"1988 Gold Marks!"

"Wow! That’s so expensive!"

Lette and Taylor’s coordinated act left the Dwarf representative bewildered.

But Lette kept on brilliantly narrating.

"But today! We aim to bring benefits to our family! After tireless negotiations with the representatives from the Elf Empire, we finally brought the price down!

One thousand nine hundred and eighty-eight!

And I sell to you!

One bottle! Two bottles! Three bottles! Four bottles! Five bottles!"

"Wow! The price of one bottle is now for five bottles!"

"Who said five bottles? Who said just five bottles!? Besides these five premium fruit honey wines! I’m also giving you a pack of six bottles of high-quality white wine!"

"Wow! A whole pack for free!"

"Two packs for free!"

"Two packs indeed!"

Lette waved his hand grandly: "And that’s not all! I’ll also give you a whole big barrel of authentic Yak Milk Wine from the Barbarian Tribe!

Plus a case, two cases, three big cases of fruity wheat beer!

Is that a good deal or what!"

"Wow! That’s such a good deal! 1988 Gold Marks! And you get so much alcohol!"

"1988 Gold Marks!? Who said it was 1988 Gold Marks?"

Hearing this, the Dwarf representative instantly became anxious: "Hey, hey, hey! That’s what you just said!"

Lette picked up a chalk and wrote the numbers 1988 on the whiteboard, then tapped on the board.

"This package! It’s one thousand nine hundred and eighty-eight... Silver Delang!!!"

"Silver Delang, it is!"

The Dwarf representative nearly shouted this out along with Taylor.

Lette pointed at him, grinning widely: "Are you tempted? Aren’t you? I’m telling you, there’s more to come!

Such a small benefit! How can I show this to our family?

I’m making an important decision!"

Taylor immediately grabbed Lette: "Think thrice! We can’t go any cheaper!"

"Move aside! Whoever stops me from benefiting our family is my enemy! I’ve decided! Today! I’ll reduce this price by... 1 Silver Delang!"

The initially excited Dwarf representative was left stunned; after such heavy price-cutting talk, this last move betrayed him out of the blue?

Then he saw Lette erase the number 1 before the 9 with one swift move!

"988 Silver Delang! Take home the grand alcohol package! Family members! What are you waiting for! Order now!

Come three, two, one! Get the link!"

"Limited quantity! Until sold out!"

"Give me! I’ll buy! I want to buy! I’ll buy it all!"

The Dwarf representative almost dove into the heap of fine wines in front of him, but he quickly realized something.

"Isn’t this bribery on your part? Selling so much alcohol so cheaply, wouldn’t that bankrupt you? Isn’t this just another form of bribery?"

"You’re wrong! We are wholeheartedly aiming to benefit our family, but if we’re losing money, even if the family gets benefits, they wouldn’t feel right.

We guarantee that we’re merely breaking down the inflated market price.

The reason we dare to sell so cheaply is that we have channel and supply advantages!

Taylor! Show the other side!"

Taylor immediately reached out and flipped over the enormous white panel. The Dwarf representative then noticed that a detailed analysis chart was drawn on the reverse side.

"Why is it so expensive for the Dwarf Clan to buy wine from the Elf Clan? Is it really because those Pointed Ears intentionally make it difficult for our Dwarf family?

Actually, it isn’t the case.

As everyone knows, brewing requires consuming a large amount of grain.

Whether Elf Clan or Human Clan, the premise of brewing is having a large surplus of food.

The Human Clan might not always achieve this, but the Elf Clan can easily do so.

So, the Elf Clan can be considered a stable high-end premium wine supplier.

In the Human Empire, some smugglers take enormous risks to purchase high-quality wine produced by the Elves, then undergo numerous hardships to transport it across half the Continent to reach the Dwarf territories.

Moreover, due to the Dwarves’ massive demand for alcohol, scarcity increases value; thus, the prices of premium wines have soared, reaching a point where they are priced but unavailable!

However, in our Church Court’s newly launched plan, we will establish trade ports with the Elf Empire and entrust the Elves to manage farms and orchards.

Grain and alcohol will no longer be scarce items by that time.

And by employing the official Holy Sect commercial convoys to escort goods, transportation and wear costs will greatly reduce.

The premium fruit honey wine previously unattainable for one to two thousand Gold Marks will only cost you a bit of Silver Delang in the future because that’s its price, and there’s no supply limit!"

Lette smiled as he leaned closer to the Dwarf Clan representative.

"So, are you now interested in hearing about our commercial plan?"