After acknowledging the reality, they started chasing their husbands to the crematorium

“Mr. Eber, my apologies for the interruption!”

Inside the office of the president of the Silver Guild, Wilson, the owner of the Oakwood Tavern, rushed in without even knocking. Mr. Eber, with his large quiff, was sitting at his desk writing something.

He barely furrowed his brow in response to the rather impolite entrance.

The Oakwood Tavern was affiliated with the Silver Guild, and Wilson had always been quite reliable, having made no mistakes in all these years—so was there something urgent?

“What’s the matter, Wilson? What’s happened?” Mr. Eber asked.

“Forgive my rudeness, but please, you must taste this,” Wilson replied, placing a bottle on the table and uncorking it, releasing a strong aroma of alcohol.

“Oh?” President Eber’s interest was piqued.

He was a connoisseur of fine spirits, and he could tell that Wilson’s excitement was genuine. Just from the scent, he felt a slight intoxication.

He poured a bit into his own glass and swirled it. To his surprise, he found no residues in the drink. After taking a sip, the wealthy boss remained calm.

Wilson was nervous. “This is a wine crafted by a vintner at the Oakwood Tavern, a mulberry wine.”

Is he being overly composed about this?

Could it be that he’s just inexperienced?

Is this type of beverage common in high society?

Time ticked away slowly.

“Ah,” Eber, with his distinctive quiff, finally put down the glass in his hand, his face showing a sense of solemnity and reverence as if he had just experienced a pilgrimage.

“How did he manage to create such a clear yet rich spirit?”

Wilson shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Eber’s tone was gentle. “So, what’s the situation now?”

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

“How much? Say that again?”

“Fifty.”

Eber was momentarily stunned, and he turned red with anger. “How dare you utter that number? Are you an idiot?”

Wilson was bewildered.

Eber slammed the table hard. “Why are you still sitting here?! I’m telling you, if you let him go, I’ll have your Oakwood Tavern shut down immediately!”

Wilson was just a liquor seller, not an expert on wine. Eber understood very well what this drink signified—cutting-edge craftsmanship.

Wilson pursed his lips. “Mr. Lyle is waiting outside…”

“Hurry, please… no, I’ll personally invite him!” Eber straightened his coat, his excitement barely contained.

At that moment, Lyle and Lilyss were sitting in the reception room outside, sipping tea. The elven maiden wore a gloomy expression, her ears drooping. Lyle cast a glance at her.

“The wound on the succubus’s leg won’t heal in just a week or two. You don’t need to worry for now.”

Lilyss nodded and vigorously slapped her own cheeks. “I won’t let her go back to the underground city!”

Lyle smiled. “Teacher, why are you here? Aren’t we supposed to be brewers?”

Lyle shook his head. “Actually, I initially wanted to leverage Wilson to get in touch with the guild behind him, Lilyss. There’s a concept called a patent.”

“Huh?” Lilyss blinked.

“In simple terms, it means that I was the first to develop this technique, and others can’t replicate it in the short term,” Lyle explained with a smile.

Lilyss blinked, seeming to grasp the idea. With key resources released, even if you couldn’t establish a monopoly, you could still enjoy the top-tier benefits.

Soon, much to Lilyss’s astonishment, the president of the Silver Guild respectfully ushered her teacher into his office.

Eber spoke rapidly, “Mr. Lyle, I’m Eber, I’ve heard of your great name, heard of your great name indeed.”

Lyle shook his hand without revealing anything.

“Mr. Lyle, I’m very grateful that you reached out to our Silver Guild,” Eber said.

Lyle smiled, “I found the Silver Guild quite agreeable.”

Eber’s tone turned somewhat mournful. “You don’t know, when I was young, I was indulgent in pleasure, betraying my father, the former president of the Silver Guild, who entrusted me before leaving.”

Wilson hesitated. The old president retired, right? He’s not dead yet. Really trying to be filial.

Lyle nodded, “I can understand.”

Eber sighed, “Mr. Lyle, your talents are exceptional… and me? Aside from this Silver Guild my father left me, and my three beautiful and charming wives at home, what do I have that can compare to Mr. Lyle?”

Okay, enough already. Are you flattering me, or is this a Versailles party?

Lyle paused for a moment.

“Well, let’s get to the business,” he said. Without further ado, he extended three fingers on his left hand and two fingers on his right hand.

“Within three months, I want to take twenty percent of the profits.”

Eber sighed, “Mr. Lyle, you have quite the appetite.”

In this world, there was actually no concept of patents. As soon as significant production began, other guilds would find ways to acquire the manufacturing process, and it wouldn’t remain something unique for long.

Three months’ time was just right.

Lyle smiled.

“However, I promise you,” he said.

Eber also smiled, “My intuition tells me that Mr. Lyle’s ambition isn’t that of a mere merchant.”

The main thing was, the profits from this operation, once handled by the Silver Guild, would be staggeringly impressive.

Lilyss, who had been watching in astonishment, was quick to realize something. It all happened so fast; they had barely sat down and already finished the negotiations. And the meaning of Mr. Lyle’s hand gesture… Did it mean he wanted to have his way with your three wives for two days?

Lilyss was greatly shocked.

“Mr. Lyle, now that the matter of money is settled, would you like to relax first?” The City of Dreams beckons.

Eber’s face showed a bewitched smile.

When succubi got into that mood… it was quite intense!

“The specific details can be discussed while we play,” Lilyss’s pointed ears twitched, her expression wary. She had caught a whiff of the sultry atmosphere.

Lyle shook his head and donned his hat as he stood up.

“You’re more skilled in business than I am, so I won’t interfere. Just find more people for me, and I’ll be responsible for producing the liquor; you’re in charge of marketing it.”

Eber became even more convinced that his earlier speculation was correct. Lyle’s ambition wasn’t that of a mere merchant.

After Lyle left, someone clever decided to share the information about Lyle’s origins from the Moonlit Blossom.

Eber contemplated for a moment. “I’m planning to host an adventurer’s banquet and invite the Moonlit Blossom to taste our new wine.”

Wilson thought for a moment. “What about the price?”

“Let it be, this is our sincerity to Mr. Lyle.”

…

…

“The Silver Guild has invited us to attend their banquet tomorrow night and taste their new wine.”

In the backyard of the Moonlit Blossom villa, the three young ladies sat in the flower pavilion, enjoying their afternoon tea. Behind them, a sea of flowers was in full bloom.

Xiyaa placed the invitation she held in her hand on the table. “They’ve offered a substantial sum, and other adventurer groups will also be present.”

“The Silver Guild?”

When the topic turned to alcohol, Emiliya couldn’t help but think of Lyle. However, the Silver Guild was one of the three major guilds in Iofar and not a small-scale establishment like Lyle’s Oakwood Tavern. Their lives were adorned with fantasies, adventures, and refinement. They didn’t care about the price of meat, only whether it tasted good. In Emiliya’s eyes, Lyle turning to winemaking seemed like a self-indulgent act.

“But… Lyle isn’t here,” she said.

Xiyaa didn’t even look back.

“What does that have to do with Lyle?”

Why are you so agitated?

Emiliya felt wronged on her face and silently muttered to herself. Flo stretched lazily, “We’re just idle until you find a new scholar.”

“Yeah,” said Xiyaa, gazing quietly at the blooming sea of flowers.

“Even without Lyle, we’re still the top-tier adventurer group in Iofar.”