Ashen Dragon-Chapter 391 - : 314 Chapter Great Cooperation
Chapter 391: 314 Chapter Great Cooperation
Cassius looked down at him.
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“Do not let it happen again.”
“Remember, emissary of the Wojin Church, keep your cheap tricks to yourself. I am not one of those easily deceived human lords.”
“Y-Yes, Your Majesty.”
Selvin still responded with a hint of unease.
Thus, Cassius easily took control of the conversation, guiding the future direction of this collaboration.
“The Empire has already drafted a comprehensive cooperation plan, ensuring mutual benefits for both parties.”
Cassius said.
However, he had already lost interest in the Wojin Church’s emissary and felt a bit impatient—greedy merchants were incredibly boring.
So, the Red Dragon lazily reclined on the Iron Throne again and gave Ramp a knowing look.
Ramp immediately understood. He took out a thick stack of plans from his robes, along with a parchment contract.
“The Empire and the Wojin Church will cooperate on the basis of equality and friendship, adhering to the commercial principles of honesty, mutual benefit, and joint development…”
Selvin listened for a long time, hearing nothing but useless jargon. His ears were almost calloused by the idleness, but in the end, he still found the key point in the lengthy discourse.
“The Empire possesses a large amount of goods for disposal, while the Wojin Church has temples spread across the Fianso Continent. The two sides are complementary, with a sufficient basis for cooperation and shared interests…”
“The Empire will join forces with the Wojin Church to establish the ‘Imperial Southern Continent Company.’ The Ashen Empire will supply the goods, while the Wojin Church will provide sales channels and trade transfer stations…”
“In this collaboration, the Wojin Church will receive a portion of the commission, but the Empire must retain dominance.”
Selvin furrowed his brows and couldn’t help but ask, “A trade company? You want to sell goods to the South?”
“Yes.”
Ramp nodded in reply.
However, he had already discerned doubt from Selvin’s eyes, though it was constrained by the presence of the Red Dragon.
Selvin’s doubts were understandable—the Anzeta Great Wilderness was remote and barren, plagued by perennial Magic decline, whereas the South was rich and vibrant, far more prosperous.
How could Anzeta’s goods be sold in the South?
Ramp tapped the ground lightly with his Magic Wand, and amid a ripple of space, he pulled something from the void.
Selvin adjusted his pince-nez and saw that it was a wool sweater—it showed no signs of Enchantment, just ordinary wool knitwear, not even finely crafted.
“These ignorant Anzeta Barbarians… could they truly see such a thing as a treasure?”
This Wojin believer thought with some contempt, but due to the presence of the Red Dragon, he kept his inner disdain hidden.
Ramp smiled and said, “Please guess—what is its price?”
“20 silver coins?”
Selvin answered nonchalantly.
As a Wojin believer, Selvin knew the prices of various commodities very well, confident he wouldn’t be wrong.
But Ramp merely shook his head.
“15 silver coins?”
“10 silver coins?”
Selvin finally put away his inner contempt, eyes full of disbelief.
Ten silver coins, this was already the wholesale price in the renowned textile city of the South, the lowest across Fianso Continent, any lower would mean a loss.
But Ramp just raised five sturdy fingers, shaking them in the air.
“This, this can’t be!”
Selvin couldn’t help but exclaim.
Ramp calmly said:
“Nothing is impossible. The Empire’s wool sweaters are priced at five silver coins, and there is still room for price reduction.”
“Moreover, with the Empire’s current production capacity, if raw materials are sufficient, we can produce seven million pieces of such wool sweaters per year. After industrial construction is completed nationwide, this number is expected to increase tenfold.”
“How, how did you achieve this?”
Selvin’s face was full of shock.
He knew very well that in the production of such wool sweaters, the most important aspect was not the wool, but the skilled artisans—their livelihood came from weaving wool.
But the Empire’s goods were extraordinarily cheap, and production was so massive; he couldn’t fathom how it was achieved.
Magic?
Impossible.
The cost of Magic was much higher than hiring artisans.
Even though Magic was prevalent in the South, familiar to the people, it couldn’t serve the general public in this way.
Even the most skilled artisans could only weave three or four wool sweaters a day.
Could it be that the Ashen Empire had captured tens of thousands of craftsmen, forcing them to work day and night?
This idea seemed absurd to Selvin.
Ramp casually tossed the wool sweater to the ground and said steadily:
“You don’t need to know how the Empire achieved it.”
“You only need to help us sell these goods and earn money from it—something the Wojin Church does best, isn’t it?”
“O-Of course.”
Selvin’s eyes instantly filled with greed, as if he saw a mountain of Gold Coins.
The profits here were enormous.
If the Ashen Empire’s goods were indeed so affordable, selling them to the South would surely cause a frenzy.
And if Ramp’s words were true, that the Empire’s production capacity could reach such terrifying volumes, their wool sweaters flooding the market would surely cause the collapse of wool workshops across the continent—but at the same time, the annual trade would generate millions of Gold Coins in profit.
So much Gold Coin, even a slip through the fingers would be enough to fill his coffers.
“Who is your overall supervisor?”
Ramp’s voice interrupted Selvin’s fantasy of heaps of Gold Coins.
“I-It’s me, sir.”
Selvin’s voice trembled, out of excitement and anticipation.
Ramp waved dismissively and said disdainfully, “I mean the overall supervisor of the Wojin Church, not this diplomatic mission; you… are not qualified to sign the contract and decide the future direction of this cooperation.”
“I report, sir, it is Tiona Ludwig Holy Coin.”
Selvin finally calmed down, realizing he was merely an emissary, not capable of making such grand decisions.
He hadn’t let the Gold Coins go to his head.
The Wojin belief system across the Fianso Continent was a unified structure, led by an Archbishop known as the “Holy Coin.”
The current Holy Coin and divine representative Tiona Ludwig in the “Golden Tower” temple, a grand cathedral overlooking the Free Trade Federation, strived to consolidate Wojin’s beliefs.
Ramp’s hideous face displayed a confident smile.
“Very well, go back and tell her that there’s a business deal worth tens of millions of Gold Coins here, and see if she… wants to sign it.”
“Yes, sir.”
Selvin suppressed his excitement, bowing with immense respect.
This was the allure of gold.
A great and infamous collaboration was about to begin, bringing a splendid free trade, yet leading to countless bankruptcies.
…
After the Wojin Church’s diplomatic mission hastily departed, a brief conversation ensued in the empty palace.
“Ramp, you understand my expectations.”
“Of course, master. These profit-oriented Wojin believers cannot be trusted; their greed is insatiable.”
“We only intend to leverage their influence in the South…”
“Once the company firmly secures its foothold in the South, we will oust them and replace all employees with our own people.”
“Good, you understand.”
As the ogre berated the Wojin Church’s greed, he didn’t realize—he himself was the greediest, the stingiest of all, unwilling to let outsiders even sip the soup.
