I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 362: Richard Joins the Game

"Arthur, don’t attack. We are here to trade."

Eric helplessly pulled the angry Arthur’s hand. Fighting unreasonably like this - if others found out, they would die of laughter.

He knew Arthur was protecting him, but it wasn’t necessary to go that far. These people might indeed be probing, but merchants wouldn’t get up early without profit.

No matter how cunning people were, it was useless in the face of absolute strength. Eric didn’t intend to reveal the specific recipes for potato vermicelli and mung bean vermicelli, and they couldn’t use any methods stronger than him.

Not to mention having Arthur, a dragon at the top of the food chain, standing by; the many Beastmen were also his backing.

The Tiger Clan hadn’t left yet, and now the tribe had so many Beastmen that the Halun merchant group couldn’t call for reinforcements from the other side of the coast. Although the other mercenaries were elites among humans, they were insignificant in front of Beastmen. Relying solely on Richard, being able to lead a few people to escape would already be impressive.

However, for Corbin to dare to come to the Fantasy Continent to trade, he definitely had quite a few life-saving magic items on him. Moreover, under normal circumstances, Beastmen also needed to buy supplies from them and wouldn’t attack them.

Eric also didn’t want to fall out with the other party over this; it really wasn’t worth it. In the future, the Hadu tribe would only have more products, all requiring export in large quantities. He was still counting on doing long-term business with Corbin.

From the matter of the milk cows, it could be seen that Corbin was a merchant worth cooperating with. At least after Eric had given the wine in advance, regardless of the purpose, Corbin had abided by the agreement to bring the milk cows and even gave him many slaves who knew how to raise them as a bonus.

The two looked at each other, both seeing helplessness in the other’s eyes.

Richard didn’t necessarily listen to Corbin, but he knew the severity of things. Arthur listened to Eric; the chill on his body gradually retracted, and the pressure dissipated by more than half.

Just now, both he and Richard had developed a fighting spirit. Their combined pressure made the surrounding mercenaries and merchant group members almost unable to breathe. Only people like Eric couldn’t feel the pressure.

At this moment, as the two withdrew their pressure, the surrounding people who were kneeling or lying on the ground felt as if they had survived a disaster, trembling as they stood up.

Even those who were in better condition and still standing had pale faces; only now did some color return to their cheeks.

Everyone wiped their cold sweat and slowly cleaned up the mess.

Fortunately, the meal had just been finished, otherwise, it would have been a waste. Eric looked regretfully at the pile of broken bowls and plates on the ground; it was truly a mess.

Old Jack had traveled everywhere with the Halun merchant group to trade and had experienced great storms and waves; what hadn’t he seen? He smoothed his clothes with dissatisfaction, and after tidying up, took the lead in breaking the deadlock.

"Lord Patriarch, I would like to discuss cooking methods with you. If you agree, I can also offer my own recipes."

Corbin frowned but couldn’t conveniently refute him loudly, so he could only persuade in a low voice:

"Jack, I still have to discuss business here. Wait until we finish negotiating the transaction, then you can discuss cooking slowly."

Besides his identity as a high-ranking chef, Old Jack had cooked for Grand Duke Liam for many years, and the Grand Duke treated him like family. Corbin was the Grand Duke’s nephew, so calling Old Jack ’uncle’ privately wouldn’t be excessive, though he kept it professional in public.

If not for this relationship, Old Jack wouldn’t have agreed to accompany him.

"Actually, I also brought a bottle of white liquor. I wanted you to taste it first before setting the price. As for cooking, I actually only know some simple things..." Eric scratched his head.

Corbin hurriedly smiled and said, "That’s great. The berry wine and rice wine from the Patriarch are both fine wines; I’m sure the white liquor isn’t bad either. Let’s go into the tent."

He winked at Hugh, leading Eric and Arthur into the tent. On the other side, Hugh put on an ingratiating smile to coax Old Jack back.

Richard had nearly conflicted with Arthur just now, so Corbin naturally didn’t want him to enter and glared at him.

But Eric had previously said that white liquor was a strong spirit, and Richard was an alcoholic; he could taste it first right now. Thick-skinned, he followed them in as well, no longer harboring intentions of probing Arthur, and sat down reluctantly but behaving himself.

"The potato vermicelli and mung bean vermicelli are indeed not bad. Besides being used as dry rations, they are also excellent ingredients for cooking. It’s just that since no one has eaten them before, if I bring back too much, they won’t sell out in a short time."

After sitting down, Corbin spoke to Eric.

This was also within Eric’s expectations.

Potato vermicelli was different from soap and toilet paper. Those two were daily necessities; as long as people used them and knew the benefits, one would tell ten, and ten would tell a hundred - there was no worry about finding buyers.

But potato vermicelli was food, and it was something everyone had never seen or heard of, nor did they know how to cook it. The price was higher than the other two items, so poorer families certainly wouldn’t bear to buy it to eat.

But Eric was confident. Potato vermicelli didn’t have a stimulating taste and had a good texture. Wherever it went, it would certainly be welcomed; it just needed some time.

He smiled: "It’s okay. Every new thing needs time to be accepted. It just so happens that we can’t supply a large quantity right now either. There is one ton of potato vermicelli and only over six hundred catties of mung bean vermicelli. You can take these back to try first."

Corbin poured a cup of tea for the two of them, ignoring Richard beside him.

He looked at Eric, a probing look flashing in his eyes. This young patriarch always made him feel something was amiss when speaking, as if the person sitting opposite him wasn’t a Beastman.

"Alright, we’ll take all of this. We’ll follow the price you stated." He pondered for a moment and made the decision.

Richard picked up the exquisite teapot himself, poured a cup, and drank it in one gulp.

"This small pot is useless; it’s not even enough for a mouthful." After mocking it, he continued, "Patriarch, you can sell this potato vermicelli and mung bean vermicelli to me. I will definitely pay a higher price than him."

There was only a bit over a ton. His Silver Horn mercenary squad had so many mercenaries. If he bought this amount as a welfare benefit for mercenaries who completed excellent missions, the quantity still wouldn’t be enough.

Corbin frowned in anger. He had said it before: these rude mercenaries were the most annoying.

"What do you know? The Patriarch and I are preparing for large-scale transactions in the future. Later, when there is a large quantity, will you be able to eat it all?"

Richard snorted: "The Mercenary Guild has so many mercenaries. Can’t I sell to them? Isn’t that also business?"

Eric listened to their argument and made no comment, but in his heart, he certainly leaned towards Corbin.

The Halun merchant group had a large scale and a wide business scope; handing any type of product to him was the best choice.

With Corbin’s ability, he could certainly sell the Hadu tribe’s products to many different customer groups in the future.

The Hadu tribe currently mainly had cheap products, with only wine standing out. But Eric wasn’t resigned to stopping there; in the future, many new products would be launched, and high-end products would also be planned, such as the most profitable skincare products.

From this perspective, the Halun merchant group was the best choice.

But diversification was also good. Since the Silver Horn mercenary squad was so powerful, its influence in the Mercenary Guild was certainly not low.

If Richard’s words weren’t spoken in anger, then this wasn’t impossible to become a new sales channel.