Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Soren's lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile, as if he didn't quite care about what was happening before him. He said in a calm, yet forceful voice, "During the Purple Melon Competition, Samael and Nicholas joined forces as a team, which holds profound implications. From this move, we can deduce that they may have reached some kind of secret agreement."

He paused, his gaze sharpening, "Even the Vera family might step in to help them at a crucial moment. The power behind such a coalition, I believe you understand better than I do."

Hearing this, Razel's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes. He hadn't originally held much fear towards the Crodo family, after all, the strength of their two families was about the same.

If the Crodo family really joined forces with the Vera family, then the situation would be very different.

Such an alliance would undoubtedly break the existing balance of power, bringing him unprecedented pressure.

Razel asked in a deep voice, "I have full confidence in dealing with the Crodo family, but if it's the Vera family, that's another matter entirely." A solemn expression appeared on his face.

The Vera family had begun to rise after Gustav became the Crown Prince, and it had been over thirty years since. The foundation of this family was unfathomable; they possessed two Eighth-Order experts alone, their strength far surpassing that of the Crodo family.

After listening, Soren's expression remained quite composed, and he said slowly, "The Fine Salt Guild has been established for so long, it's about time those families who joined the guild contributed some effort." His voice was steady and powerful, as if everything was under his control.

Hearing this, Razel's eyes lit up, and he understood Soren's meaning.

The Lasti Wharf was located in the southwest direction of the Imperial City. Far from the central area of the wharf, there was a vast open warehouse area.

This place was originally a mountain peak. More than a hundred years ago, in order to build the Lasti Wharf, Lasti, the Eighth-Order mage who was also the chief engineer at the time, personally took action, blasting down the entire hill and transforming it into a cargo storage area.

Afterwards, to commemorate the achievements of the Lasti Magister, the wharf was officially renamed Lasti Wharf in the second year after the Lasti Magister's death.

Unknowingly, more than a hundred years had passed, and earth-shaking changes had taken place in the surrounding area.

The once-empty and desolate riverside fishing village had become a bustling commercial district, and the population had also experienced explosive growth. However, the well-connected roads were preserved and widened and rebuilt several times.

The warehouse area had also been renovated countless times in the past hundred years, transforming from the initial simple temporary cargo storage point into the complex and orderly appearance it had today, and its function had also changed from a simple temporary cargo storage point into a large distribution center for people and logistics.

Afternoon.

The bright sunshine shone on the entire warehouse area, making people feel warm and comfortable.

In a corner of the outer warehouse area, inside a shop with the sign "Lordsa Carriage Guild" hanging, Schulte was comfortably lying in a rocking chair, taking a nap while flipping through a booklet called Imperial City Affairs. Imperial City Affairs was similar to a newspaper, but it was only published once every half month, and the price was as high as three silver coins, which ordinary people couldn't afford.

The Lordsa Carriage Guild was formed by more than a dozen nobles in the Imperial City who were engaged in freight transportation, and it nearly monopolized most of the wharf's freight business.

The others in the guild had been busy for half a day, and they were finally able to take a nap, so they were seizing the time to rest or busy with their own affairs.

At the same time, a huge ship slowly docked at the shore. It was the Hansa Freight Ship, the largest inland river freighter traveling to and from the Imperial City. The rear hatch slowly opened, and large sampans were immediately connected to the freighter, forming a temporary platform.

The crew began to busily move things out, and the person in charge of the guild at the wharf immediately went to take the business, while sending someone to notify the steward, Schulte, to send a carriage to pick up the goods.

As soon as he received the news, Schulte immediately jumped up. His income was linked to the business revenue, and a big deal was about to come his way.

Sure enough, as soon as Schulte arrived at the busy and vibrant wharf, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a majestic captain's uniform walking in with great strides.

He wore a delicate captain's hat, a bright rapier hung at his waist, and there was a long, narrow scar on his face, as if it were a mark of his past sailing years. His face was full of high spirits, and his eyes revealed a kind of determination and decisiveness.

The captain walked up to Schulte and said in a loud voice, "Schulte, long time no see, don't just stand there, quickly prepare twenty carriages for me. Today I have a large batch of valuable goods to send to the Imperial City, time is tight, there can be no delay."

After listening, Schulte immediately responded, "Yes, Captain Jett! I'll arrange it right away, and I guarantee that I won't delay your important business."

With Schulte's order, the wharf immediately became busy, and people began to prepare carriages and move goods in full swing.

Captain Jett stood aside, his eyes like torches, supervising the progress of each task to ensure that everything could proceed smoothly according to his plan.

His majesty and aura made everyone present not dare to slack off in the slightest.

"Captain Jett, are you making a fortune? You're in such a good mood." After Schulte finished giving his orders, he greeted him and started chatting with a smile.

"Making a fortune?" The grim-faced Captain Jett retorted with a smile, "I'm just running errands, just getting a little bit of the soup."

Schulte naturally wouldn't believe it.

Captain Jett was a well-known figure in the water transportation industry. However, many people didn't know that he was ostensibly a legitimate businessman running water transportation, but in reality, he was a notorious pirate.

At his peak, Captain Jett had a dozen ships under his command. His fleet rampaged on the sea, and countless gold and silver treasures fell into his pockets.

Unfortunately, he encountered the Empress Dowager on her southern tour. A super-large magic spell was dropped, and everything became marine debris. However, at that time, the Empress Dowager did not kill Jett, and even had people rescue Jett and most of his pirates.

From then on, Captain Jett became the Harun family's maritime spokesperson.

While Schulte was talking to Jett, the guys in the guild had already taken action, the accountants were recording the accounts, and the people helping to load the trucks were doing it very neatly.

Soon, huge boxcars, dragged by heavy draft horses, drove into the warehouse area, lining up to load goods.

The heavy-duty wagons of the Carriage Guild were all giant boxcars, and one car could load five thousand catties of goods. The business of twenty wagons was considered a relatively large business.

Captain Jett and Schulte also went together with the heavy-duty wagons, standing on the side to direct and supervise the crew and shop assistants in moving the goods.