Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The Imperial Princess Merilyn took a deep breath, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes. She understood that to maintain her power and position, she had to take action.

That is, to purge those mages controlled by the Harun family from the court mage group.

When Imperial Princess Merilyn calmed down and carefully considered the reasons behind this, she realized that the Emperor and Empress must be behind this action.

"It seems my nephew doesn't want me to dominate the court mage group," Merilyn sneered.

At the same time.

The atmosphere inside the Krodo family's mansion assembly hall was tense and solemn.

The core members of the Krodo family were gathered together, their faces grave as they fervently discussed the current situation.

An elder, flipping through the ledger, frowned, and said with some confusion: "It seems like something is not quite right. Logically speaking, at this price point, many small and medium-sized families with inventory would 'hold back' and not easily sell. How is it that batches of refined salt keep appearing on the market? This seems to contradict our previous predictions."

Another elder pondered for a moment and offered his view: "Perhaps… we underestimated the refined salt inventory in the hands of various small and medium-sized families given the long-term price increases over the years? Maybe they think now is a good time to sell."

He paused and continued, "However, since yesterday, no new refined salt has appeared on the market. We should have squeezed them out pretty much."

Hearing this, Tiril smiled smugly: "Everyone, rest assured. The Harun family and the Refined Salt Guild can't hold on any longer. Just this morning, His Highness Soren sent someone to deliver a message, saying he wants to have a good talk with our Krodo family."

However, Renault frowned in thought, a faint sense of unease rising in his heart. He looked up at Tiril and asked seriously: "Tiril, how much refined salt do we have in total on our accounts now?"

Tiril was taken aback for a moment, then replied: "We currently have a total of…" His words suddenly stopped, a hint of embarrassment and panic flashing across his face.

The other members also noticed his strangeness and cast doubtful glances at him.

Renault's heart sank, realizing that something might have gone wrong. He stared intently into Tiril's eyes and asked, word by word: "Tiril, are you hiding something from us?"

The atmosphere in the assembly hall suddenly became tense, all eyes focused on Tiril.

"Should be four or five hundred thousand catties, right?" Tiril speculated: "These past few days, I've been busy directing market speculation and large-scale acquisitions, and haven't paid much attention to the specific total."

An elder in charge of recording immediately started flipping through the ledger, his pen quickly scribbling across the paper, conducting a tense tally. His expression then underwent a subtle change, his voice tinged with astonishment: "We currently have a total of more than 1.71 million catties of refined salt in stock!"

"So much?" Tiril was also taken aback and widened his eyes when he heard this number. But he quickly regained his composure, reassuring the surrounding family elders: "Everyone, don't panic. Now, most of the refined salt inventory in the entire capital should already be in our hands."

He looked around and continued confidently: "As long as we can unite with other major refined salt families to jointly suspend the refining of refined salt, then even if we give other families ten years, they will find it difficult to meet market demand. Under such market demand, the price of refined salt will still be determined by us."

Tiril's voice was full of confidence and power, as if he had already seen the dawn of victory: "Moreover, as far as I know, the Refined Salt Guild currently has at most a few hundred thousand catties in stock. They only have enough to maintain market sales for ten days. After ten days, the entire refined salt market will be ours."

With this explanation, the elders who were originally a little worried gradually calmed down, and joyful and expectant expressions appeared on their faces. They seemed to have already seen the Krodo family's position in the capital rising with this operation.

"This time our Krodo family will make a big profit, and the family's wealth will reach a new level," Tiril continued to encourage people: "These funds will be used to cultivate and enhance our family's strength. Seventh-level experts will also have the opportunity to try to break through and see if we can cultivate an eighth-level transcendent."

When the elders heard this, their eyes flashed with anticipation and excitement. Once the Krodo family could cultivate an eighth-level transcendent, then the family's position in the capital would be completely different.

As for Princess Nina's previous warning, it seemed insignificant to them at this moment.

As long as the Krodo family can produce another eighth-level transcendent, then the relationship with Princess Nina will also be reversed.

"At that time!" Tiril's eyes flashed with ambition and expectation, "It will no longer be our Krodo family relying on Princess Nina, but her needing to rely on us."

Just at this moment, the guard at the door walked in quickly and respectfully handed over a gorgeously decorated invitation: "Lord Renault, Prince Soren has sent an invitation to a banquet."

Renault took the invitation in confusion, opened it, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face: "The invitation says that in order to stabilize the price of refined salt in the capital, Prince Soren hopes to invite all the refined salt families in the capital to discuss a grand plan to achieve a win-win situation."

He looked up at Tiril, with a hint of approval in his eyes: "Tiril, your prediction is really accurate. It seems that this market turmoil has indeed put pressure on Prince Soren."

Tiril smiled slightly, appearing confident: "This is expected. After all, our current inventory is enough to affect the daily life of the entire capital. Prince Soren's move is nothing more than wanting to stabilize the market and also test the bottom line of the major refined salt families."

"Then should we go?" an elder asked.

"Go, of course, we must go," Renault said firmly: "This is not only an opportunity to show the strength of our Krodo family, but also a chance to establish connections with other refined salt families and seek common development."

He glanced at the list on the invitation and continued: "Not only our Krodo family has been invited, but all the refined salt families in the capital are on the list. This means that this banquet will be a grand gathering of the refined salt industry in the capital."

When the elders heard this, they nodded in agreement.

"Prepare yourselves!" Renault stood up and said: "We must attend this banquet in the most perfect state, not only to show the strength of our Krodo family, but also to show our wisdom and vision."