Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

As the words fell, the faces of the Fine Salt Family gradually stiffened and turned ugly, especially Tyrrell, whose body even began to tremble, his eyes revealing disbelief.

They originally thought they had grasped the lifeline of the Imperial City's fine salt market, but at this moment, they suddenly realized they might be facing a huge impact.

The more he saw them like this, the stronger the feeling of satisfaction in Reyzer's heart became. He had always been dissatisfied with the Fine Salt Family's high-price strategy, and seeing their panic at this moment, he couldn't help but feel secretly delighted.

"This, what does Your Highness mean?" Renault's heart thumped. He also felt somewhat at a loss at this moment, and asked in a low voice.

"It's like this," Reyzer said with a straight face, "Your Fine Salt Family is the largest fine salt producer in the Imperial City, and I believe you have also developed some markets in other regions. However, our fine salt production is very large. As the scale planned by His Highness continues to expand, the monthly output can break through 500,000 jin within the next year. At that time, we will still need to rely on various families to promote our fine salt within the empire."

"Seventh Prince, Your Highness," Tyrrell's face was pale, his whole body trembling, and his heart was as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He asked with difficulty, "You, a monthly output of 500,000 jin, are you not lying?"

He couldn't imagine how much of an impact their fine salt market would suffer if this news was true.

"Lying?" Reyzer stood up, patted Tyrrell's shoulder with a smile, "There's no need to lie to you at all. During this period, we let you raise prices, just hoping that you would sell the fine salt in your hands as soon as possible before our fine salt enters the market. In this way, when our bulk fine salt enters the market, it will not cause an irreversible price reduction impact, thereby causing irreversible damage to your Fine Salt Family."

Hearing Reyzer's explanation, the representatives of the Fine Salt Family fell into silence. The gazes of anger and hatred gradually focused on the Crodo Family, because their decision to vigorously hoard fine salt in the later stage was based on the "rumors" spread by the Crodo Family.

At this moment, the anger in their hearts was difficult to suppress. In the face of the majesty of the Court Mage Corps, they could only remain silent. Otherwise, few of the Crodo Family members present would be able to leave the manor alive, not even Renault, the eighth-order magic mentor.

"As for the fine salt you still have left in your hands, just keep it and sell it slowly, don't worry," Reyzer said casually, "Anyway, starting tomorrow, the guild's fine salt will be put on the market. Alas, it seems that we old bones won't be able to relax."

His words revealed contempt and disdain for the Fine Salt Family.

After speaking, Reyzer retreated to Soren's side without looking back, leaving the representatives of the Fine Salt Family frozen in place, their expressions extremely ugly.

Gaziev was the first to recover from the shock. He asked with a trembling voice, "Your Highness, what is the future pricing of your fine salt?" This question tugged at the heartstrings of everyone present, and they nervously watched Soren, waiting for his answer.

Soren said with a smile, "For the development of the empire, and to enhance the overall strength of the empire, I plan to set the price at 1.5 silver coins per gram. Moreover, a certain amount will be specially supplied to the adventurer families and knight families in the imperial capital every month."

This quotation was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the Fine Salt Family representatives hard.

Hearing this quotation, the representatives of the Fine Salt Family suddenly let out painful wails.

Their faces were ashen, and the despair in their hearts was indescribable. Many people had bloodshot eyes, and their eyes flickered with anger and unwillingness.

When they saw the Court Mage Corps guarding the surroundings, the idea of destroying the fine salt workshop here instantly vanished.

To take action in front of the Court Mage Corps and the prince was tantamount to rebellion. The final outcome would only be family bankruptcy, the revocation of fiefdoms, being far away from the prosperous political center of the imperial capital, and even possibly facing the tragic fate of being beheaded and displayed to the public.

Faced with such a situation, the Fine Salt Family representatives could only helplessly accept reality. Their hearts were full of regret and self-blame, regretting why they had lightly believed the Crodo Family's rumors, and blaming themselves for not seeing the situation clearly earlier.

"Cough cough!" Soren coughed twice, attracting everyone's attention back. He continued, "I know that you all still have a certain amount of fine salt stockpiled. I will give you three more days. After three days, the Fine Salt Guild will put the fine salt on the market. Please seize this last opportunity."

Gaziev reacted the fastest. He hurriedly bowed to Soren to bid farewell, and then ran towards his own carriage. Because he was too nervous, he accidentally fell, but he ignored the pain and continued to run towards the carriage while rolling and crawling.

The other nobles only reacted at this time, and bid farewell and left one after another.

In less than a minute, the nobles who had been visiting outside the workshop had disappeared without a trace.

At this time, Reyzer finally burst into hearty laughter.

"爽! (Shuang! - Awesome!)" he shouted. In his life, Reyzer had never felt so happy.

Over the years, the Crodo Family had made many moves against the Harun Family both openly and secretly, which made Reyzer very unhappy. And today, he finally had a chance to vent his anger.

Torres, who was beside him, watched his father lose his composure so much, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. He endured it again and again, but finally couldn't help but persuade, "Father, please restrain yourself a little."

"Restrain myself? I wanted to restrain myself," Reyzer said with a smile that made his bones go soft. He continued, "But when I think of the Crodo Family's frustrated faces, I can't help but want to laugh. This battle, we fought so爽! (Shuang! - Awesome!)"

Soren looked at Reyzer's happy appearance, and couldn't help but reveal a smile.

"Your Highness, are the conditions you promised still valid?" Beers, the patriarch of the Prutt Family, suddenly asked. His voice echoed in the empty space outside the workshop.

Soren glanced at this fine salt family patriarch, the only one who had not fled, and secretly admired his courage and decisiveness.

The Prutt Family, led by Beers, had the second largest fine salt production in the Imperial City, second only to the Crodo Family, and its influence could not be underestimated.

"Of course, they are valid," Soren replied with a smile. "I, Soren, keep my word. As long as your Prutt Family is willing to follow, the previously promised conditions will still be valid."

Beers took a deep breath and looked at Soren with a firm gaze.

"We, the Prutt Family, swear by the glory and faith of our ancestors, are sincerely willing to follow Your Honorable Highness, unswervingly, until death."

"Very good," Soren nodded and said, "I believe in the glory of the Prutt Family, and I also believe in Earl Beers's knightly spirit."

Beside him, Reyzer also showed an appreciative expression.

Soren's move not only stabilized the Prutt Family, but also gained the Prutt Family's loyalty, and his strength in the Imperial City would rise to another level.