Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The vast difference in prices stirred discontent and agitation within the old nobles. They stared wide-eyed, incredulous that the new nobles could so easily purchase the fertilizer bricks they had once only dreamed of at a much lower price.

In the Imperial City, a single brick was hard to come by, impossible to obtain even with money, let alone transport here.

But now, they were available, and this sense of injustice burned fiercely in their hearts like a raging fire.

Many old nobles were so enraged they wanted to flip the tables.

The new nobles, however, were overjoyed by all of this.

They watched the old nobles' angry and helpless expressions, their hearts filled with triumph and satisfaction.

They stood on His Highness the Crown Prince's shoulders, looking down upon those old nobles who were once so high and mighty.

The atmosphere between the two sides grew increasingly tense, with an undercurrent of potential shouting matches.

The old nobles were red-faced and spoke vehemently, while the new nobles responded with sarcasm and provocation.

A war of the nobles, sparked by the price difference, seemed ready to erupt.

Sauron had anticipated this. His goal, besides making a fortune, was to create an early conflict between the old and new nobles.

The new nobles were naturally no match for the old nobles, but they had the Crown Prince and the 300,000 Imperial City garrison troops backing them.

There were also some who understood the situation, such as Viscount West, but by the time he realized it, it was too late.

He was already on the pirate ship. Leaving the Crown Prince's pirate ship would mean being torn to pieces by the old nobles, so now he could only obediently support the Crown Prince.

Sauron snorted coldly, his face filled with anger as he shouted, "Insolent! What, do you have a problem with me, the Crown Prince?"

The new nobles immediately fell silent like cicadas in winter, and the old nobles, who were about to retort, wisely chose to remain silent as well.

"This price is just a temporary measure," Sauron said with an unquestionable tone of authority. "I am already preparing a fertilizer factory in Fulga City. In just half a year, Fulga will be self-sufficient. At that time, the price of fertilizer bricks will naturally be the same as in the Imperial City."

Knowing that this windfall wouldn't last long, he dropped another bombshell, stunning everyone present.

If the fertilizer bricks, a long-term agricultural tool, were to be maintained at a high price of 300 copper coins for a long time, even the great nobles of the Northwest would feel immense pressure.

Adjusting the price to a people-friendly 50 copper coins would ensure increased production and protect the interests of all parties.

However, buying at a price of 300 copper coins made it difficult to guarantee profits.

Now, Crown Prince Sauron dropped a bombshell: in half a year, a fertilizer factory would be built in Fulga City.

This news quickly calmed the old nobles, who realized that they only needed to endure for another half a year to see a turnaround.

For the new nobles, however, this news brought a strong sense of urgency.

They realized that they had to accelerate their development in this short half-year to ensure they didn't fall behind the old nobles in future competition.

Interestingly, this news even caused some noble families who had always been at odds with the Crown Prince, such as the Crodo family, to re-evaluate their relationship with him.

They no longer wanted the Crown Prince to be transferred back to the Imperial City, as it might mean they would lose this rare opportunity to develop ahead of others, and also lose their greatest protection.

With Crown Prince Sauron as their support, even if the old nobles wanted to attack them, they would have to carefully consider the situation before acting.

"Your Highness, I wonder what the requirements are for building the fertilizer factory?" Count Mad humbly inquired, a deferential smile on his face, as if he genuinely wanted to share Sauron's burden. ("If there is anything we can do, we will do our best to share Your Highness's worries."

Sauron smiled faintly and shook his head gently, a subtle hint of cunning in his smile. He knew that if Count Mad were to discover the secrets of fertilizer production, this noble would not hesitate to imitate and produce it.

After all, in the circle of nobles, there was no sacred and inviolable concept of intellectual property rights.

Count Mad's face flashed with a hint of disappointment, but he still maintained his aristocratic composure and demeanor.

His heart was already surging with hidden tides, and his gaze couldn't help but drift towards the window, to the towering fortress outside Fulga City. He had originally thought it was just a guard post, but now, new doubts arose in his mind.

The layout of that fortress was quite different from ordinary guard posts. Heavily guarded, could it be the rumored fertilizer factory?

Once this idea took root, it grew wildly in Count Mad's heart.

He secretly calculated that if he could discover the secret of fertilizer production, his family would definitely rise to a higher level.

Sauron suddenly remembered the pressing problem of the raw material for fertilizer bricks - manure.

Fulga was known as the Northwest's giant trading city. Although its population of a hundred thousand was dominant in the Northwest, it still paled in comparison to the bustling Imperial City, with a population less than one-tenth of its size.

This reality directly triggered a tricky problem: at the beginning of preparing the fertilizer factory, Sauron ordered the full collection of accumulated manure inside and outside the city.

To this day, it had been almost completely collected.

To this end, he spared no expense in building many public toilets in the city to centrally collect manure.

Even more, Sauron promulgated a new law, severely punishing those who defecated anywhere in the city, with a fine of 200 copper coins for violators.

Especially Count Mad, a noble with infinite longing for fertilizer bricks, his eyes flashing with the light of ambition, as if he had already smelled the secret of manufacturing fertilizer bricks.

Viscount West was even more eager to try. He stepped forward and said in a loud voice: "Your Highness, whatever your orders, we will definitely do our best to help!"

Sauron was secretly delighted, it seemed that his plan had successfully aroused the interest of these nobles.

"Ahem, the main material for fertilizer bricks is manure!"

As soon as Sauron finished speaking, many nobles present suddenly softened and fell to the ground, and then began to vomit.