Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

“Your Highness, I'll trade! I'll trade.”

Viscount Wiggins panicked when he heard His Highness the Prince say forget it, and hurriedly grabbed his hand and said.

At this moment, he couldn't bother pretending anymore, fearing that he would really lose this opportunity to change the status quo.

“I was confused before, I hope Your Highness doesn't blame me. I am extremely grateful that Your Highness can give me such an opportunity. As long as Your Highness orders, I will have no objections.”

Viscount Wiggins had a flattering expression, and even fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Soren glanced at him coldly and said, "Hmph, if you had been so straightforward earlier, why bother being so coy."

Viscount Wiggins nodded repeatedly in agreement, standing aside and not daring to say more, only hoping that Soren could give him a satisfactory arrangement as soon as possible.

In order to exchange territories, Viscount Wiggins completely abandoned the demeanor and grace of a nobleman.

“Then where do you want to exchange to?” Soren reminded, “I can only arrange for you to go to the unclaimed lands in the Northwest provinces. You will need to develop many places yourself.”

Viscount Wiggins nodded, which was no different from what he had expected.

He had already prepared a large number of immigrants, plus family members, totaling two thousand people, enough to develop a new territory.

He was well-prepared and full of confidence for this land exchange.

Not to mention that Purple Melon has now been introduced to the Northwest, and the Northwest no longer needs to worry about food.

With a sufficient food supply, he believed that he would be able to make great strides in his new territory.

“Your Highness, I want to go to the Le Havre area,” Viscount Wiggins said quickly.

There was a hint of urgency in his voice, fearing that Soren would reject his request.

In the southeast of Le Havre is a hilly area with only a few mountain villages.

It is still undeveloped land because the hills are not suitable for planting, and because the Northwest is sparsely populated, naturally no nobles would choose to go there.

However, the hills do not affect the planting of Purple Melon, and from the hills, it is the Volga region, only three days away from Volga City.

Viscount Wiggins continued, “Your Highness, as long as I can build the roads there, my territory will surely become an important hub to Volga City. By then, commercial exchanges will be frequent, and tax revenue will also greatly increase. I am confident that I can build it into a prosperous place and contribute to the empire.”

Soren listened to his statement and fell into deep thought.

He was considering whether Viscount Wiggins' plan was feasible and what impact it would have on the development of the entire Northwest region.

Countess Fiana immediately took out a map and pointed out the location of the Le Havre area.

The lines and markings on the map clearly showed the outline and location of this land.

With just one glance, Soren couldn't help but light up. As Viscount Wiggins said, if the road could be built, Le Havre and the Valance Province behind it would not need to go around a big circle to reach Volga City.

This would greatly shorten the journey, save time and costs, and better promote economic development between the two places.

Valance Province belongs to the Northwest Plateau and is the province with the smallest population among the Northwest provinces, but it is the largest producer of fur and herbs in the Northwest.

Due to inconvenient transportation, the high-quality furs and precious herbs here are often difficult to transport quickly, which restricts trade.

Soren said generously, "Okay, if you are sure, follow me back to Volga to draft the exchange contract.

I, the Crown Prince, will give you certain support in building the road."

Soren's tone was firm and powerful, and he knew the importance of building this road to the entire Northwest region.

Viscount Wiggins was so excited that he almost knelt down on the spot after hearing this. He said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, Your Highness. I will definitely live up to your expectations and will do my best."

Countess Fiana smiled on the side, and she was also gratified to be able to facilitate such a thing that would benefit the development of the region.

Soren stayed in the Port of Toulouse for another two days. During this time, Soren also visited the abandoned lighthouse several times.

The lighthouse stood alone by the sea, like a silent watchman. He even climbed the lighthouse once under the leadership of Viscount Wiggins.

They carefully climbed the narrow and steep stairs, full of expectations for what they might find.

A trace of disappointment could not help but appear on Soren's face.

“It seems that after I go back, I have to ask Great-Grandfather to come over,” Soren muttered to himself.

When Soren left the Port of Toulouse, the woman carrying the black box and a thin old man with his eyes covered and a cane in one hand walked past them from another alley. Their figures appeared somewhat hunched in the narrow alley, but they also carried an unspeakable mysterious aura.

Looking at the figure of Soren's departing team, Meluran Pedros frowned slightly and said, “Teacher, it seems we have to move again for a while. Someone has noticed this place.” There was a hint of worry in her tone, and her beautiful face was full of helplessness.

The thin old man laughed, but there was some bitterness and vicissitudes in the laughter. He did not respond to Meluran's words, but walked back to the lighthouse on his own.

Meluran followed behind him and continued, "Teacher, please listen to my advice."

The thin old man stopped and said in a low voice, “If you want to leave, then leave. I am old and don't want to go anywhere.

I just want to wait here to die.” His words were full of despair and stubbornness.

Meluran smiled bitterly helplessly. She knew that the reason why her teacher was unwilling to leave here was because twenty years ago,

the teacher's wife and children led a pirate group away from the Port of Toulouse, saying they would be back in half a year, but that was twenty years ago, and there has been no news since.

The teacher has been waiting for their return, always holding on to that glimmer of hope in his heart, unwilling to leave this place full of memories.

That's right, her master's wife is the leader of a pirate group, and her teacher was once the ship-pressing husband snatched by that female pirate leader.