Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Just as Soren was lost in thought, a steady and deep voice, like a morning bell and evening drum, echoed, awakening him from his reverie. He looked up and saw Grand Duke Robert walking towards him with steady steps.

Soren quickly composed himself and respectfully greeted the esteemed elder: "Greetings, Grand Duke Chancellor." His tone was filled with deep respect, after all, this old man had once been the pillar of the empire, his existence like a stabilizing needle, maintaining a rare peace in the court and harem.

After his passing, it seemed to have opened some forbidden door, allowing various forces to begin to stir.

Empress Nina and others no longer restrained themselves as they had before, and began to show their sharpness.

Grand Duke Robert gently waved his hand, his face filled with a kind smile, as warm and comforting as a spring breeze. He joked, "Your Highness Soren, I have high hopes for you in this melon-growing competition."

Although Soren was full of confidence, he maintained a humble demeanor on his face, quickly responding, "Grand Duke, you flatter me. Soren is only doing his best, hoping to contribute his part to the empire's agriculture."

Grand Duke Robert nodded with satisfaction after hearing this, his eyes flashing with admiration.

The two chatted for a few more words, and Grand Duke Robert turned and left, continuing to deal with the mountainous pile of national affairs.

Soren watched the Grand Duke's figure gradually disappear, a strange sense of doubt rising in his heart. He inadvertently discovered that a mage was secretly delivering something to Samael, and Samael also extremely discreetly put the thing away, afraid of being discovered.

This scene filled Soren's heart with an ominous premonition, as if some conspiracy was brewing in the dark.

Samael and Nicholas sat side by side in the carriage heading towards the manor, the scenery outside the window picturesque, the green and sunshine along the way interwoven into a vivid painting.

Samael took out a bottle of crystal clear magic potion from his package, which he had specially customized from the court mage tower to increase crop production.

A hint of curiosity flashed in Nicholas's eyes as he leaned in to examine the potion closely: "What's this novelty? It makes you so confident."

Samael's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a hint of smugness: "This is the yield-boosting potion that can double the yield of agricultural products. But remember, everything comes at a price, it will cause the land to lose its fertility in a short period of time."

Nicholas frowned slightly upon hearing this, falling into contemplation. He knew very well that although the immediate benefits were tempting, relying too much on this kind of magic potion was not a wise move in the long run. The development of the manor ultimately needed to be built on the health and sustainability of the land.

He eagerly asked, "Regarding the planting plan, do you have any more in-depth plans? We need more than just immediate victory."

Samael shook his head gently, a hint of helplessness on his face: "To tell you the truth, besides continuing to reclaim farmland and expand the planting area, I really can't think of any other immediate solutions."

Nicholas was disappointed when he heard this. He had originally expected Samael to come up with more unique insights, but now it seemed that he only valued immediate benefits.

Just as Nicholas was about to lose patience, Samael revealed a sly smile: "Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet. In fact, in addition to the yield-boosting potion, I have also prepared a yield-reducing potion."

"A yield-reducing potion?" Nicholas asked疑惑.

Samael nodded, his eyes flashing with the light of wisdom: "Although this potion will temporarily reduce production, it can destroy the fertility of the land, making the Wink Royal Manor's land barren. That way, even if they win the competition, they will not be able to maintain the long-term prosperity of the manor, thus cutting off Soren's source of funds."

Hearing this, a satisfied smile finally appeared on Nicholas's face. He understood Samael's intention, the yield-reducing potion, although seemingly negative, could become the key to turning the tide in their hands.

The two smiled at each other, both having a clearer plan in their hearts.

This melon-growing competition will become even more exciting because of their collaboration.

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Leaving the magnificent halls of the palace, Soren's carriage sped through the hustle and bustle of the imperial capital. The scenery outside the car window changed rapidly, but his heart was already filled with the grand scene that was about to come. Today was the day that the Harron family's refined salt was officially sold.

This was not only a commercial feast, but also a carefully planned era-defining innovation by the Harron family. Soren knew very well that once this innovation succeeded, the Harron family's position and strength would rise to a new level.

The carriage passed through the bustling streets and finally arrived in front of the salt shop. The shop in front of him had a completely new look, the signboard hanging on the lintel was shining brightly, the shop was brightly lit, and the voices were loud, a busy and vibrant scene.

And the most eye-catching thing was the striking slogan: "One gram of refined salt, only one silver coin; buy five hundred grams in one go, only twenty-five gold coins!"

This was like a dazzling gem, attracting the attention of countless nobles and wealthy merchants. They stopped to watch and discuss, as if swept up in the wave of refined salt.

"It's unbelievable that the Harron family can lower the price of refined salt so much, it's simply a commercial miracle!" A noble exclaimed.

"One gram of refined salt only costs one silver coin, and five hundred grams is directly halved, such a discount!"

"I heard that they have mastered the secret art of large-scale refining of refined salt, and their craftsmanship seems to be even better than the Krolodo family's!" Another wealthy merchant exclaimed.

"The Harron family is worthy of being an old magical family, this innovation will surely lead the trend, which is amazing." From the crowd of onlookers, there were constant exclamations like this.

This refined salt shop is located in the most prosperous noble district in the northern district - the Tulip Street district, which is the most dazzling commercial pearl of the imperial capital. The monthly rent of the shop is as high as fifteen hundred gold coins, which is enough to witness its status and strength.

The people who can stroll in the Tulip Street district are all nobles or their relatives with noble status. They watched with curiosity, surprise, or admiration, as if swept up in the wave of refined salt, witnessing this great moment of the Harron family together.

A certain noble young master suddenly narrowed his eyes, as if he had noticed some business opportunity, he bought five hundred grams of refined salt without hesitation. He turned and handed the refined salt to the fourth-order high-level mage beside him, ordering him to conduct a detailed magical test.

The mage took the refined salt and inspected it meticulously. After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth: "Young master, these refined salts are extremely pure, contain no impurities or harmful toxins, and the quality can be called top-notch."

The noble young master's eyes suddenly radiated excitement after hearing this. He knew very well that such a low price of refined salt, and with superior quality, could definitely make him a lot of money even if it was resold elsewhere.