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Chapter 511: I Didn’t Steal Them
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

At the same time, at Duke Constantine’s mansion.

There were three official archduke families in the Holy Dragon Kingdom, namely the Campbells, the Saint Laurents, and the Ptolemys. The heads of those three families all had their titles conferred by the King and medals that symbolized their position. Even though Constantine was also called a duke, he was only a quasi-duke. His title was much different compared to the three. There were a few quasi-dukes like him in the royal city.

As a quasi-duke, Constantine had some power in the capital. He mainly engaged in the food trade and gained many customers in the capital. His family’s trade included salt that the ordinary people ate and high-tier magical beast meat for the noblemen. They even provided food for the army.

The head of the family, Constantine Romani, was strolling in the garden, reading a document in his hand.

“Ever since we introduced the sun fruit and moon fruit to make wine, the turnover of the tavern has increased by quite a bit. However, because we don’t have the formula, the wine we develop is not as good as the Holy Dragon Tavern. If we want to buy the formula from the Holy Dragon Tavern, it would be too expensive. Furthermore, the sun fruit and moon fruit can’t be cultivated. If that continues, the catering industry in the capital will be controlled by the Holy Dragon Tavern,” Romani muttered worriedly.

In the past, the Holy Dragon Tavern was the best tavern in the royal city. That was because of the plaque that King Landhar III personally wrote for them. However, that did not mean that no taverns in the royal city could compete with the Holy Dragon Tavern. The situation had changed. Ever since the start of the tournament, the royal city had been filled with sun and moon fruit wine. If a tavern did not have those two types of wine, there would not even be customers.

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However, only the Holy Dragon Tavern had the resources to obtain those two types of fruit. If the other taverns in the kingdom wanted to get those two types of fruits, they would have to buy them from the Holy Dragon Tavern. If they did that, the Holy Dragon Tavern would earn a large number of gold coins. The consequence was that once the Holy Dragon Tavern raised the price of those two types of fruits, the other taverns would have to pinch their noses and endure it even if they did not accept it. In other words, it was equivalent to controlling the entire industry in the capital.

“We won’t have to worry if our family can find a way to produce the sun fruit and the moon fruit.”

The sun fruit and the moon fruit were produced in the Forest of Eternity in the south; they needed more than a thousand years to mature. Furthermore, the Holy Dragon Kingdom’s environment was different from the Forest of Eternity. He had tried to use seeds of two kinds of fruits to cultivate a complete tree, but he had failed. It was hard to imagine how the forces behind the Holy Dragon Tavern had cultivated the fruit.

While Constantine was deep in thought, a servant came to him and said, in a low voice, “Master, the Young Master is back.”

Raising his head, Constantine found that Payge was riding a carriage to the main gate. He had just come from the main entrance and carried a huge box in his hand. He looked exhausted.

“He should be in classes. Why is he back? And what is he holding in his hand? ”

A puzzled expression appeared on his face, followed by a displeased expression on Constantine’s face.

As the family heir, Payge had been suffering from a strange illness since he was young. He had to eat a large amount of food every day, and he was not very interested in the family’s trade. So, Constantine had sent Payge to the Royal Academy. He thought that Payge did not want to inherit the family’s business. At the very least, after graduating from the Royal Academy, he could become a soldier.

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