A kind word must be written. Dean referred to the letter sent to him by the Knights and tried his best to package himself as a humble and polite person. After working hard to lay the groundwork for more than half a page, he got to the point and refused. Regarding cross-regional trade now.
Of course, it cannot be written so straightforwardly. Dean's statement is that he will give priority to supplying area 13 for the time being. After the initial development of area 13, he will consider exporting to other areas.
This is indeed his current plan.
However, Dean didn't say anything. After declining, he still left the option to authorize sales to other regions through special sales channels, so that any changes in the future would not conflict with his remarks today.
After reading his reply and making sure there was nothing wrong with it, Dean packed it and put it aside.
In fact, it is best to have an interview for this kind of thing, but since they chose to communicate with him through letters, it means that it is still not convenient to meet in person.
Dean guessed that there was probably a dispute among the group about what attitude they should take toward breeders, a profession that was targeted by Paul III, so they chose to treat it coldly.
It's not that Dean can't understand, but respect is mutual. No one comes to visit him, so naturally he can't take the initiative to visit those people. Anyway, it's not that there are no other ways of communication. There is no need for interviews, and he is happy to be at ease. .
The first letter ended, and Dean was just about to open the second letter when he heard the door open.
Lucy poked her head in and said, "Teacher, a guest is here."
"who?"
Dean subconsciously glanced at the pile of letters at hand, thinking it was someone who lacked concentration, so he couldn't help but run over. Just as he was thinking this, he heard Lucy's introduction.
"She is a young lady who claims to be a 'Spiritual Wine Maker' by profession."
Spiritual wine envoy?
Dean searched his memory and found that there was no such word. He stood up curiously and walked towards the door.
"Are you from District 13?"
Lucy shook her head.
"It doesn't look like..."
With that outfit and personality, if he was really from District 13, she wouldn't have even heard of him.
"I see."
Dean walked outside the door and asked Ronan, the doorman, to do his work. Just as he was about to open the door, he heard a rather familiar voice.
"Eh? Aren't you the fortune teller?"
Leina walked closer, looked at Sandora, and asked curiously: "What are you doing in the breeding house?"
"Is there still a door-to-door divination service?"
Seeing her approaching, Sandora also thought of this guest who performed a divination while drunk, and touched her nose a little guiltily, "It's you."
"You still remember me... huh?"
As if reading something from her guilty conscience, Leina narrowed her eyes warily and asked, "Why are you here?"
Wouldn't it be a competitor?
she thought a little uneasily.
"No, what am I here for? What does it have to do with you?"
Subconsciously waving her hands, Sandora was about to explain, but suddenly came back to her senses.
Isn't this person here to steal the "treasure"?
The two people's thoughts were unified instantly, their vigilance was raised to the highest level, and sparks almost exploded when they looked at each other.
After waiting for a while and not hearing any more useful information, Dean opened the door and looked at the two ladies who turned to look at him as the door opened.
"Are you here to buy a magic pet?"
Because he was familiar with Leinna, he immediately asked the "spiritual wine envoy" who had no idea of his origin.
At that moment, Sandra was really moved, but she quickly remembered her wallet, which was cleaner than her own face, and shook her head decisively.
That's something else.
Dean made a "come in" gesture and let the two of them into the yard.
During the time when he was preparing for the selection of the Origin Guild, the brick workers had completed the construction of Area 13. Although the Knights obviously still wanted to continue to squeeze their labor force, Dean considered that after establishing the Origin Guild, , the value of the little building block workers could be increased a little, but they didn’t agree to let them continue to work.
So these days, the building block worker stayed at home and continued the expansion work of the breeding house.
It was also because of the new space that Dean was able to clear out the yard and use it for normal hospitality work.
He led the two of them to sit down at the stone table in the front yard, and the sensible Lucy immediately brought tea over.
While pouring tea for the guests, Dean asked: "This Miss Seancer..."
Sandora took the initiative to introduce: "My name is Sandora, I am a new professional from other regions."
Dean, who had collected the new information, nodded and motioned for her to continue.
However, after introducing herself, Sandora didn't know what to say. She cleared her throat, and after a moment of silence, she cleared it again.
Just when Lucy was wondering if she needed to find a basin, Sandora finally spoke.
"Ah, this, that...just...don't you want to see me if you have nothing to do?"
Dean almost choked on his tea.
He put down the water glass and looked at Sandora opposite him with a very strange look.
He didn't even know what a spiritual wine envoy was, and he had never met Sandora before. What could he do to her?
Leinna, who almost couldn't hold back her laughter, swore that at that moment, she clearly saw the "Is this woman sick?" look on Dean's face.
Perhaps the confusion on Dean's face was too obvious, and Sandora was also a little unsure. She rolled her eyes guiltily and said in a voice several times softer than the first time: "You... again Think about it carefully?"
Dean followed what she said and began to carefully doubt the possibility of Sandora deliberately causing trouble.
After thinking for a moment, his eyes slowly moved to the right, looking at Crab Erha who was exercising with crab claws not far away.
Sandora felt a chill on the back of her neck. She remembered the divination wine that had just subsided but the effect had not completely dissipated, and she hurriedly comforted Dean.
"Wait...calm down!"
"I always feel like what you think is different from what I told you..."
Her body swayed, blocking Dean's view of Crab Erha. He moved his eyes back and looked at this strange lady again.
"Although I don't know what you are thinking, but believe me, things are really not what you think..."
Sandora organized her words, not knowing how to explain herself for a moment.
its not right.
She thought with a grimace.
The divination clearly shows that it is today.
Sandora scratched her scalp, feeling a little regretful.
She felt as if she had been rash.
She was not sure whether the divination was pointing to the breeding house, so she hurriedly came here. As a result, when she arrived, she didn't know what the clues were. She sat here without asking any questions, and she felt suspicious.
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