Ferron is a silk merchant in the Dark Star City Chamber of Commerce. The amount of spider silk cloth he has hoarded is even more than the output of the spider farms around Dark Star City in half a year.
The skyrocketing price of spider silk cloth is the result of the joint efforts of silk merchants in these cities to raise prices.
However, this result also has a side effect, which is also the problem he is facing now, and that is extremely high inventory.
Although the batches of spider silk cloth sold at the peak price had already made him a higher profit than last year, as a businessman, he looked at the long list of spider silk cloth stocks on the inventory list. , still feel extremely pity.
The candlelight fire suddenly swayed, which was the draft caused by the door being opened.
He looked up and saw his servant standing at the door, respectfully.
"Master, there are several people claiming to be from the Imperial City who are looking for you."
"Imperial City? Why do people from the Imperial City come to Dark Star City, one of our nine cities?"
The servant shrugged, tilted his head, and looked a little confused.
"He's dressed like a group of farmers..."
"See you, see you!"
"But they said they had a way to make money... and I wondered if there was no harm in hearing it?"
Seeing the servant standing there muttering, Ferron thought for a moment.
At present, Spider Silk Cloth's business can no longer continue, at least it cannot move in and out as fast as before. He needs another project to circulate funds as soon as possible.
Keeping money in your wallet not only doesn't make money, it also depreciates.
"Let them come."
Not long after, two people walked in, a man and a woman.
The man is tall, has curly black hair, and has brown eyes. He does not look like a native of Dark Star City.
The girl was short and had red hair that Ferron had never seen before. Her dark eyes looked everywhere as soon as she entered the room.
Just when Ferron felt sorry for the girl's lost hands, he was shocked to find that the girl did not have no hands, but that her hands were so black that they could blend into the dim environment.
"Please sit down, I am Ferron Balaang, the owner of Balaang Trading Company."
Feilong held the insect bone pen and glanced at the two of them with an attitude of "I'm busy please wait a moment."
The curly-haired man was okay, at least he wasn't restrained and his behavior was decent enough.
But the girl couldn't. Although she was sitting quietly, her eyes didn't stop in one place and kept looking around.
The curly-haired man didn't say anything, as if he knew that Feron would speak after he was busy, and took out a book from his bag.
This book shocked Ferron. He stared at it carefully and put down the pen after confirming that it was not a fake.
"Sir, I haven't asked for my name yet."
The curly-haired man stuffed the book into his bag casually, stood up and stretched out his hand.
"Schliemann von Ardenne, this is my sister Selu..."
Schliemann had done enough homework before coming to Balahan Trading Company. He prepared three sets of words to persuade the profit-seeking businessman in front of him to buy the formula of the perfume.
As for their identity, it was a fake name at first glance, and it had no effect other than attracting some attention.
Because even if they wanted to pretend to be people from the Imperial City, Mersin didn't have the money to buy them clothes.
But when he saw Ferron holding his own with both hands and showing unusual respect, he decided to wait for the other party to speak first.
"Mr. Schliemann, what was that you were looking at just now?"
Schliemann was stunned for a moment. What he had just read was a vulgar novel - "Embers of Steel" that he bought in a second-hand bookstore in Valance.
"Huh? You mean this?"
Facing the book handed to him, Ferron stretched out his hands to pick it up and turned it over carefully.
He didn't recognize any of the words on it, but he was certain that it was indeed a book made of the same material as the Sun God Cult's scriptures.
Schliemann looked at Ferron's pious look and thought he had met a book friend, but when he thought about it carefully, he suddenly realized.
This is underground. Without sunlight, there would be no plants. Without plants, where would the cellulose come from to make paper?
His ghostly look may not be because of the book, but because of the paper.
Schliemann wanted to understand and decided to do a test. He stretched out his hand, and Ferron obediently placed the book on it.
"Alas...we are from the Imperial City..."
"Uh-huh."
Ferron nodded, extremely pious.
"Do you believe it?"
Ferron looked horrified: "Of course I believe it, Mr. Schliemann... Oh no, Mr. Schliemann, you must be here to understand the public sentiment, right?
He also dressed like us untouchables, so well-intentioned..."
Schliemann glanced at Selu who was confused next to him, grinned and laughed.
"You are not a pariah, but the Pope is always caring about his people!"
Seeing Schliemann's sudden trick, Selu immediately began to cooperate. She folded her hands in front of her, opened her eyes slightly, and had a holy look on her face.
"What you're talking about, what you're talking about is...me, let me take the liberty to ask you, do you have any purpose to convey to me when you come to my small business?"
“We want to use your hand to spread the gospel.”
The corners of Feilong's eyes twitched and he quickly lowered his head.
“If the church needs money, you can just ask and I will give it to you.
Spread the gospel? How can I, Ferronhod, want to be the hand of the church? "
Ferron didn't dare to speak out his complaints. He held it in for a long time and only came out with the second half.
"God naturally has his reasons for choosing you, don't ask why."
Ferron nodded, and as if he thought of something, he hurried to the door and called the servant, asking him to bring the best wine.
"Sir, I don't know this gospel..."
Schliemann nodded slightly, Selu opened her eyes, and she opened her backpack very gently, as if she was holding a sacred object in her bag.
A vial appeared in front of Ferron, and Ferron was shocked again.
This is the bottle used to hold holy water in the temple of the imperial city that governs the faith of the world above the Nine Cities.
He was trembling, and this time he didn't even have the courage to reach out and take it.
"I give you permission to touch this sacred object."
Selu's tone was calm, but she sounded undeniably divine.
Schliemann didn't expect that this girl who once had a crazy obsession with revenge would have such a natural and smooth talent in acting. He didn't know whether to laugh or be shocked, and his facial features were twisted to remain as natural as possible.
After Ferron took the bottle, Selu asked him to open it again in a calm tone.
Ferron did as he was told, the cork was opened, and a fragrance overflowed and filled the room.
In the dark underground world, Ferron had never smelled the fragrance of flowers. He was captured by this refreshing fragrance and took a deep breath.
"Holy water...is this the breath of holy water?"
Schliemann did not answer Ferron. He raised a finger and said, "We teach you how to prepare holy water. How to spread this gospel is your business. Remember, don't tell anyone that this is holy water."
The Pope hopes to spread the gospel quietly. "
