After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 970

Chapter 970: Deal with the Jacoba Noble

Anyway, as depressed as they were to lose the precious thing, they suddenly found out that there was still some stock hidden and taken by the Lord! The nobles who got a taste naturally wanted to buy the rest of them.

But… the Lord sold it for a really high amount! There was even a bidding! Sadly, he was not as rich as the other nobles so he lost.

Now, he must ration what he had, but he couldn’t bear to stop! What if it spoiled? What if some clumsy slave broke the bottle? Wouldn’t he die of regret then?

This was the self-righteous thought ongoing in Urkin’s mind when his personal maids informed him that the meat-buying slave had finally returned… and there was no meat on hand.

“WHAT!?” He yelled, slapping the armrest of his wooden chair. “Get him in here right now!!”

The maid looked reluctant but continued to speak before heading out. “He also bought someone with him,” she said. “The visitor says he… has more sauce.”

“…huh?”

Urkin flinched and looked at her, thinking. Could it be a scammer? It happened often in their circle. Whenever a popular product appeared, there would be cheap knockoffs appearing in the market. A lot of foolish nobles ended up buying them at a high cost!

Urkin had always been proud of himself for not being one of those people!

Considering the Lord himself claimed that he had all the stocks, then this must be a scam!

He should just get the guards to beat them up right now!! He would also sell that damned slave!

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Still, after a couple of minutes, Gill and Ghesso were led to the main living area, with the aforementioned noble looking at them with suspicion and curiosity.

“Who is this?” he asked Ghesso, trying to appear neutral.

Despite everything, Urkin wanted to hear them out in the end.

Anyway, it was easy to determine if it was fake. He had a good sense of taste and the taste and sensation of those products couldn’t be faked—at least not so quickly.

For one, he had no idea what to make of the sauces and he had no idea what the raw materials could be. However, he was confident that everyone else should be the same.

“My name is Gill, I have been traveling for a while and heard you are in need of something,” Gill said. He was also observing the man at the same time.

According to Ghesso, Urkin was actually a restaurant owner—one of the more successful ones in the Town. The term ‘Noble’ was relatively arbitrary in this world, except for the Lords. Next to the lords, those considered nobles were those who served the Lords closely, though it usually applied to Towns and above.

Nobles could also refer to very rich people. Basically, anyone who could live lavishly could be called a noble, unlike in ancient Terran where bloodline was a major factor, with exemption to those who had been ‘knighted’.

This had a lot to do with this place’s focus on strength. Living well and lavishly was, in a sense, also considered ‘strength’, regardless of how it was gained.

Ironically, they still had some unnecessary expectations towards women, even if they were capable—for instance, Olga and Cassandra.

“I’ve come to have a deal with you,” he said. “I came here to buy Ghesso.”

Urkin crossed his arms, looking at him weirdly. “Why do you want him?”

“One of my slaves is probably his relative. I found them very hard working.”

“I also like him. He won’t come cheap.”

Gill naturally did not expect this to be straightforward at all. Despite his lacking EQ and tact, he did know how to do professional interactions due to his field.

“Will this do?” he asked, taking out a bottle of soy sauce and another bottle of hoisin sauce. In terms of value, if he sold them for tens times of its cost, then it’d be more than enough to pay for Ghesso’s slave contract.

This was the perfect opportunity to spike the prices. He heard the nobles even held auctions for this.

Urkin stared at the familiar containers, gulping. However, he did not dare assume, so he shakily took the bottles to check on them.

“You can test it if you want,” Gill said. Seeing him so confident, Urkin couldn’t help but feel relieved. Anyway, he did pour a bit on his pinky finger to taste and his eyes widened, looking at Gill in awe.

“This… it’s really it,” he said, squeaking. His eyes sparkled as he looked at Gill. “If you have more, I’d buy them at twice Miss Cassandra’s costs!”

Gill nodded and took out two small jars with salt and sugar from his space.

Urkin also tasted them and was amazed. As someone in the restaurant industry, he naturally knew a lot more about ingredients than others. “Such high-quality sugar and salt!”

“Did this come from the same place as Miss Cassandra?”

“Yes.”

“Can you tell me more?”

If he could get a deal, then his restaurant would definitely reach a new height!

Gill hesitated, but shook his head for now. He didn’t know what would happen here, and he didn’t want to drop Alterra’s name just yet. “For now, we cannot supply Jacoba with too much,” he said. “I’ll go back and propose to send a caravan.”

Urkin frowned. Traveling around would take a while. How could he wait for so long? To be honest, adding these seasonings had already changed his palette. It’d take a while for him to readjust his tastebuds!

He did not want to!

“I can go there! I can send my own caravans! I am willing to buy at a high price!”

Gill sighed. “I can only tell you that we are also associated with Bleuelle City—if you investigate, you will know that many nobles had these things,” he said. “It will be up to the higher-ups to decide what to do about this.”

At the mention of a famous city, Urkin’s pushing immediately calmed. “Ah, I see, I see! That makes sense,” he said, already thinking of sending people there to get more information.

Seeing as this discussion could not go further as he liked, he could only dismiss the man, though naturally with some goodwill. He asked the maid to get some gold to give.

“You can have Ghesso, this is a bonus,” he said. “If you have more, come to me first.”

Gill nodded, taking the bag, along with the dazed Novan. “Deal.”