Plant Lord, I farm and rule all races.

Continental magic is prevalent, but productivity has not risen so far.

Although some court cooks, the chefs of the large restaurants would use the salt bricks crushed and eaten.

But that's not healthy after all.

Many post-80s generations should have seen it.

When I was a child in the countryside, people ate the big salt particles, especially the ones that were fed to pigs.

That's actually very unhealthy.

It's no different from the salt bricks of ancient times.

The social productivity of this magical continent must be compared to, it should be around the Middle Ages, or even higher.

The appearance of refined salt shocked Daddy Mogg at once.

Lancelot is waiting for the price to be sold.

Daddy Mogg pondered for a moment.

"If you sell it to nobles and big merchants, change it to a beautiful package, such as a glass bottle, or a fine sandalwood box, and three hundred, no, five hundred gold coins can be sold. "

"But the merchants are shrewd. "

"If the amount of our local specialty is sufficient, we will not lose money by selling a small bag of blood for two hundred to three hundred gold coins. "

Lancelot looked at this handsome uncle with a smile and couldn't help but say, "You are always an expert, black enough." "

Daddy Mogg laughed: "Good things are worth this money, as long as we cover the formula to death, you will continue to provide energy." "

"Dad, I may be able to become the richest little old man in the whole continent. "

"Then look at this again, you look at it. "

Daddy Mogg looked at the pink thing in his hand, the shape was beautiful, and it exuded a faint rosemary.

"This is?".

"Soap. "

"Being able to clean stains, wash the body, wash your face and hands, wash your clothes, the stain removal effect is very good. "

Daddy Mogg slapped his thigh fiercely: "Yard, it, this thing is sold to the nobles and those old ladies, eldest lady, Lao Tzu sells for a thousand gold coins less!".

"Is energy producing?".

"You want as much as you want. "

"Where's the salt?".

"I still have more than 5,000 catties here, but if you can purchase coarse salt in large quantities, then the energy supply will be continuous. "

Father Mogg smiled, "In this way, the entire guild is at your disposal." "

Speaking of which, there are quite a few guilds in Ulaanbaatar Province.

The Mogg Guild is small, but there are about 1,500 people.

Lancelot had learned about the personnel structure of Papa Morg's Guild.

Although there are quite a lot of people to look at.

However, there are not many masters.

Father Mogg is a seventh-order martial artist, not up or down, but in Ulaanbaatos Province, absolutely no one dares to mess with him.

It can also be regarded as the top battle sequence among the warriors.

A

seventh-order martial artist to an eighth-order martial artist ascends to the sky, and an eighth-order to a ninth-order martial artist is a lifelong matter, and there may not be that possibility in this life.

As for the mage.

There are four of the most powerful mages in the Mog Guild, all of whom are sixth-order, gold-level adventurers, and they are definitely at the level of the master.

There are more than a dozen of them in the fifth order.

Twenty or so of the fourth order.

For the rest, it's really not worth mentioning.

But this, in any small kingdom, is a very explosive existence.

Fourth-order mages can be mixed up as a big officer in the army.

The remaining population of Valan Town is only about 30 households, less than 100 people.

The Timbercollar is already a barren land.

Interior of Morgan Woods.

Papa Morgan's tribal residency is almost complete.

"When are you going to start?".

Lancelot smiled, "At any time, but these things need to be prepared for a while." "

Lancelot handed Papa Mogg a blueprint and a bunch of recipes.

"Whoever comes will have to be bled out. "

"Daddy, follow me and ask the dwarven craftsmen and alchemists to separate and craft these things. "

"As for these recipes, make them according to what I give you, and you will make a lot of money. "

"The blueprint of this large bathhouse is a new building. "

"Type it out according to the drawings, but you have to get the drains and boiler room in order. "

"Rest assured!".

Daddy Mogg couldn't stop laughing, "You don't have to worry about this, but what about the workshop?"

Lancelot's gaze suddenly became fierce: "We need slaves, mobilize your connections, let a large number of slave traders come and walk our trade routes, I need to buy magicians, dwarves." "

"Craftsmen, gardeners, cooks, tailors, I want them all. "

Father Mogg nodded: "Okay, old man will do it." "

He sighed in his heart, this kid can't let go of revenge.

Turning his head to look at the two wind demon wolves, Daddy's heart was so hot.

Looking at Avril, the queen of ancient trees, is like looking at a baby.

He smiled and said, "Avril, hello, I'm Lancelot's cheap daddy, my stinky boy didn't bully you, bullied you and told your daddy." "

"Watch me fix him for you!".

Avril smiled, she had been taught to 'sing' by Mariano all this time, and she had gradually let go and could sing.

In addition, I also learned a lot of ways to communicate on the road.

"Father-in-law. "

"Oops, hey, ......

".

Daddy Mogg was overjoyed by this father-in-law's call.

In the past, he

patted Avril on the shoulder: "Good baby, good baby, dare to bully you and tell your father-in-law, I picked his skin!".

How could Mariano endure it?

She immediately grabbed Daddy Mogg's arm: "Old man, my dear is good to us, never bully." "

"Good, good. "

Daddy Mogg couldn't close his mouth: "Are you hungry or not, Lancelot, this stinky boy can be special, the dumplings he makes, our guild eats them every day, and my father-in-law makes dumplings for you." "

Mariano smiled, "Old man, I'll help you!".

Father Mogg felt as if his life was complete, and his cheap son directly got two daughters-in-law.

She has no prejudice against orcs, and besides, Avril is a ninth-order boss.

"Hehehe, let's go, Avril will come over too, and Daddy will make dumplings for you. "

Avril nodded: "It's hard work, father-in-law." "

After thinking about it, he said, "I'll help you too." "