Inside the Lord's Mansion.
"Your Excellency the Lord, the goods we brought this time include fifty chainmails and one hundred fine iron longswords. Each chainmail costs one gold coin, and each longsword costs fifty silver coins. If you buy all of them, I'll give you a round figure, one hundred gold coins, how about it? These are all excellent armor and weapons produced in Dwarf territory, of superior quality, definitely not ordinary goods. When the winter beast tide comes, you should be able to use these weapons and equipment."
Farahsiya's lips curved slightly, forming a confident and somewhat proud arc, her gaze fixed on Link.
As an imperial princess, she naturally possessed an innate arrogance.
In her eyes, Link was merely a hereditary Earl, and one who was secluded in this remote, impoverished place.
And she also knew that even if a noble was down on their luck, they would still have some savings.
Link's gaze lingered on Farahsiya for a moment; compared to the goods she brought, he was more interested in Farahsiya herself at this moment.
Having played the game and knowing the game's plot, Link naturally recognized Farahsiya's identity at a glance—the Grand Princess of the Human Kingdom!
In the game's plot, she not only possessed a strong and large merchant caravan as a solid economic backing but was also one of the many confidantes of the Hero, a member of his harem.
In the Hero's future journey, Farahsiya, relying on the caravan's immense financial resources, continuously provided the Hero with various high-grade equipment, advanced weapons, and various rare and precious materials, becoming an indispensable aid in the Hero's growth path.
It could be said that without the economic support provided by Farahsiya, the Hero would never have risen so quickly in a short time to become a renowned powerful figure.
Thinking of this, Link nodded slightly and said calmly: "One hundred gold coins? Deal, I'll buy all these goods. However, I also happen to have a few things I'd like to ask Her Royal Highness the Princess to take a look at and help appraise."
"You… you actually know me?"
Farahsiya was slightly startled, a hint of surprise flashing in her beautiful eyes.
She was genuinely surprised that Link could directly state her identity.
In her memory, she seemed to have never crossed paths with Link, nor had she ever met him.
Yet at this moment, Link so confidently and directly called out her name, as if they were old acquaintances.
Link did not offer much explanation, only a slight upward curve of his lips, revealing a faint, shallow smile.
Then, he calmly turned his head to look at Della, the maid beside him, and softly instructed: "Della, go to Hanna's workshop and fetch some high-proof alcohol and soap products. Oh, and also call Fiora over."
Soon, Della arrived gracefully with several maids, holding various bottles and jars.
Accompanying them was the Elf Race Fiora, whom Link had only recently manifested.
Farahsiya's beautiful eyes widened in astonishment when she saw Fiora's distinctive pointed ears.
She had been away for over two years, and during that time, she had not been without the thought of exploring the mysterious Elf Race Kingdom, but it had always ended in failure, without even a trace of the Elf Race being seen.
And now, a real Elf Race was standing alive before her eyes!
"Your Royal Highness, as you can see with your own eyes, this is Fiora, and she is indeed of the Elf Race. Coincidentally, my Winterfell City just concluded a few transactions with the mysterious Elf Race a few days ago, and we will be able to conduct trade with the Elf Race in the future. What I am presenting to you today are rare specialties from the Elf Race."
Link spoke casually, making things up, then took the bottles and jars from Della and the others, uncovering them one by one in front of Farahsiya.
The first to be presented was the high-proof alcohol.
The wine, purified and carefully blended, had a clear and bright color, like a clear spring, glowing with a soft luster under the light.
As soon as the lid was opened, a rich and mellow aroma wafted out. Farahsiya was drawn by this aroma and subconsciously leaned in to sniff it.
Having operated in the business world for over two years, Farahsiya had a good understanding of various alcoholic beverages.
Among them, the strong liquor brewed by the Dwarves was the most famous; in noble circles, a jar of such strong liquor could sell for twenty gold coins.
And the jar of wine presented before her now, just its aroma alone, was in no way inferior to the Dwarves' strong liquor.
Link took a small cup, poured a little wine into it, and handed it to Farahsiya, saying: "Your Royal Highness, please have a taste. This is wine brewed by the Elf Race. Compare it, how does it taste compared to the Dwarves' strong liquor?"
Farahsiya was not shy; she gracefully took the wine glass and took a small sip.
With that sip, the taste was completely different from what she expected.
This wine did not have the spicy, throat-burning sensation of the Dwarves' strong liquor; instead, a fresh, fruity fragrance spread in her mouth.
Indeed, if it were simply high-proof alcohol extracted from ale, the taste would inevitably be monotonous.
Therefore, Link had Hanna add some special ingredients—fruits—when brewing the wine.