As the oldest country in the other world, the Eastern Empire's national strength ranks first in the world.
The country's belief is "strength is everything."
The full name of the empire is: Nasca Namrium Ulmeria United Eastern Empire.
Established by the Emperor, Rudra Nam Ul Nasca.
The nation's power is so immense that almost all Demon Lords dare not contend with it; some have even been defeated or dominated (the Curse Lord Kazaream and the combat power measurement unit Clayman).
Besides the three major battle groups under Rudra (who have tanks), there is also a secret unit.
The Imperial Emperor's Royal Guard Knights.
Although there are only a hundred or so, every person in the top ten sequence is a Saint, possessing the strength of an Awakened Demon Lord.
Coupled with the Four Imperial Knights who transcend Awakened Demon Lords.
At this moment, Nazarick is simply not enough in the eyes of the Eastern Empire.
It's hard to say what will happen later.
This time, Draco is only going to the border to trade some supplies and will not provoke any disputes.
Thinking of this, Draco prepared to set off.
Coincidentally, Albedo walked over at this time carrying a cup of coffee.
"Albedo, you've come at the right time."
"I'm going out for a couple of days; Nazarick will be left in your care for the time being."
"By yourself?" Albedo said hurriedly.
"Yes, this operation needs to be secretive; having too many people is inconvenient."
"How can that be! It's too dangerous for you to be alone."
Draco waved his hand. "Don't worry, I'm not going there to fight. It'll be fine."
"But..."
Albedo hesitated, her words trailing off.
"Be obedient!" Draco said sternly.
"Alright."
Albedo nodded; she knew she couldn't stop Draco.
In that case, she could only follow the arrangements.
"Without further ado, I'm setting off now."
After Draco finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot... still in a white magic robe, holding a wand in his hand, and a long sword tucked into his waist.
Beneath Draco was an ordinary black grassland horse, and man and horse walked low-profile across the plains.
For this trade in the Eastern Empire, he had quite a few good things on him.
The most valuable item was a legendary-grade staff he had snatched from Razen after killing him.
This old man possessed strength even greater than the Pig-Headed Emperor.
His teacher was also the Chief Archmage of the Eastern Empire, though he is currently missing.
This was also the reason why Draco had been so cautious back then.
And as one of the top experts in the human world, the equipment and items on him were all good stuff.
Anyway, when Draco left, Razen was stripped bare; everything except his underwear had been taken.
There were quite a few pieces of equipment, potions, and items in his backpack; an ordinary chamber of commerce wouldn't be able to accept these things.
Draco thought about the issue of how to trade as he traveled.
The black horse beneath him was very fast.
Draco applied 'Haste Magic', 'Fleetfoot', 'Agility Boost', 'Rapid March', 'Endurance'... With the stacking of numerous buffs, the black horse reached the peak of its life.
It took only half a day for Draco to cross the plains.
A simple village appeared before his eyes.
The village wasn't large, but the buildings were very tidy.
A fence surrounded the village, and farmers were busy plowing the fields.
Draco's eyes lit up. "There's actually wheat here."
In a nearby field, a large number of wheat seedlings were growing, appearing as if they had just been sown recently.
If he could bring back the seedlings, Nazarick's food problem could be completely solved.
"Excuse me, who are you looking for?"
Just as Draco walked into the village leading his horse, he was stopped by a burly man.
"Uncle, I'm just passing through, but I saw that you grow wheat, so I came over to take a look."
"Heh, what's there to see about wheat? It's not like it's some rare thing."
The man waved his hand and turned back to continue his work.
"Then can I buy some seeds from you?"
"Not selling," the man replied bluntly.
"Why? Didn't you say it's a common thing?"
Draco was stunned.
"Don't misunderstand, young brother. It's not that we won't sell, but that we don't have any."
"Only the lord has these seeds; every household has a quota. The village chief called it some kind of Farmer's Cultivation Act or something."
"It's to prevent big landlords from appearing, or so they say. We don't really understand it; we just plant whatever amount we're given."
"If you want to buy some, young brother, you can go to the city and ask around."
"Alright, thank you then, Uncle."
Draco cupped his hands in a salute and turned to leave.
To be honest, Draco was somewhat shocked.
This management style was exactly the same as the one from the real world.
The Eastern Empire had over a thousand Otherworlder Summoners; it was perfectly normal for one or two of them to have studied modern management.
However, Rudra had actually implemented it.
Draco continued toward the city.
He encountered several other villages along the way, and the situation was the same in all of them.
No wonder the Eastern Empire was growing stronger and stronger, unlike the Western Nations, which still used obsolete management methods.
By evening, Draco arrived at the city gates.
He had wasted some time visiting a few villages along the way, but he had also gathered a lot of information.
This was the territory of a count named Jess Andrew.
This city was the first hub for trade between the Eastern Empire and the West.
The city was named Andrew. Due to its excellent geographical location, there were numerous chambers of commerce within the city.
At this time, there were many merchants queuing at the city gates, looking travel-worn as if they had come from very far away.
Draco also joined the queue to enter the city.
He looked at a vendor ahead of him, though she looked more like a fallen noble lady than a merchant.
She had delicate features and a curvaceous figure, with wheat-colored skin likely from years of traveling.
A typical merchant's fake smile played on her face, and she wore a light blue dress.
At the moment, the young woman was arguing with the guards at the city gate.
"Are you kidding me? The entry fee for other caravans is only 10 silver coins. Why do I have to pay 1 gold coin?"
"Heh, a mere merchant dares to haggle with the City Defense Force."
The guard gave a disdainful sneer.
Then, looking at the girl's enchanting figure, he couldn't help but gulp.
"If you don't want to pay, that's fine too, but... you'll have to join us for a few drinks tonight. How about it?"
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