Leech was revising the blueprints for the distillery's location.
The timing was perfect. The wheat harvest was in the next couple of days, so he could set aside some of the grain for brewing. Whether sold within the territory or to traveling merchant caravans, the product's value would be quite high.
That was to say nothing of high-proof spirits, which were unheard of on the Lu Leiyi Continent.
The price would be no lower than that of "Sweet Gold" honey!
There was an urgent knock on the study door.
At the same time, a voice called from outside, "My Lord! It's Gelan."
"Come in," Leech said.
"My Lord, you gave him ten Jinri?" Gelan pushed the door open, his forehead beaded with sweat, not even bothering with etiquette.
Leech looked at Gelan and gave a calm nod. "That's right."
"But... but he's just a con man! How could you...?" Gelan stammered, his face filled with guilt, at a complete loss.
