822: Chapter 45 Swordsmanship Talent Communicates with God 822: Chapter 45 Swordsmanship Talent Communicates with God “Yisu Grain Association…
not a very famous association.
To be able to procure Golden Firm Nuts is sowhat impressive.
No sign of Peninsula Olives ans the source is from the east.”
Ian pondered that there are just a few large grain-producing areas in The Empire, similar to how only South Ridge has large-scale cultivation of oranges.
If there’s a large volu of oranges being sold throughout The Empire, it would definitely be connected to the major grain rchants in Nauman City.
Like Golden Firm Nuts and Peninsula Olives, each is a specialty from the eastern and northwestern parts of The Empire, respectively, offering insight into a grain association’s background.
Ian’s expression shifted slightly as he glanced over the sample grains in the store and then the warehouse, coming to a realization: “As expected, it’s a deception; there are no Golden Firm Nuts in the warehouse—this is just a prop used to disguise their background.
With the grain disaster in South Ridge, who would have the resources to buy this luxury in such large quantities?
And seeing him get Golden Firm Nuts would not make others imdiately suspect his connections with Fiery Fla Land.”
“Moreover, to have two Sublimators helping in the warehouse?
What a joke; such treatnt might be expected in a large association but where does Yisu Grain Association get such backing!”
So, Ian asked directly: “Sir, do you also sell the nuts here?”
He casually inquired: “How much can I buy, and how are the prices calculated?”
The store owner paused his writing, looked at Ian, and not sensing any mockery, said, “It depends on how much you’re looking to purchase.
If more, there’s a price for more; if less, there’s a price for less.”
Ian heard such rhetoric the last ti around as well.
He could detect the perfunctory tone of the owner, so he intentionally approached the Golden Firm Nuts, touching them, “These Golden Firm Nuts co from Awey Plains or Greenleaf City?
They seem a bit dull and of average quality, not quite like fresh Golden Firm Nuts.”
“Hmm?”
The owner’s mustache twitched as he looked at Ian, sensing that he might be trouble.
He opened his mouth, initially wanting to scold ‘Don’t touch if you’re not buying!’ but seeing Ian’s fair hand, a hand that seed cleaner than his nuts, he paused for a mont before impatiently saying: “Look here, do you want to buy or not?
South Ridge and eastern The Empire aren’t connected by waterways, only by land.
Except for those large associations with cold chain transport, which of these small associations isn’t selling this quality?”
“If you really wanted to buy, such words would seem cowardly.
If you feel it’s not worth it, maybe it’s because your family is too well-off, never having had our commoner’s coarse grains or conducted business before.”
“My shop is small, prices aren’t set high, and the flavor is just as delicious.
Any shop you go to will offer the sa price and not better quality.”
With a hint of sarcasm in his speech—and not overtly contentious in consideration of Ian and Green Tide’s extraordinary appearance and deanor—he said.
“Is that so?” But Ian broke his defense with just one sentence: “I don’t believe it.”
“This custor.”
By now, if the store owner couldn’t see that Ian and Green Tide were there to cause trouble, then he was simply foolish.
Shaking his head, he stood up, “Our small business indeed struggles to sell high-quality goods—I apologize here!”
He bowed slightly, then pointed towards the door, “But look, I’m still conducting business with other grain teams here.
It’s beneath you to waste ti here.
Please, to avoid inconvenience.”
This was essentially an expulsion.
Generally, troublemakers wouldn’t persist after such a display, and if law enforcent were involved, the owner would likely be at a disadvantage.
“You think I’d accept your apology just like that?”
But Ian simply smiled, “I’m actually here to make trouble—for your business, it’s better we don’t transact.”
“Green Tide—”
As the color drained from the owner’s face, Ian intentionally elongated his voice, “Inspect the grain in the carts outside; there are definitely parasite seeds from Fiery Fla Land mixed in.”
“And collect these nuts as well; there are eastern The Empire nobles covering up for espionage actions.
This is a big fish.”
“You?!”
The store owner was dumbfounded, not because of false accusations, but because everything Ian said was true—how did Ian know?!
—And that utterly unreasonable tone, that confident coercion, that disrespectful attitude…
—Inspector Knight?!
Without any hesitation, the shop owner turned and dashed towards the back room, while a confused server and the person in charge of the grain team outside stared blankly.
At the sa ti, he shouted, “The plan has been exposed—”
He intended to say more, to warn his two accomplices.
But he felt an icy chill on his back.
He felt his thinking slowing down.
He felt frost spreading up his spine.
Then…
He lost consciousness.
As a blue sword light cleaved through the frost and snow, heading toward the back of the shop where two startled Sublimators were about to turn and flee—
Ian withdrew his hand that had frozen the shop owner, indifferent to Green Tide’s actions.
With Green Tide’s capabilities, dealing with two spies not yet at First Power Level Peak was practically effortless.
Indeed, that was the case; Ian only heard the sound of a sword clanging three tis, as Green Tide returned with two spies from Fiery Fla Land, pierced through their chests, still alive but barely breathing.
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