Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start

Chapter 581 401: Please Tell Lord Richard I Have Information About The Crimson Moon [3/4]

However, for the sandworm that pulled the 200-ton boat, it was already considered fast.

At this speed, they could travel thousands of kilometers a day. They could reach Solan City in five days at most, even if they rested for a while.

This speed would make the Aborigines drool with envy for transporting such a large amount of goods.

The two mummy heroes led the flying troops to guard the sandworms tightly. At the same time, they spread out a portion of the troop, and the alert range could reach dozens of kilometers.

Richard watched the first shipment of goods disappear before his eyes after he escorted the troop through the sandstorm to the east. His mood was sparingly strange.

The long-planned industrial development was finally on the right track.

Soon, this scene would become the norm.

This caravan that headed Solan City would continue to earn resources for him.

Butler Karu, who had yet to leave, hesitantly spoke when Richard returned to Twilight City.

"My Lord, why don't we sell the Black Sorbet to the other grace mainland overlords?"

Butler Karu and the other high-ranking officials knew that the grace mainland overlords could trade with each other.

Even most natives knew this–the players were not tight-lipped people.

As a result, many large factions had specially recruited a group of players to help them purchase their scarce treasures after they discovered this.

Some far-sighted forces had even started to use players to start a business in the [Trading Market].

That also led to the prices of many goods being consistent with that of the indigenous cities.

No one was an idiot. Especially those forces that had existed for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years.

That also caused advantages to the players where natives initially had to reduce them under various tactics. That was an inevitable trend.

That was why the natives were lukewarm towards the players. The players were just a plate of meat before they grew up. There was nothing to worry about.

Richard glanced at the other party and said slowly.

"I've already tried."

Karu pondered.

"Grace mainland overlords do not approve Black Sorbet?"

Richard did not comment.

The Black Sorbet was not very famous. He sold a hundred on the market a week ago, but they hadn't sold out yet.

The players were very busy. Most were interested in weapons and equipment. There were simply too many food items as the territory developed.

One waited millions of pages to flip.

The Black Sorbet's attributes were not remarkable, so a few players paid attention.

"Now, it's not the channels that limit the Black Sorbet, but the production. Once the production goes up, I'll think of a way to open the grace mainland overlords' market."

With his reputation among the players, it was easy to advertise. The Black Sorbet was also very attractive to people in the hot environment.

But now there was no need for it since they could not increase production. It was better to use it to make the Violet Merchantile Association Chamber of Commerce famous.

That has deeply moved Karu.

"We still have to speed up the production. The supply of frost grass will be severely limited if we only rely on the wild collection."

The frost grass was everywhere, although the underground world was very vast.

However, it took time to find and transport them. Moreover, most were scattered here and there. It also took time to harvest them.

Various reasons severely limited the production of Black Sorbet Ice Cream.

Richard frowned.

He directly gave a death order.

"Speed up the location of the frost grass planting area. I need results within half a month, no, a week.

"We can get Fortress City to cooperate in developing a mechanical puppet that can grow and harvest frost grass."

He had high expectations for the Black Sorbet Ice Cream.

The product was suitable for large-scale promotion and production. But the profit was slim.

Moreover, he did not have to worry about selling them.

Although his central market was Solan City, the cities in the outermost area of the desert of death were his target customers.

Several players waited for some to tap the vast player market as long as they kept production up.

However, all of this required a good foundation.

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November 25th.

In the afternoon, the sun still hung above the horizon.

Vale was in the desert a few kilometers west of Solan City. Anticipation engulfed his eyes as he gazed into the depths of the desert.

The merchant group was about to arrive.

The little princess of Solan City, Christy, wore a pure white aristocratic dress and muttered unhappily.

"Lord Richard is so annoying. It took him so long to deliver the Black Sorbet.

"Last week, I asked the Solan Chamber of Commerce to make space for the Black Sorbet.

"When I see him later, I must make him decently compensate me!

"I don't know where he got this little thing. It's quite cool to eat... And it's so cheap."

She said with a scant pride.

"I won't agree if the gift isn't good."

Vale looked at the little princess of Solan City, who seemed to have not grown up yet, with amusement.

"Your Highness, Lord Richard might not come this time…"

Christy glared at her.

"He dares! Hmph! I helped him take care of the Violet Merchantile Association Chamber of Commerce. How dare he not come!"

As she spoke, it was like a heartless person disappointed her and stared ahead angrily.

At this moment, the pegasus knight in the sky suddenly signaled unfamiliar force approached.

"He's here!"

When the two received the signal, they immediately perked up.