Chris was also very happy. He could buy a magic plant seed for five coppers, which was indeed a huge profit.
"What kind of magical plant is this?"
Linda shook her head and said: "It's not clear yet. The seeds of many plants look like this. We have to wait until they are cultivated to tell the specific situation."
"Okay, then I'll leave this to you." Chris handed over the seeds.
"Put it on me." Linda collected the seeds and put them in the purse she carried with her. "Maybe it is a magical plant with powerful combat capabilities like my Death Mouth Flower."
Chris smiled and said: "I hope so."
"Chris, why are you here?"
While the two were talking, they heard a magnetic voice coming from behind.
Chris turned around and looked around, only to see a young man in his mid-twenties standing behind him. He looked 80-90% similar to himself, holding a pot of flowers in his right hand.
Brent Jordon, Chris's brother, the eldest son of the Jordon family, and the future heir to the Viscount.
"Brother, I'm here to buy some fruit trees and prepare to cultivate an orchard in the territory."
The relationship between the two brothers was quite good. Brent came over and put his arms around Chris's neck and said with a smile: "We haven't seen each other for more than a month. Come on, I will take you home. Grandma will definitely see you."
Very happy."
"Okay." Chris agreed softly. There was an intermediate blacksmith in the family, so he happened to go over and ask him to make a dragon tooth sword for him.
Linda stood there stupidly, not knowing whether she should follow her or return to the ice cream shop at this moment.
Chris put his hand on his back and waved.
Linda smiled brightly and ran over quickly, following behind the two of them.
The Viscount Mansion of the Jordan family is not far from here, and it only took about ten minutes to arrive.
Pass through the majestic gate, walk through the long street, and arrive at a small courtyard on the side.
"Grandma, do you see who I brought back?" Brent shouted into the room.
Sitting on a bench in the room was an old woman in her seventies. She had wrinkled skin, gray hair, and a kind smile on her face.
Mrs. Wheatley.
"Grandma!" Chris greeted with a smile.
"Oh, my little Chris is back, come here and let grandma take a look." Mrs. Wheatley stood up with the support of the two maids on the left and right, and held Chris's hand tightly, "I haven't seen you for a month.
You are much stronger than before. It seems that you are living well in the territory."
"Yes." Chris responded with a smile.
At this time, Mrs. Wheatley noticed Linda behind her and asked: "Is this the Baroness you are looking for?"
"No, no, no." Linda waved her hands repeatedly, her face red, "We are just friends."
"This is Linda, a second-level magician, currently working in my territory." Chris introduced the two of them, "This is my grandmother, Mrs. Vitelli."
"Hello, Mrs. Wheatley!" Linda bowed slightly and saluted.
"Hello, hello." Mrs. Wheatley smiled broadly, "What a beautiful girl."
"Thank you, madam, for the compliment." Linda smiled sweetly, "Thanks to Chris's care, I have been living in Hope Town and working for him during this period."
"Oh, Chris is so lucky to have recruited such an excellent magician like you." Mrs. Wheatley grabbed Linda's hand.
Chris explained: "Grandma, I used the precious longan stone to hire her to work for me."
"Grandma, thank you. I'm only a second-level magician..." Linda followed Chris's words and said it smoothly. When she reacted, her face was red to the roots of her ears.
"Okay, okay!" Mrs. Wheatley was smiling broadly, her eyes glancing back and forth between Chris and Linda.
Linda hung her head in shame.
"Who do I think it is? It turns out that our Lord Baron is back." At this time, a strange voice came from outside the house.
Chris frowned involuntarily.
A young man of twenty-three or fourteen years old walked in outside. He was wearing a luxurious lavender robe. He was about 1.8 meters tall, but he was very thin. He looked like a bamboo pole, with a pointed chin and almost eyes.
Narrowed into a slit.
The young man was holding five paper bowls tied up in his hands, which looked familiar.
My second uncle’s cousin——Plato Jordon.
Chris's father was the eldest son of the previous generation, so he naturally inherited the title of Viscount, while his second uncle was assigned the position of Baron.
With the strength of the Jotun family, they can only enfeoff two barons.
If Plato wanted to become a noble, he could only inherit the title of baron after his second uncle died.
And Chris was made a baron after his coming-of-age ceremony at the age of sixteen. In addition, his predecessor was an ordinary person with no fighting spirit, so he was very discriminated against by Plato.
"Grandma, this is the recently popular snowflake cake in Mott City. It's delicious. Try it quickly." Plato placed five bowls of snowflake cake on the table. "It's two silver coins a bowl. It's not like some baron in the countryside."
If you can afford it, I happened to buy a lot. My dear cousin, why don’t you come over and have a taste?”
"Snowflake cake was invented by Chris, and the shop that sells snowflake cake was also opened by Chris." Linda curled her lips disdainfully, "We eat this every day, and we are almost tired of it."
In an instant, all the eyes present were focused on Chris, and there was silence.
"Here, you invented this?" Plato asked with trembling lips, "But didn't the store say that this is a secret recipe handed down from ancestors?"
Chris snorted coldly and said, "If I don't say this, how can I attract customers to buy it?"
"It is said that this thing costs one silver coin per bowl. Could it be..."
Chris glanced at Plato and said calmly: "The cost is only eighteen copper coins, ten times the profit."
Everyone present took a breath, especially his brother Brent.
As the future heir to the Viscount, he has begun to gradually take over the family's industry.
Many businesses in the Viscount's Mansion only have a profit of 20 to 30% at most. Something like this with a profit of ten times is simply unthinkable.
Plato was also shocked. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had already seen how popular ice cream is.
If the profit for each bowl is so high, then how amazing is the daily profit of the ice cream shop?
"Humph, you have made so much money, and you didn't even bring a gift when you came to see grandma. Chris, you are really stingy." Plato sneered and mocked.
"This is a gift that Chris brought, a potted violet plant..." Brent knew that his brother was dragged here by him and did not buy the gift in time, so he wanted to help Chris out.
Unexpectedly, before Brent finished speaking, he saw Chris touch the ring in his hand and take out a large lump of bright red meat.
"Grandma, this is ten pounds of dragon meat I brought you. After eating it, you can strengthen your body and live a long life."