Luther's heart moved. In fact, he already knew that the target audience of Pompeii wine would be mercenaries and a small number of nobles.

But why did he look for the nobles first when he arrived in the Golden City?

Because only the nobles could mobilize huge financial resources to transport Pompeii wine to every place in Orange. Tavern owners were not capable of doing so.

Now Hawking's expression and tone told Luther that Pompeii wine had been given free advertising by the mercenaries of the Sabretooth Mercenary Group.

Pompeii wine has become very popular among mercenaries.

Then change the previous plan.

When Luther came to Golden City, his plan was to find a strong agent to sell Pompeii wine.

Just now, Luther planned to consign the Pompeii wine to the civilian taverns and sell out the Pompeii wine that was shipped this time.

If the market is hot, then take advantage of this opportunity and look for an agent.

Judging from Hawking's expression, the market will definitely be hot. Then it's time to find an agent. Luther turned his head and glanced at Mr. Al.

Luther is targeting this guy.

This guy has money, connections, and is a member of a Libyan family, so he can control the situation.

As long as Mr. Al sees the potential of Pompeii wine, it will be easy to get him to join the game. Everyone will like gold coins.

Thinking of this, Luther said to Hawking, "Mr. Hawking, I just brought some Pompeii wine this time. I plan to put it on consignment with you. How about giving you a commission of one silver coin for every barrel of wine sold?"

"No problem." Hawking, who had long been full of expectations for Pompeii wine, agreed immediately. Moreover, it was consignment, so there was no cost and he would not lose money if it could not be sold.

Luther reached an agreement with Boss Hawking easily, and immediately sent someone to fetch a hundred barrels of wine to be sold when the shop opened in the afternoon.

Luther and Mr. Al got on the carriage, planning to come back and check again in the evening.

In the carriage, Mr. Al took out a bottle of wine, filled a glass for Luther and himself, and then took a sip.

Luther looked at it with a frown, then swallowed it in front of Mr. Al.

"It's a waste to give you wine." Mr. Al's face was full of heartache, and he really regretted pouring wine for this guy. But he wanted to drink, and he felt embarrassed not to pour wine for Luther.

"I never liked drinking, whether it was wine or Pompeii wine." Luther shrugged.

"Drinking can make aristocrats more graceful," said Mr. Al.

Luther shook his head and didn't intend to continue the topic. Mr. Al shrugged, and then he asked: "What do you think of the sales of Pompeii wine tonight?"

He saw Hawking's expression and tone just now, and suddenly became shaken about Pompeii wine. Before this, he thought it was impossible to make money from Pompeii wine.

Now he felt that there seemed to be a chance. But he also wondered if anyone would really like that kind of wine?

Thinking of the taste of Pompeii wine, Mr. Al shook his head involuntarily.

"It's going to be very popular," Luther said firmly.

"Okay. Then I'll look forward to the evening," said Mr. Al.

…………..The Beauty Tavern, the reason for this name is that this tavern is frequented by many female mercenary knights.

A woman who can become a knight may not necessarily have a good-looking appearance, but she must have a hot body. A hot body is an element that attracts men.

So the Beauty Tavern is very popular.

It has a certain reputation throughout the Golden City.

The pub opens in the afternoon, but there are actually not many customers in the afternoon. The best business time is in the evening.

Among the many female knights who frequented the Beauty Tavern, Ades was a regular. She had black hair that was very smooth, but she didn't care about her hair and always cut it very short.

She has an ordinary appearance, but a very hot body.

And because knights are not afraid of cold or heat, Adès's clothes are very cool even in winter.

It's dinner time.

But Ades didn't want to eat today, he wanted to drink, because Ades had a broken heart today.

No matter whether it is a man or a woman, when they are heartbroken, they always drink to relieve their sorrow. Ades came to the Beauty Tavern, and the tavern owner Hawking entertained Ades.

At this moment, there were already guests in the tavern, but they were few.

Ardes came to the bar, spread his legs, and sat down very boldly. He said, "Hawking, give me a glass of the strongest beer."

Hawking and Ades were very familiar with each other because Hawking and Ades's father were friends, but unfortunately Hawking has survived and is now living a quiet life running a pub, while Ades's father has been dead for ten years.

"Broken heart?" Hawking knew Adès very well, so he asked.

"Yeah, I dumped that bastard Gates." Ades nodded heavily. He hadn't started drinking yet, but he was already drunk.

Hawking nodded and poured a glass of wine for Ades. He knew that the other party must have dumped Ades.

"White wine?" Ades was stunned. He had never seen it before.

"Pompeii wine, I'll treat you to a drink." Hawking said with a smile and took the opportunity to advertise.

"Pompeii wine?" Ades' eyes lit up. She had heard the Sabretooth Mercenaries brag about this kind of wine for a long time, but she never had the chance to drink it.

"Gulp, gulp." Adès finished the Pompeii wine in one breath. Two blushes suddenly appeared on his face. He felt drunk for a moment, and then he suddenly exhaled a breath of wine.

He shouted, "Good wine, another glass."

Addes opened the Pompeii wine tonight, which was very popular in the beauty tavern.

………

Around nine o'clock, in the Beauty Tavern.

The tavern was bustling with people, very noisy. Normally, the business in the Beauty Tavern was very hot, not to mention the Pompeii wine.

Ever since Addes started the popularity of Pompeii wine, mercenaries who heard the news continued to flock to the Beauty Tavern.

The mercenaries poured cup after cup of Pompeii wine into their stomachs as if it were free.

Hot. Very hot.

In a corner of the tavern, Luther and Mr. Al were wearing ordinary clothes, sitting in the tavern in a low-key manner, watching the situation.

Mr. Al's expression was a little dull. He couldn't understand why these mercenaries could drink such unpalatable Pompeii wine so recklessly.

If Mr. Al didn't know the big names among these mercenaries, many of them high-ranking knights, he would have suspected that this was a show arranged by Luther.

The popularity of Pompeii wine gave Mr. Al some ideas in his mind.

This little thought was exactly what Luther needed.

Money is a good thing, and no one cares about having more money.

Mr. Al is also a normal person. Since he opened Chelsea Company, he has indeed earned a lot of gold coins by relying on his own connections, but his expenses are also high.

There is not much money saved.

He once wanted to start another business, but never had the opportunity.

As soon as he met Luther and drank Pompeii wine, he was not interested in the Pompeii wine business.

And now he is interested, he feels he is going to get rich.

(End of this chapter)