Heart of the Seabird, the wine from West Coast, is said to be brewed from some kind of seaweed in the deep sea and some extraordinary materials.
The taste... was surprisingly salty.
Ryan just took a sip and put it down.
"Baron Ryan, you came here this time because you want to trade the war horse Life Potion with me, right?"
Grand Mage Macken said straight to the point.
This Grand Mage patted his chest and said confidently:
"Beast Heart Series Life Potion, which I personally researched, is definitely the best."
Ryan did not respond immediately, but continued to ask:
"Grand Mage Macken, if I remember correctly, cultivating ordinary horses into war horses requires more than just magic Life Potion. The dry food and materials for daily cultivation also need to be of perfect standards, especially when matched with Magic Potion."
"You only sold me magic Life Potion, and the war horses you trained are probably not even half as good as Highland Warhorse. Tell me, this is the best?"
Ryan's words made Grand Mage Macken stare at him closely.
"Even without those things, it is at least comparable to 90% of Highland Warhorse's physique. How can it be only half."
"So, it's still not the best, right?"
"What exactly do you want?"
Grand Mage Macken stared at Ryan, as if wanting to see something from his eyes.
"I want the entire breeding system of Grand Mage Macken for war horses, from birth to death."
After Ryan finished speaking, Grand Mage Macken laughed.
"This is not only the Life Potion needed for war horses, but also the training of grooms. Every groom is at least a knight and a magic apprentice."
He stared at Ryan.
"You are Northern Baron, what do you want these things for?"
Grand Mage Macken seemed to have thought of something and stared at Ryan.
"You don't know how to buy these things for the Clayton Family."
Obviously Grand Mage Macken not only thinks that Ryan has no need and enough money to buy so many things, but also doubts his purpose.
After all, Ryan belongs to the Clayton Family. If Count Clayton wants what he has, not only in terms of money, but also in terms of demand, there is this motive.
"Clayton Family?"
Ryan was speechless, then smiled.
"Grand Mage Macken, you are not a noble."
"This has nothing to do with being a noble."
"If Grand Mage Macken was a noble, he would not ask this question."
Ryan stretched out his hand, and there was a ring on it. The ring was engraved with the outline of Rhino Horn Mountain.
"I, Ryan·Clayton Baron, Lord of the Empire Northwind Province Frozen Earth Territory."
"I am a noble first, and secondly, the son of Count Clayton."
Grand Mage Macken is indeed not a nobleman. Listening to Ryan's words, naturally he will not understand that there is a difference between father and son among noblemen.
"So what, what if you take my stuff and give it to the Clayton Family?"
"This is not a small amount. Without the support of the Clayton Family, would you have money?"
Ryan did not answer, but looked at Grand Mage Macken curiously.
"Grand Mage It seems that you... can't make deals with big nobles?"
After communicating for so long, if Ryan still can't hear the alienation between Grand Mage Macken and the great nobles in his words, then he has been a Baron noble for so long in vain.
Grand Mage Macken glanced at Ryan, neither denying nor confirming.
Ryan understood and said tentatively:
"So, is it the reason Imperial House? Imperial House doesn't want your knowledge of war horses to fall into the hands of those great nobles, because the great nobles have the ability to cultivate war horses that can rival Highland Warhorse?"
Grand Mage Macken snorted coldly, acquiescing to Ryan's guess.
This Grand Mage is so poor that he is not willing to let go of dozens of Gold Coin. If he really has the magic knowledge to cultivate Highland Warhorse, how can he be short of money?
It's not that he's not capable enough, it's just that someone is stopping him from making money.
According to Jovan, Grand Mage Macken once rejected Imperial House's invitation and asked him to go to Highland Mage Corps, which is Mage Corps who specializes in cultivating and researching war horses.
This Grand Mage has a conflict with Imperial House or that Highland Mage Corps. Ryan prefers the latter, because if he has enmity with Imperial House, Grand Mage Macken may not even be able to stay with the Magic Academy.
If this is the case... Grand Mage Macken's knowledge of war horses may be more valuable than Ryan imagined.
Ryan's eyes lit up and he looked at Grand Mage in front of him.
"Grand Mage Macken, I, Ryan·Clayton, Lord Frozen Earth Territory, Baron of Northlands, invite you to become my worshiper."
Ryan suddenly performed a noble etiquette and said solemnly to Grand Mage Macken.
His suddenness shocked the two people in front of him, and Grand Mage was also caught off guard.
"You invited me?"
"Do you know that I am a Grand Mage? Even without the knowledge of war horses, I am still a Grand Mage. Among the Grand Mage in the entire empire, I am not in the top ten but also in the top twenty in terms of distance from the Saint Realm."
"Of course I know."
"Haha."
Grand Mage Macken sneered twice and leaned back on the recliner. He was now sure that the Ryan in front of him was a kid with a heart as high as the sky.
He has seen many nobles with high ambitions and low abilities, so he is naturally not polite to such nobles.
But the next moment Ryan's voice made Grand Mage Macken freeze in place.
"One hundred thousand, I will give you one hundred thousand Gold Coin in exchange for Grand Mage Macken your time to go to Frozen Earth Territory for one month."
"After one month, you choose how to answer my invitation. Whether you refuse or agree, one hundred thousand Gold Coin will be yours."
One hundred thousand Gold Coin, let him go to Northlands for a month?
Macken hesitated. He was really short of money. Although he was one of the Grand Mages closest to the Saint Realm in the entire empire, without Gold Coin, even if he was the first closest, he would never be able to achieve Saint Realm.
"One hundred thousand Gold Coin is not a small amount."
Grand Mage Macken looked at Ryan, and Ryan smiled knowingly.
"Don't worry, every Gold Coin belongs to me only and has nothing to do with Clayton."
Grand Mage Macken suddenly laughed, as if he had met a fat sheep merchant, and his smile was even flattering.
"Well, Baron Ryan, since you are willing to pay one hundred thousand Gold Coin to invite me to Frozen Earth Territory for one month, then the contract is concluded."
Grand Mage Macken stretched out his hand, and a contract scroll appeared directly in front of him.
Ryan did not hesitate to put his badge on it.
"It's a big profit."
Grand Mage Macken was ecstatic, the contract was established, and Ryan had no chance to regret it.
One hundred thousand Gold Coin was earned so easily.