White Wolf Geralt (Please Follow-up Reads)

There was still some time before the Shining Auction, so Levi found an open space and began setting up a stall.

There was no need to pay a separate stall fee; it had already been covered by the drink included with the tavern entrance ticket.

"Just how much money does this Shining Tavern have? It must be rich enough to rival a nation in the truest sense." Levi placed the Knight Swords he intended to sell in front of him, envy rising in his heart.

Compared with the Shining Tavern, even the Emerald Merchant Guild seemed like nothing. Levi made a rough estimate. Just from drink fees alone, this little tavern in Icewind City could probably bring in over a hundred gold coins a day, tens of thousands of gold coins a year. That was almost the annual income of a top-tier earl's territory.

Levi's father had once wanted to buy a stake in the Shining Tavern, but even with his status as a Great Knight, he had not been able to find a way in. The Shining Tavern also seemed never to accept new shareholders.

"Buddy, how much for each sword?" A man also wearing a White Wolf Mask stood in front of Levi's stall.

"Fine longswords, two gold each. No bargaining. Custom orders and bulk purchases accepted. Custom orders require design drawings," Levi said in a lowered voice.

"A bit expensive." After saying that, the man turned and left.

Levi was not in a hurry. He still had great confidence in the Knight Swords he made. Two gold was absolutely not expensive.

Those who could enter the Shining Tavern were basically local big shots or knight masters with names and faces. Levi believed there would be people who knew quality when they saw it.

Before long, a burly, powerful-looking knight wearing an iron helmet stood before Levi. A heavy Meteor Hammer hung at his waist, and judging from his aura, he was clearly a Formal Knight. "Buddy, I heard you accept custom production of weapons and armor."

Levi raised his head, and the face beneath the White Wolf Mask changed slightly.

"Another Formal Knight, and his aura is even stronger than the Formal Knight who sold me Ambergris. He uses a Meteor Hammer too, so he should be cultivating a strength-type Breathing Technique," Levi analyzed inwardly.

"That's right. Custom orders require design drawings. Weapons, armor, even some special military equipment... as long as you have the design drawings, I can make it," Levi said confidently.

"It seems you are quite an impressive Blacksmith," the Formal Knight said in a calm tone.

"I'm all right."

"I'll buy these two swords. In addition, I hope we can reach a long-term exclusive cooperation. The weapons and armor you forge will be sold to me first and cannot be sold to other lords. As for the price, I can purchase them at twenty percent above market value."

The knight said.

At the same time, he tossed five gold coins onto the stall, allowing Levi to earn back the cost of his drinks.

"No problem. The transaction location will be this Shining Tavern," Levi said.

If they traded outside, with his strength, he could easily be robbed.

But in the Shining Tavern, no one could cause trouble here.

The Black Market had its own rules too.

"Very well. A pleasure doing business. May I ask how I should address you?"

"White Wolf Geralt." Levi touched his mask, then suddenly recalled a game from his previous life and blurted it out.

"Very well, Mr. Geralt. Then on the last day of every three months, at the Shining Tavern. I hope Mr. Geralt will arrive on time then. I need large quantities of weapons, armor, and horse gear. These are the design drawings."

"By the way, I wonder if Lord White Wolf is interested in joining a great organization with boundless prospects and a bright future..."

The knight suddenly asked, but before he could finish, Levi cut him off.

"No." Levi refused decisively.

The knight was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled. "If you change your mind, you can tell me the next time we meet."

Then the knight left the Shining Tavern, while Levi watched his retreating back, his heart surging with excitement.

"With this, the sales channel problem is solved. I knew it. With the quality of what I forge, I definitely won't have to worry about selling it. The special effect [Guaranteed Masterpiece] is no joke."

"That man should be a knight from some territory. Judging by the look of things, his ambitions aren't small. He's buying up so many weapons and armor, and he even wanted to pull me in. He must be plotting something. But what does that have to do with me?" Levi shook his head. In any case, no one knew his identity. Even if that man was purchasing weapons and armor for a rebellion, it would not implicate him.

Meanwhile, in a certain mansion in Icewind City, the heavily armored knight who had finished trading with Levi removed his iron helmet, revealing a scar-covered face. He knelt on the ground. In front of him, a huge man with his upper body bare, exposing absurdly exaggerated muscles, was exhaling white mist.

"Vice President, I found another decent Blacksmith, and I have already negotiated a cooperation with him," the knight said with his head lowered.

"Not bad, Boar Knight. I have been very satisfied with your recent performance. By the Lord of the Wilds above, He will surely see your loyalty and effort." The brawny man known as the Vice President put on his clothes. He stood up, his height a full two and a half meters, like a little giant. Even the Boar Knight seemed small before him.

"I haven't been to the Brotherhood headquarters in a long time. How is the equipment situation in our Brotherhood now?" the brawny man asked as he put on his armor.

"At present, our Brotherhood has a total of two thousand five hundred sets of armor and weapons, and one thousand Highland Warhorses. Through these years of effort, dozens of Blacksmiths forge the equipment we need every day. We are also still searching for new Blacksmiths across the country through various means, purchasing weapons and equipment to speed up our improvement."

The Boar Knight said. He was the minor leader in charge of weapons and armor production, because aside from being a Formal Knight himself, he was also a highly skilled Blacksmith.

"Mm, not bad, but it is still far from enough. If we want to overthrow those greedy and hateful nobles, we need at least ten thousand fully armed Cavalry, as well as over a hundred Formal Knights to charge into battle! We also need an absolute leader capable of standing against those noble Great Knights. Right now, I am only one step away from becoming a Great Knight. Once I advance to Great Knight, our Brotherhood of the Wilds will have two Great Knight powerhouses, and our actions will no longer need to be so constrained," the Vice President said.

"Congratulations, my lord!" The Boar Knight's expression was excited, and he looked sincere from the heart.

"By the way, the last transaction with the Lamp Spirit was very good. With the Lamp Spirit's help, I successfully broke through from High-Rank Knight to the realm of Peak Knight, and my Breathing Technique also advanced another step. I estimate that I will need the Lamp Spirit to make another move before I can advance to Great Knight. I will have to trouble you with this matter again." The Vice President took an ancient-looking Black Snuff Bottle from his bosom.