System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 847 - 267: Horse Trainer (10K)_4

Alan's words held a clear implication that Lynn grasped right away.

Pulling his gaze away, he answered, "I've already checked it out."

"The upstream section winds into steep mountains, getting tighter the higher you climb."

"Downstream, a waterfall about seven or eight meters tall blocks the way."

"Blasting that waterfall to link the river with the lower waters won't be simple."

Hearing those words.

Regret filled Alan's features.

The waterway behind Lynn's domain could link up perfectly with Kakasong City's Seine River.

Even though it wasn't deep enough for big hundred-ton vessels to navigate.

Loaded ships could anchor in the deeper spots without trouble.

Smaller vessels would then ferry the goods to Lynn's pier.

That approach.

Would dodge the entry taxes at Kakasong City's Fisherman's Wharf for incoming merchandise.

And cut down travel time from hauling wagons between Kakasong City and Lynn's land!

Above all.

Land transport limits wouldn't hold him back much.

Lynn's voice changed, "However..."

Alan's brows shot up as he asked eagerly, "However?"

"However, what?"

Noting Alan's anxious look, Lynn grinned.

"However, with plenty of sulfur on hand, I can handle that waterfall issue."

Alan's eyes bulged, "Sulfur?"

Lynn started describing it, "A mineral from nature, often near volcanoes or hot springs."

"It shows up in lumps or crystals, typically yellow."

"Burning it gives off a sharp, biting smell..."

Alan nodded faintly and declared, "Master Lynn, soon as I head out from your lands, I'll ask around with traders who hit volcanic or hot spring regions often."

"Finding sulfur to unlock your river back there? Nothing's too much trouble!"

He had no clue what sulfur did as a mineral.

Yet he grasped that fixing the waterfall would free the river.

Merchant ships loaded to the brim could sail straight to Master Lynn's turf.

Trading huge volumes of wares with Master Lynn!

Raking in massive profits from the spreads!

Lynn smiled at Alan's excited expression.

"I'll count on you then, Mr. Alan."

During Lynn and Alan's talk, they reached the tavern.

Stepping through the entrance, they claimed a round table inside, facing each other.

Red arrived with gin and cups, wisely serving pours for Lynn and Alan.

As the golden gin streamed like silk from the clear bottle into their glasses.

And its potent fragrance filled the air.

Alan's throat bobbed; he swallowed hard.

No sips taken yet.

The aroma alone had his mouth watering.

Once Red poured, Lynn lifted his glass toward Alan.

Alan grabbed his too.

A light clink rang out from the glasses.

"Cheers, Master Lynn," Alan toasted crisply.

"Cheers," Lynn replied.

Alan fell silent, drew back, and slammed down the gin from his glass in one gulp.

That bold, familiar gin bite hit his tongue.

Swallowing sent the fire racing from throat to belly.

"Ah~"

One glass alone, and Alan sensed a cozy blaze warming his frame.

A boozy sigh escaped him.

Settling into the gin's kick, Alan praised lavishly.

"Master Lynn, this gin packs an even fiercer, richer punch now!"

A faint smile crossed Lynn's lips, "If Mr. Alan likes it, drink up freely."

Gin counted as distilled liquor.

Lex's workshop nailed distillation better each day.

Gin's strength climbed steadily higher.

Eventually.

They'd produce pure spirits for healing and factories!

As Red topped off his glass, Alan beamed, "You bet, Master Lynn."

He threw back the fresh pour without pause.

Several rounds later, Alan let out a satisfied belch.

Time flew past.

As Lynn and Alan bantered easily.

George strode in briskly.

Beside Lynn, George noted, "Sir, Mr. Alan's cargo is fully off the wagons."

"The fifty thousand pounds of premium salt are loaded on his carts too..."

Lynn nodded; across from him, Alan caught George's report.

Alan arched a brow at the nearby guard leader.

"Get men to haul this fine salt batch to the Kirk Ship at Fisherman's Wharf first."

"I'll head back to Kakasong with the final load of fine salt!"

The guard head bowed sharply to Alan's command and exited the tavern.

This fine salt shipment came to 197,000 pounds total.

His wagons' capacity meant fifty thousand pounds per run.

Four trips round-trip would clear all the traded salt this time.

Rather than bolting from Master Lynn's domain to idle in Kakasong City.