CH 437

TL: MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYSS!

Chapter 437: I'm on his side.

"Oh, it's really a wonderful competition." Nuolun couldn't help but sigh. "I think it's a big business. Unfortunately, my family is now fully engaged in the sugar factory, so I can't do anything else."

Robb chuckled, "you can't chew too much. If you continue making sugar, it will be enough for you to eat for the rest of your life. Oh, no, it won't be a problem even for your descendants."

The man nodded. He knew that. Besides, the Chengguang family was not a big family in the first place, and his own title was just a baron. It was not a big deal in Kingdom of Gran.

After he came to Westwind Town, he relied on Robb's help. Now he was rich and powerful. The great nobility and senior officials on Bright Road were not necessarily as rich as the Chengguang family. What else could he not be satisfied with?

Now, if he had to say that there was something bothering him, that was his eldest son. Oh, no, it was his nephew. Maybe it was because his intelligence was inherited from his mother that he couldn't learn magic. Instead, he became more and more barbaric, and it was useless to send him to the Magic School. The magic he learned from the magic school was physical, and it cost him one hundred gold coins in tuition.

At this time, the elder of the elf race actually came over and greeted Nuolun, "Hello, Mr. Nuolun!"

The elf elder picked up a piece of ice candy and said, "this kind of hard candy is very delicious, but the color is too ugly. For our elf race, it's hard to accept that such a delicious thing has such an ugly color. Haven't you ever thought about making it beautiful?"

It turned out that the candy in the factory was brown. That was because when Robb taught everyone how to make sugar, he taught everyone this kind of brown candy. The reason was very simple. Robb didn't know how to make white sugar. He only knew how to make sugar by local methods and didn't know how to filter the impurities in the sugar.

However, the elf race was different!

They had always boasted of being noble, elegant and biased. Even if they were a group of refugees now, what they were thinking about was "beautiful" and "good-looking". They didn't need to think about practical principles, and they only considered "superiority". Just like they didn't like to brag about their magic, archery, craftsmanship, but only liked to brag about their poems and literary attainments.

They would feel terrible if they put the brownish thing like candy into their mouths. How could a noble elf eat such a thing? But... The candy tasted so good. In this case, he had to put forward his opinion to Nuolun.

"It doesn't matter whether it looks good or not. Anyway, it’s edible. Do you want to see it in your stomach?" said Nuolun, looking at the elf elder with his two eyes