Lord: My Shop Connects to Modern Times

Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in Lynn's eyes, then disappeared. He smiled calmly.

"I wonder how Your Excellency learned that I've been in trouble lately?"

Lynn's expression remained unchanged, but a sense of unease crept into his heart.

The moment Lynn heard Earl Lehman's words, he knew that the other party already knew about his grudges with Gavin, and even with Earl Carl.

This was not good news for him; the other party had far too complete control over the information, which was beyond Lynn's expectations.

He wasn't sure what Earl Lehman's attitude towards him was. Would he hand him over out of consideration for Earl Karl, who was of the same rank, or even due to pressure from Karl's backers? Or would he have a proper talk with him?

If it's the former, then Lynn is in danger now, he could even be said to have infiltrated enemy territory.

However, it's not without a solution. Lynn could simply use up all his popularity points to exchange for top-tier protective gear and weapons at the store, such as a gun and bulletproof vest, and take the other party hostage.

If it's the latter, then everything is still negotiable...

"Haha, I've only heard about it," Earl Lehman chuckled. "There are some rumors lately that you and Gavin Hossman got into a fight. Did Earl Carl get involved too?"

The other party remained calm, as if they had only heard about it.

A glint of light flashed in Lynn's eyes, but his expression remained calm.

He picked up his teacup, gently blew away any non-existent foam, and then looked up at Earl Lehman:

"Your Excellency is well-informed. However, it's just a minor skirmish, nothing serious. Viscount Gavin may have misunderstood something and acted impulsively."

These words were spoken so casually, as if the bloody attack and defense of a few days ago was nothing more than a quarrel between neighbors.

Earl Lehman stared at him for a few seconds, a hint of amusement flashing in his deep eyes, before he also picked up his teacup.

"A misunderstanding?" he repeated slowly. "Bringing a private army, driving demons, and besieging the walls—this is no small misunderstanding."

He paused, his voice steady: "I haven't dealt with Carl Booth much, but I know he never does anything he's not sure of, and he certainly wouldn't risk his life for someone else. The fact that he reached out to Gavin... means he values ​​you."

The words were already clear, but the fact that the other party addressed Carl by his full name gave Lynn a glimmer of understanding.

Lynn put down his teacup, lightly tapping the warm porcelain surface with his fingertip, and diverted a wisp of his mind to the system interface: "So, Your Excellency, did you come to see me today to help your colleague, or... do you have other instructions?"

His tone remained calm, even carrying a perfectly appropriate hint of doubt, as if he were genuinely seeking advice from a senior.

But her back straightened up slightly without her noticing, as if a string inside her was slightly taut.

Leon stood to his side and slightly behind him, his hands hanging naturally at his sides. But if you looked closely, the muscles in his hands were a bit firmer than before.

Count Lehman suddenly chuckled softly. The laugh was short and lacked warmth, yet it strangely eased the invisible pressure in the living room.

"Share my burdens?" He shook his head. "Karl and I are not on the same page. I have no interest in his affairs."

He glanced at the cement slab Lynn had brought, then at the several unopened boxes beside it: "I'm just curious, Mr. Lynn, did you come here to call for reinforcements, or... do you have other business to do?"

There's hope! The other party's words made their attitude clear: they wouldn't get involved or take sides, but they were interested in my arrival and what I brought.

Lynn relaxed a little, but his vigilance remained.

He smiled, a genuinely relaxed smile this time.

"I wouldn't dare trouble Your Excellency, it's just a small matter." Lynn pointed to the cement slab on the ground:

"The walls of Gray Rock Town are quite sturdy, mainly because of this thing, which is also the main reason I came here today."

His words completely dispelled any notion of seeking help, positioning the visit as a purely transactional affair.

Lynn's demeanor was neither humble nor arrogant, and even subtly revealed a sense of confidence that "my things are good enough and worth your serious attention."

Earl Lehman's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly. He was indeed somewhat surprised.

Logically, a small lord who has just been threatened by a large army and may be targeted by an even more powerful force should seek help and protection from all sides.

But the young man in front of me didn't sound anxious at all. Instead, he sounded like a traveling merchant who had come to my door to sell some novel items, even though these "items" looked quite extraordinary.

Rayman had heard of Grayrock Town's unique walls and special weapons. To be honest, ever since Gavin's defeat, all the powerful nobles in the Southern Territory knew about it.

"You want to sell its formula?" Earl Lehman asked, a look of interest on his face.

"No, there are no plans to sell the formula for the time being, perhaps in the future." Lynn said calmly, "I'm planning to sell you a batch of this thing called cement, along with some other items. I wonder if you'd be interested?"

Lehman paused for a moment, then gave a slight smile: "Of course, Mr. Lynn."

The strategic significance of cement is immense; even if it's not part of the formula, obtaining a batch of raw materials would be acceptable.

Lehman doesn't mind spending a little more money on this.

"I wonder what else is just as interesting as this cement?"

Lynn showed the other party samples of instant noodles, seasonings, and first-aid medicines one by one.

With each item displayed, Earl Lehman's astonishment grew even greater.

Because each of them was something he had never seen before in his life, and each was extremely useful in a different field.

In particular, the strange drug called "ibuprofen" and the cement greatly intrigued Lehman.

He was very curious about where this nobleman, who was always labeled as a spoiled brat, got so many good things. Any one of these things could be given to an alchemist apprentice outside, and it could directly promote him to an alchemy master.

But Lehman knew that even if he asked the question, the other party would most likely give him a vague answer.

The shrewdness of Lynn before me is far beyond what someone his age should possess.

"Cement, instant noodles, seasonings...tsk tsk tsk." Earl Lehman slowly uttered these unfamiliar words: "Lord Lynn, everything you brought is extraordinary."

He paused, his gaze sharpening. "May I ask, sir, what price do you intend to offer in exchange for what?"

"I only intend to exchange for Dawn Coins, sulfur, and saltpeter. As for the price, I will have someone discuss it with you in detail when I bring the goods. Rest assured, you won't suffer any losses."

"Sulfur? Saltpeter?" Count Lehman frowned again.

It's normal to exchange for money directly, but these two items are used for medicine and preservation, while the former is mostly used in medicine making and occasionally in some artisan workshops, but the usage is not large.

He couldn't fathom why Lynn needed so many of these items. "Excuse my frankness, but these two things don't seem to be in high demand. What use do you have for them?"

Lynn's expression remained unchanged, his tone calm yet carrying a hint of unapproachability: "The territory is newly established, and everything needs to be rebuilt. Some ancient recipes need to be tried, and some traditional methods for preventing insects and decay also need to be prepared. I apologize for not being able to elaborate on their specific uses at this time."

He bowed slightly, his posture polite, but he closed the door tightly.