The indifferent gods look coldly at the mortal world from the clouds, the tailless reptiles whisper in the gap between winter and spring, and the eight-clawed demon god in a high hat plays his flute in the cold sea. 

The steam engine had just ignited the light of civilization where swordplay and sorcery duels, alchemical guns and galleons orchestrate songs of perish, secret societies and the Church of the Righteous God are chasing and hiding against one another, and the curtain has been raised on the Great Age, the Great Voyage! The Great Exploration! Great geographic discoveries! 

There are dramatic epics, and also sinister and deceitful schemes. Will Civilization conquer barbarism? No, there will only be barbarism and more barbarism! Alvin wakes up in the small seaside town, rises as a descendant of a fallen noble and enters the center of the vortex step by step, claiming the legendary crown at the peak of the path of the Extraordinary.

The tavern's wooden door was suddenly pushed open, and a disheveled figure rushed in, waving an order sheet in hand.


Without waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dim interior, he shouted urgently:


"Mr. Jamie, quick! Quick! Are there any tulip bulbs left? The Sak Empire has placed a large order!"


The middle-aged merchant, who was in the corner of the tavern drinking with a few companions, quickly put down his wine glass upon seeing the newcomer:


"Ah, it's Mr. Fitch. I have four hundred kilograms of ordinary varieties harvested in September, and ten heads of rare ones. Price..."


Currently, tulip transactions in the market mainly include two types: ordinary varieties and rare ones.


Ordinary varieties are priced by weight, while rare ones are priced by head. The price difference between them is larger than between copper fuer and Golden Lion coins.


Chapter 928 - Chapter 801: Futures Contracts and the Muriyan Civilization