With the new developments, Rockefeller and Priest Peter discuss the possibility of profiting from their beer business during the potential conflict with the dwarves. They consider reviving the beer business, changing its name, and improving the recipe to sell it to both sides during the war, hoping it may give them an advantage later on.
"You seem to not have any other thoughts, so it looks like there won't be any problems."
"It would be a big problem if there were. I wouldn't let it go if it were someone else."
"Thank you for your kind words."
"Anyway, you must be busy. You have to take care of things here and also pay attention to the fortress. It's as if you need two bodies."
"Fortunately, the women I'm going to marry later are experts in that area."
"Speaking of which, you got married, didn't you?"
"It seems the news has reached here."
"I heard about your marriage through Carter. Congratulations, although it's late."
"Well, marriage... I think I'll be doing it again soon, so it doesn't mean much. Anyway, thank you."
"Again?"
"Yes, two families insisted on it. It was hard to refuse, so I just agreed for now."
"Hmm..."
After a brief contemplation, he gave some advice-like words.
"For someone like you, it's fitting to get married multiple times. Think of it as something for the family and the country rather than love."
"That's how I think of it. In the end, it's also for my own sake."
Having finished speaking, the high priest looked in the same direction as Rockefeller and happened to recall the Totem War that took place long ago.
Back then, they could have made a huge profit from the beer business with the dwarves.
"Speaking of dwarves, didn't you recommend a beer business back then?"
The high priest's casual words reminded Rockefeller of the beer business they had done before.
'This time, if there is a war, they'll want to get beer from somewhere else.'
Would there be a name for the beer?
If it's sold in the empire, it's imperial beer. If it's sold elsewhere, isn't it beer from that place?
'This is separate from the war. And if we can subdue them with this, it will have its own significance.'
"Ah, I remember that time. We had a lot of fun selling beer to the dwarves."
Priest Peter couldn't hide his regret.
"It would be nice to have fun this time too... but that's difficult. They're obviously going to be our enemies."
At that, Rockefeller shook his head.
"That's not the case."
"Really?"
"Is the beer production facility still alive?"
"The production facility is still alive. We've been making beer occasionally to support the church's finances. We haven't done it as big as when we were dealing with the dwarves, but it's not too bad."
"Then let's start again since it's been mentioned."
At that, Priest Peter asked with a surprised face.
"No, are you suggesting we produce beer again?"
"Yes, we'll have to sell it again when we go there, right? If there's a war with the dwarves, they'll want beer anyway. If we supply that beer, we can make money again."
Priest Peter didn't seem to understand.
"It sounds strange. Aren't we enemies if we go to war with them? Are you saying we should sell beer to our enemies?"
"If we don't sell it, the dwarves will buy beer from somewhere else. That's a loss for us, of course. We could sell it, but why should others benefit?"
"I don't quite understand. It's like doing something good for the enemy..."
"It's not about doing something good for the enemy, it's about making money separately from the war."
"Hehe... I kind of understand what you're saying, but it's still a bit confusing for me, who has to protect this land, to hear you say that."
"You shouldn't look at it that way. War is war, and business is business. Everything must be seen separately."
"What if the power of the dwarves doesn't wane?"
"I don't know what will happen to the beer business here, but if we can boil them down with this beer, it might work well when the war intensifies later."
"I agree with that. If we subdue them with our beer, we can just stop supplying it when the numbers turn against us."
"Then there will be great confusion. That would be good for us."
"But will the dwarves be able to accept our beer knowing where it's from? They probably wouldn't trade if they knew."
With a sly smile, Rockefeller said.
"The dwarves may not like imperial beer. But is there a name written on the beer? If we change the name and sell it outside the empire, the dwarves probably won't know. How could they?"
"That's true."
"Besides, haven't you developed a new beer since you continued the beer business?"
"Fortunately, we've developed a better beer than before. The taste has improved since then."
"That's good. If we did business with the same beer, the dwarves would recognize it right away."
"The taste has changed a bit, so they probably won't know. Our beer has improved quite a bit."
"Is there a separate name for the beer?"
"Beer name?"
Scratching his cheek, the high priest answered Rockefeller's question.
"No, there isn't a specific name. It just came out of the Montefeltro territory, so we were selling it as Montefeltro beer."
"That name won't be enough to boil them down."
"Do you have a good name?"
After some thought, Rockefeller came up with a name.
"How about 'Kyas'?"
"Kyas?"
"Yes, it's just a name that comes to mind."
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