Plans 

"How do we do that?" Amir asked, feeling his body goosebumps at Tenur's words.

Tenur acted calmly before that young master and the previous accusation. He even seemed resigned to the situation to those who didn't know him.

But the truth was that he could endure some situations quietly when he had no alternatives but would later attack with all possible force to return the aggressor's acts.

But he would not return the same coin. That young man had made him take a loss of 50 pieces of silver? He would make the Gaber family bitter about the choices of a single member.

Tenur did not believe in free competition. To him, an enemy should suffer the fate of destruction or subordination.

So he explained how he would do this. "Tell me all about that man's family and the business they are involved in. Then, I will take the business of that house as a form of punishment for one of them moving against lord Mero."

"Can you do that?" Amir asked somewhat dubiously, but feeling that this was by no means impossible to accomplish.

"Depending on the kind of business they engage in, getting them to kneel to lord Mero will be quicker," Tenur replied without giving further details.

He had countless ways to make one family defeat another without even raising arms. He would just need to know more about House Gaber to decide what 'weapons' to use.

Amir did not know everything about that man's house, so he asked until the other day to answer Tenur.

When the two returned to the common area of Mero's store, the delicious smell of the bread was already marking the store's interiors and surrounding areas.

Even the people passing by on the side streets smelled the delicious bread, salivating and wishing they could taste these delicacies.

Meanwhile, the customers waiting for their orders, the 30 loaves promised by Tenur the day before, already had their hands sweating as they smiled in anticipation.

"Ah, young Tenur's bread is the best..." An overweight old nobleman with a beard and gray hair said aloud while commenting with his fellow nobles.

"Yes, if I could, I would eat these little beauties morning and night, hahaha." A woman commented beside her husband, who had brought her to try for the second day the delicious bread.

Amidst the conversations in that area, the slaves working in the kitchen, six people, three times as many as the day before, left that place with several trays of bread, many of them on display to sell at the moment.

But some of the bread was in clay containers, which some customers had given to the slaves in this place earlier so that their orders could be delivered in these items.

Tenur then spoke to those people. "We recently increased the number of people in our kitchen, so today we will have three times as many loaves of bread as yesterday.

We have 90 loaves of bread daily starting today, to be delivered mid-afternoon!"

"Oh?"

"Haha, that's what I wanted most!"

"90 seems to be the ideal amount for everyone here to be served..."

"Haha, see me 2 of those, Tenur!" A customer who had come to this place on the first day shouted, calling this slave by name in a much more intimate manner.

Tenur would not regulate how many items each customer could buy. These men were all rich, and one knew exactly how much they would offend the others if they were too greedy.

So he wasn't the one who would have to say anything to regulate his customers!

In the blink of an eye, he collected 90 silver coins but also closed the next day's sales with 90 orders from those people in his store.

'It seems that the demand for these loaves of bread is still greater than the supply...' He wondered, noting room for growth.

'Very good!'

...

After selling all the stuffed loaves, nothing was left to be sold in the store.

The plaster that had to be delivered today had already been delivered in the morning. The loaves had just been sold out, and no more products were available for sale.

So Tenur ordered the slaves to close the store doors, leaving only the staff producing ink behind, while the others were released to go and rest.

'In the morning, we sold 980 silver coins, lost 50, and collected 90 silver coins before closing...

Hmmm...

The result was 1.02 thousand silver coins, with a profit of about 7%.

Not bad, considering that person took 50 silver coins from us without gaining anything in return.' He thought, with a determined expression on his face.

'It doesn't matter. That will be returned very soon.'

Tenur then went to the area where several paints had already been produced, enough to be stored there to sell the next day, but also for the start of painting the store.

Now there were no more resources to be sold in the common part of Mero's store. In addition, the bread and plaster to be delivered the next day were all on order. With this, Tenur intended to start popularizing his new product to keep up the store's daily sales and make the place even more eye-catching.

To do this, he would paint the entire front of Mero's store with the color red and use the store walls to display the name of the Touma family.

The people of this place needed to remember which brand they would buy!

But it was already late for the slaves to begin their painting work, so Tenur finished his third day in this place early, returning to the slaves' rest area without further delay.

...

When it was evening, and Tenur had had his meal, Amir entered the small resting place of this slave and saw him lying down but still awake.

Tenur had already gotten used to the hard stone bed of this place, so he was not awake because of his discomfort but because he was waiting for this servant.

"So?" He asked himself as he sat up in that bed next to the standing man who had just entered.

"I have information about the Gaber family." Amir said in a low voice, to keep the 'walls' from hearing it. "That is the name of that man's family from earlier. It is not a house specializing in farming and mining, like most local powers."

"Oh? And what do they do?"

"The Gaber family produces some types of alcoholic beverages. Among them, wine and beer are the most famous, which give most of the profits of that house." Amir explained.

"Drinks, uh?" Tenur liked to hear that since producing a drink was easier than other types of products.

For example, if House Gaber produced armaments, Tenur would have a hard time doing anything about it, even though he had some alternatives. But with drinks, he could wreak havoc on that family in less time than Mero had told him he would stay in Cusca.

"Very well, I have something in mind." He smiled as he looked into that man's eyes. "I will need the senior to get some ingredients for me..."

Tenur quickly summed up everything he needed to produce wine and beer of better quality than that of the Gaber family.

Hearing this, Amir became more confident since everything Tenur had tried to do in the kitchen had been a complete success. In this case, he already figured it wouldn't be much different this time, and soon they would have the Gaber family suffering for opposing Mero.

"All right. I'll look into it tomorrow morning and inform lord Mero to send those resources in the future." Amir said before leaving from there to send a bird to the capital of Noskain.

The most common means of communication from that place for long distances was through scrolls sent on the legs of trained birds. Another way was sending people, but this method was slow and more common when important decisions were involved.

For a simple request like the one Amir would make, sending a scroll on a bird was the simplest way to accomplish this feat.

...

While Amir was writing what he should, two men watched the estate where Mero's slaves were.

"One of those people killed Kat..." One of the two said while looking with an ugly expression at that place. "What shall we do? Kat was one of ours!"

"We can't do anything openly... The Touma family is too big to be disrespected in public." The other individual commented. "But there are countless methods of making someone bleed without having to draw our weapons for all to see!"