Chapter 185: I Am Harry Potter!

To remain hidden, the Black Dragon vessel anchored seven or eight li away from Odin City.

Gervas led more than a dozen subordinates, including Lei Meng, walking for about half an hour before finally spotting Odin City's gate in the distance.

Just as Gervas was pondering whether to go straight to the castle to state his purpose or inquire at a local trading house, Lei Meng suddenly said, "My lord, look over there—that man looks like he's about to jump into the sea!"

Gervas froze, turning to look at the nearby coast, where indeed a young man in silk ceremonial robes stood motionless on the cliff's edge.

Though the cliff was only ten or so meters high, the rocks below were sharp, and the waves churned violently.

Unless one was desperate, no one would ever go there.

"Let's go take a look!"

Gervas was not a man who meddled in others' affairs, but the scene ahead stirred his curiosity.

For the horse beside the would-be suicide was clearly a top-tier warhorse.

Such a fine horse was worth at least twenty gold coins.

A man of such status—what could possibly drive him to leap from a cliff?

Soon, Gervas and his men reached the path beside the cliff.

"Hey, friend, what are you doing?"

Hearing the shout, Adams blinked, then turned his head dazedly. "Are you calling me?"

"Yes. What's so terrible that you're standing on a cliff? I see your warhorse is worth at least twenty gold coins—you don't look poor!"

At this, Adams finally took a good look at the young man speaking to him.

Though the youth's silk ceremonial robe wasn't top quality, it clearly marked him as a wealthy noble.

Around him, more than a dozen men wore leather armor; though lacking family crests, each was broad-shouldered and sharp-eyed—undoubtedly well-trained guards.

Thus, this youth's status must be high—certainly not a knight or merchant.

"You don't know me?" Adams asked.

Holy hell! Gervas thought, holy hell!

Is this guy actually mentally ill?

"Do I need to know you? And may I ask who you are?"

Adams realized the man truly didn't recognize him, so he said, "I'm Adams. If you don't know me, then leave. My affairs are none of your concern!"

"Adams?!"

Holy hell! Gervas exclaimed again, holy hell!

This guy's name is Adams too?

Could it be—could he possibly be the very man I'm looking for?

Glancing at the warhorse beside him, Gervas thought the odds were high.

"Are you Adams Austen?" Gervas asked directly, for caution's sake.

If not, Gervas would turn and walk away—he'd already been told to leave, and he wouldn't interfere further.

Adams blinked. "Yes? You know me… no, you said you've never seen me—who are you?"

It really is him?

Gervas smiled.

So this is what they mean by "searching high and low, only to find him right under your nose."

He'd just been wondering how to find this man—and now the man was waiting for him right outside the city.

"Lord Adams, you may call me Harry Potter. Are you standing on this cliff to jump because of the honey?" Gervas asked.

Adams didn't answer, but his brow furrowed.

It really is about the honey?

Gervas was speechless. "Is this really worth dying over? You're the eldest son of a Hou Jue!"

"Harry, right? I've never heard of you. And my affairs are none of your business—I'll say it again: please leave!"

Adams disliked the tone of the other's words—they clearly carried a tone of reprimand.

"Lord Adams, under other circumstances, I would leave at once. I would never force my will upon another's life or death."

"But you cannot die now, because I intend to make money off you—and have you do me a favor!"

"I don't understand what you're saying!" Adams frowned.

And seeing Gervas cling like glue, he'd had enough.

So he turned back, gazing once more at the cliff below, then slowly lifted the foot already resting on the cliff's edge.

"Damn it!"

Gervas cursed aloud, "Adams, it's just honey! I've brought some—I guarantee you'll pull off your Hou Jue's birthday banquet without a hitch!"

Adams's foot froze. He turned his head. "You're lying?"

"I swear by the God of Glory—I have a way to help you make the pastries and sweets for your Hou Jue's birthday banquet!"

The foot Adams had been about to step out finally retracted.

Gervas exhaled deeply. "Come on, Lord Adams—this place is too dangerous. Come over here. Let's talk properly."

Adams hesitated, took a deep breath, then strode firmly toward Gervas.

"I, Adams Austen, am pleased to meet you!"

"I, Harry Potter, am pleased to meet you too!"

"Lord Harry, how much honey have you brought? Can you deliver eight hundred kilograms? If so, I'll pay five times the market price!"

"Of course, even five or six hundred kilograms would do!"

As he spoke, Adams stared at Gervas, full of hopeful anticipation.

After all, as long as there was hope, no one wanted to give up and die.

But he never expected Gervas to suddenly shake his head: "I don't have any honey!"

"You…!" Adams's face turned instantly pale, then flushed crimson. "Are you mocking me? Did Evan send you?"

"Evan? I don't know him, Lord Adams. Listen to me—I swore by the God of Glory. Do you think I'd lie?"

"Give me a reasonable explanation—or before I die, I'll make sure you pay for daring to mock me!" Adams snarled.

"Lord Adams, though I didn't bring honey, I brought something even better for making pastries and sweets!"

Then Gervas pulled out a sack of white sugar, opened the leather pouch, grabbed a pinch, and shoved it into his mouth before offering the rest to Adams.

Adams understood Gervas's intent. After hesitation, he took a small pinch and put it in his mouth.

The instant the sugar touched his tongue, Adams's eyes flew wide open.

"This…"

The intense sweetness surpassed anything he'd ever imagined.

"Lord Adams, this is called white sugar—it's a specialty of my homeland. It's far superior to honey for making sweets and pastries!"

"Because honey can only be spread on cake surfaces, but this can be fully blended into the batter—just like salt in cooking!"

"How do you like it, Lord Adams?" Gervas smiled.

Adams came back to himself. "What's the price of this white sugar? And I've never seen it before—I'm not sure your claims about its effects are true!"

Of course, though he'd tasted its sweetness,

he wasn't foolish—he remained wary and skeptical of this unknown substance.