Chapter 185: My Name is Harry Potter!

To remain concealed, the Black Dragon had anchored several miles away from Odin City.

Gervas, accompanied by over a dozen retainers including Lei Meng, walked for about half an hour before finally spotting the gates of Odin City in the distance.

Just as Gervas was pondering whether to approach the castle directly to state his purpose or find a local merchant house to inquire about the situation, Lei Meng suddenly said, "My lord, look over there. That person seems about to jump into the sea!"

Gervas paused, turned his head to look at the nearby coastline, and indeed saw a youth in a silk formal gown standing at the cliff's edge, lost in thought.

Although the cliff was only a dozen meters high, the bottom was covered with sharp reefs, and the waves were extremely turbulent.

Unless one truly had no desire to live, it would be nearly impossible to go there.

"Let's go take a look!"

Gervas was not a meddlesome person, but the situation in the distance piqued his curiosity.

Because the horse beside the suicidal youth was clearly a fine warhorse.

Such a good horse would surely be worth twenty gold coins.

Someone of such status, what could possibly be so unbearable that they would want to jump off a cliff?

Soon, Gervas and his party arrived at the roadside near the cliff.

"Hey, friend, what are you doing?"

Hearing the shout, Adams, standing at the cliff's edge, paused, turned around in confusion, and asked, "Are you calling me?"

"That's right. What is so unbearable that you stand at the cliff's edge? I see your warhorse is worth at least twenty gold coins; you don't look like someone short of money!"

Upon hearing this, Adams finally took a careful look at the youth speaking to him.

Although the youth's silk formal gown was not top-tier, he was clearly a wealthy noble.

The dozen or so people accompanying him were all clad in leather armor; though they bore no family insignia, each was burly with bright, sharp eyes, undoubtedly well-trained guards.

Thus, this youth's status must be high, certainly not a mere honorary baron or a merchant.

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

Good heavens! Gervas, good heavens!

Could this fellow really be mad?

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

Adams realized the other party truly did not recognize him, so he said, "My name is Adams. If you don't know me, that's fine. Please leave; my affairs are none of your concern!"

"Adams?!"

Good heavens! Gervas exclaimed "good heavens" again!

This fellow is also named Adams?

Could it be such a coincidence that he is the very person I am looking for?

Glancing at the warhorse nearby, Gervas felt the possibility was indeed very high.

"Are you Adams Marquis Marquis Aosiding?" For safety's sake, Gervas asked directly.

If not, Gervas would turn and leave immediately; after all, the other party had just told him to go, so he certainly would not meddle further.

Adams paused, "That's correct? You know me... No, you said you haven't seen me. Who are you?"

It really is him?

Gervas smiled.

Truly, one searches in vain until one finds it unexpectedly.

He had just been pondering how to find this fellow, yet the fellow was actually waiting for him right outside the city.

"Lord Adams, you may call me Harry Potter. Standing on this cliff and wanting to jump, is it perhaps because of the honey?" Gervas asked.

Adams did not answer, but his brows furrowed.

It really is?

Gervas was speechless. "Just for such a small matter? My lord, you are the eldest son of a Hou Jue!"

"Harry, is it? I have never heard of you before. Besides, my affairs are none of your concern. I say it again, please leave!"

Adams disliked the tone of the other's speech, as the words clearly carried a tone of reprimand.

"Young Master Adams, under other circumstances, I would leave immediately; I would not forcibly interfere with another's will to live or die."

"But you cannot die now, because I still wish to make a profit off you, and also have you do something for me!"

"I do not understand what you are saying!" Adams frowned.

Seeing Gervas stick like glue, he had had enough.

So, he turned his head directly, looked down at the cliff again, and then slowly lifted the foot that was already standing on the cliff's edge.

"Damn it!"

Gervas immediately cursed, "Adams, it's just honey, right? I brought it. I guarantee you can hold your Hou Jue's birthday celebration smoothly this time!"

Adams' foot immediately stopped, and he turned his head. "Are you lying to me?"

"I, Harry, swear by the God of Glory that I truly have a way to let you smoothly complete the pastry and sweet food production for the Hou Jue's birthday celebration!"

Adams' foot, which was about to step out, finally withdrew.

Gervas breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Come on, Lord Adams, it is too dangerous there. Come to me; let us talk properly!"

Adams hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and finally strode towards Gervas.

"I, Adams Marquis Marquis Aosiding, am very pleased to meet you!"

"I, Harry Potter, am also very pleased to meet you!"

"Lord Harry, how much honey have you brought this time? Can it reach eight hundred kilograms? If it can, I am willing to purchase it at five times the price!"

"Of course, if it does not reach eight hundred kilograms, five or six hundred kilograms will also do!"

As the words fell, Adams waited with a face full of hope for Gervas' reply.

After all, if there is hope, no one wants to admit defeat and seek death.

But he never expected Gervas to suddenly shake his head: "I have no honey!"

"You..." Adams' face instantly changed, first turning ashen, then flushing red. He snarled: "Are you mocking me? Did Evan send you?"

"Evan? I don't know him, Lord Adams. Please listen to my explanation—I've sworn an oath to the God of Glory. Do you think I'd lie to you?"

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, or before you die, I'll make sure you pay for daring to mock me!" Adams gritted his teeth.

"Lord Adams, although I didn't bring honey, I've brought a material even more suitable for pastries and sweets!"

Immediately, Gervas pulled out a bag of white sugar, opened the leather pouch, grabbed a small pinch and shoved it into his mouth, then held out the remaining sugar to Adams.

Adams understood Gervas's meaning. After hesitation, he still grabbed a small pinch of white sugar and put it in his mouth.

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

"This..."

The ultimate sweetness surpassed Adams' imagination.

"Lord Adams, this is called white sugar—it's a specialty of my homeland, and it's even better than honey for making sweets and pastries!"

"Because honey can only be spread on the surface of cakes, but this can blend fully into the cake, just like salt in cooking!"

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

"What's the price of this white sugar? Also, I've never seen this so-called white sugar before—I'm not sure if cakes made with it truly have the effect you claim!" Adams snapped back to his senses.

Of course, though he had tasted the sweetness of white sugar.

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