"The Frank Clan was originally set to have the position of Manor Lord inherited by the eldest son Buren, but due to Buren's passing, the entire Frank Clan fell into chaos."

"Jonas has twelve sons... aside from a few underage sons, the other six sons are all eager, wanting to become the new Manor Lord of the Frank Clan."

"However, as far as I know, Jonas is not satisfied with any of his sons."

"On ordinary days, Jonas walks closest with Janet, and there are even rumors that Jonas lets Janet warm his bed..."

Boer raised an eyebrow, summarily addressing Hall's words.

"So, you mean that Janet, as the eldest granddaughter, wants to seize power and become the new Frank Manor Lord?"

Speaking of this.

Boer couldn't help but feel a touch of admiration for Janet.

Being a woman, involved in the Frank Clan's power struggle.

Just this courage is enough to surpass the majority of women.

Moreover, from the previous conversation, Boer could sense Janet's hunger for money.

She's an ambitious woman!

Also.

Boer feels that Janet seems to know something.

She can follow the words, deducing the presence of Master Lynn behind him!

However.

Even so.

Boer also understands that he is destined to engage in this deal with Janet.

Master Lynn needs a large amount of barley seeds to sow in the spring planting.

And he and the members of the commerce guild also need fine salt exchanged from Master Lynn's territory to gain substantial profit margin.

As for what happens afterward.

Boer can't bother worrying.

It's known that risks often coexist with opportunities.

There are less than ten days left until the end of the month, which Janet has agreed on.

Now Boer has to consider whether to inform Master Lynn about this matter...

The next second.

Boer throws this thought behind him.

Master Lynn wants only results; he just needs to see a large amount of barley, and that's enough!

Boer's gaze shifts, looking toward Holland.

"After you return, immediately gather all the commerce guild's merchants; I want to convene a full meeting!"

Holland responded, "Yes, Lord Boer."

The coachman driving ahead seems to have heard Boer's words, quickening the speed of the carriage a bit.

...

The next morning.

After breakfast, Lynn was just ready to join the planting cultivation.

A massive convoy is slowly approaching the direction of the town.

Lynn looks out.

At the front of the convoy are four-horse drawn carriages, with wheels reinforced by metal.

Each carriage is almost fully loaded, covered and concealed by sheets of linen oil cloth.

And at the rear of the carriage convoy is a queue of slaves bound and pulled by ropes and chains.

A queue followed by another queue, almost unseen is the end in the rear.

In the front and back of these queues, Rose and Earl lead nearly a hundred soldiers, escorting them.

It's clear Rose is worried about a riot occurring among the slaves entering the territory!

After a dozen minutes.

The carriage convoy arrives in front of Lynn.

A young, handsome man with a cheerful face steps down from the saddle of a warhorse.

His left hand rests on the hilt of the sword at his waist, stepping with clean leather boots, dressed in some grey-white leather armor, he comes before Lynn.

The handsome man's mouth curves up, giving a standard merchant's courtesy.

His speech is full of respect as he says, "Honorable Master Lynn, after enduring the winter season, we finally meet again."

Lynn glances at Grayson, "Indeed, Mr. Grayson."

"I thought you would never come to this remote frontier land again."

Grayson stood up, explaining, "That certainly won't be the case."

"Master Lynn, you are the most generous lord I have ever met, bar none!"

"Not making money would be a sign of mental issues."

Lynn glanced at Grayson, saying, "Let's hear it, what have you delivered for me this time?"

Grayson slightly steps aside, responding, "Master Lynn, of course, it's the slaves you most desire."

"Eight hundred slaves, all transported from the Portlands Empire."

Lynn nods with satisfaction.

With such a batch of slaves, he can immediately proceed to expand the army.

Expand the soldiers in the territory up to fifteen hundred men.

Grayson changes his tone, regretfully saying, "Master Lynn, originally there were twelve hundred slaves."

"But during the transport, my and Audrey's longship encountered a nautical disaster!"

Lynn looks at Grayson quizzically, "Nautical disaster?"

Grayson replies with lingering fear, "Yes, a giant squid!"

"Tentacles dozens of meters long, with just a casual flick, one of my longships was almost capsized!"

"But still many slaves fell into the sea and perished..."

Lynn falls silent.

Tentacles dozens of meters from a giant squid...

That can already be described as a deep-sea behemoth.

Grayson exhales warmly, relieved, "Everything has passed."

"Yes, four hundred slaves died, but I, Grayson, survived!"

"As long as I live, Master Lynn, you will never need to worry about slave issues!"

Lynn nods saying, "Mr. Grayson is indeed my most loyal partner!"

Grayson proudly replies, "That is for sure."

"Besides the eight hundred slaves, there's also a batch of leather and linen cloth."

"Seeing leftover space during the slaves' transportation, I conveniently brought them for you, Master."

Listening to this.

Lynn feels a slight joy, asking, "How much leather is there?"

Grayson recalls for a few seconds, then explains, "Four thousand pounds of leather, ten thousand yards of linen cloth."

Previously, during inspection, Yimini had reported back that the leather stock in the weaving workshops was low.

Unexpectedly, Grayson provided immediately upon his return from a winter's departure.

Lynn nods agreeably, "Very good, give me a quote, Mr. Grayson."

Grayson responded, "The slaves are likewise five shillings each, leather and linen cloth just at market price."

Upon hearing this, Lynn quickly calculates in his mind.

A dozen seconds later, he speaks to Grayson, "Would you like fine salt or glazed glass products?"

Listening to Lynn's words, a look of excited smile appears on Grayson's face.

He does not hesitate at all, replying, "Master Lynn, I want glazed glass products!"

"You haven't gone outside the territory recently, so you might not know."

"After transporting those glazed glass products from your territory, I obtained a mad rush from countless noble lords!"

"Do you know... a finely crafted glazed glass product was actually marked up to ten gold pounds by them!"

Those glazed glass products, he merely bought them for two gold pounds from Master Lynn.

An item's profit margin rate is shockingly high at four hundred percent!

With such terrifying profit margins, he naturally chooses glazed glass products.

Grayson doesn't care whether his massive sale of glazed glass products might lead to a price collapse in the whole glazed glass market.

He's all about earning quick cash!

Quickly pillaging the market, filling his pockets to the brim.

As for the future glazed glass prices, whether high, low, alive, or dead.

He doesn't give a damn.

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