Aside from the hundred warhorses, there were ten four-horse drawn carriages driven in by Alan, loaded with bulging goods.

A total of sixty thousand jin of barley!

Once the deal was confirmed, George was tasked with arranging personnel for unloading and loading, while Lynn led Alan toward the tavern.

As they walked, Alan spoke, "Master Lynn, I assume I am not the first member of the Brown Clan to come to your domain for trade, am I?"

Lynn glanced at him and replied, "Indeed, you are not."

Alan's question was quite tactical.

Of course, Alan asked this to gauge information about Grayson from Lynn.

But just by affirming from Lynn that he was not the first, Alan could confirm his suspicions.

Alan seemed to sigh before continuing, "Having a caring sister, and someone as esteemed as you, Master Lynn, while being so diligent and hardworking..."

"It is only reasonable if Grayson becomes the patriarch of the Brown Clan."

Lynn looked at Alan for a moment and asked, "Mr. Alan, from your tone, are you planning to give up the fight for the patriarch's position?"

Alan's expression changed instantly, and he declared firmly, "That's impossible!"

"The only way I will give up the patriarch's position of the Brown Clan is over my dead body!"

"I have my reasons for having to become the patriarch of the Brown Clan!"

Lynn said nothing, merely listening in silence.

Whether it was the Alan in front of him, or Grayson, both seemed determined to become the patriarch of the Brown Clan!

Grayson wanted to reform and reorganize the Brown Clan.

But for what reason did Alan want to?

And as Grayson mentioned, there was another family merchant vying for the patriarch position...

Kari?

Lynn did not sense her determination.

Instead, Kari seemed more interested in seeking a marriage partner?

To free herself from the Brown Clan?

Or perhaps it was Zod who had visited his domain.

Of course.

These were all matters of the Brown Clan and had little to do with him.

What Lynn needed was for these merchants to continuously transport goods to his domain.

Whether it was to exchange for fine salt, glazed products, or alcohol!

They reached the tavern.

Lynn and Alan sat across from each other at a round table.

By their side, Red, who had transitioned from Lynn's personal guard to attendant, poured the gin for the two.

Alan, a bit surprised, picked up the glazed cup, eyeing the golden liquid within.

Before he could inquire, Lynn took the initiative to explain.

"The liquor is distilled spirits brewed in my Brewing Workshop, and the glazed cup is crafted in my Glass Workshop."

Listening to Lynn's calm introduction, Alan was quite amazed in his heart.

"Master Lynn is truly a remarkable person!"

Although he had only traded with Lynn a few times.

Every visit to Lynn's domain brought a refreshing new experience for him.

After some compliments, Alan raised the glazed cup and drank it in one gulp.

A surge of warmth flowed and spread through his body, his eyes suddenly shining brightly.

Alan exclaimed in surprise, "Master Lynn, this liquor is..."

Lynn explained once more, "It's Lexus Gin, distilled spirits named after the brewer in my Brewing Workshop."

"Mr. Alan, the gin has a high alcohol content, and it's easy to get drunk."

Alan knowingly nodded, repeating Lynn's words.

"Lexus Gin, distilled spirits..."

Repeating it a few times, Alan praised, "It's truly excellent liquor!"

Under Lynn's gaze, Red understood and poured more drinks for the two.

After a few drinks, Alan, seated on the high stool, began to sway.

His words started to slur...

"Master Lynn, do you realize how much pressure there is as a cross-regional traveling merchant...?"

"Not only worrying about potential issues with goods during transport!"

"For instance, warhorses... some couldn't adapt to the maritime environment during shipping, refused to eat feed or drink water, and ended up emaciated during the journey..."

"To prevent affecting other warhorses, I had no choice but to painfully throw them into the sea..."

"Also, worrying about arriving at the destination only to be betrayed by the lord!"

"For example, a transaction was agreed upon, with set prices, only for the lord to refuse the shipment upon arrival!"

"That's a fatal blow to a merchant."

"Even if you find someone else to trade with later, the time wasted, fees for long-term docking, time costs, etc., are irrecoverable."

At this point, Alan gave a burp.

He looked at Lynn with gratitude, saying, "Thankfully, Master Lynn, you're different from them."

"Regardless of what goods I bring over, Master Lynn, you accept them all."

"Even willing to exchange my goods for fine salt at a price lower than the market, allowing me to earn more profit."

"Master Lynn, to be honest with you, if it weren't for the huge profits."

"I really wouldn't want to transport any warhorses or grain to your remote domain."

"It's only because Marquis Duca sent Sword and Shield Corps soldiers here to suppress outlaws."

"Given the ferocity of the Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps, aside from a few of us money-grabbing Brown Clan merchants..."

"Other guild merchants truly wouldn't want to come here..."

Lynn recalled slightly in his mind.

Indeed, it was just as Alan said.

The merchants who came to his domain, aside from George and Boer, local merchants by virtue of proximity, had visited his domain.

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