For other Lords, the price of fifty Gold Pounds is indeed very expensive.

But for Lynn, with his three open-pit mines, it's just a drop in the bucket.

Fifty Gold Pounds are just two thousand pounds of fine salt!

Lynn spoke, "I want all these warhorses."

Draft horses can also be ridden, but due to their large physique, they are very heavy and lack mobility, and their speed is inadequate.

Although draft horses are gentle, steady, and patient, they lack alertness and the instinct to fight.

Therefore, draft horses are best suited for transporting goods.

As such, the price of a draft horse is not high.

But trained adult warhorses are different.

They do not fear fire, they aren't scared of battles, and will even charge into the enemy's long spear formation without hesitation.

This is the difference between warhorses and draft horses.

Only with a multitude of warhorses can one form a formidable cavalry that strikes fear into others!

Hearing Lynn's affirmation, a look of relief appeared on Alan's face.

Badan Pure-blood Horse, fifty Gold Pounds each.

There are eighteen here, totaling nine hundred Gold Pounds!

Converting to the fine salt he needs, that's thirty-six thousand pounds!

Thirty-six thousand pounds of fine salt!

Even after years of venturing between the sea and various empires, Alan couldn't help but feel a bit excited.

It is because the Lord before him is Master Lynn; if it were some other small Manor Lord,

they certainly wouldn't be willing to take out so many Gold Pounds to arm their cavalry.

It should be known, the Ability of Badan Purebred Horses is extremely outstanding.

But their price is just too high!

Only some Emperors of the Empire, to replenish their Guard cavalry, or some Lords to reward their offspring, would purchase a few Badan Purebred Horses.

With Grayson's understanding of Alan, he naturally knew what Alan was thinking at the moment.

However, he didn't say much.

Instead, Alan gave Grayson a provocative look.

Of course.

Grayson directly ignored him.

Lynn's voice sounded again.

"These top-notch warhorses... as long as they are qualified adult warhorses, and as long as you can transport them here, no matter how many there are, I can exchange all of them for fine salt!"

Hearing this.

The light in Alan's eyes became more evident.

The reason he brought eighteen top-notch warhorses this time was to gauge Master Lynn's attitude.

If Master Lynn is willing to trade with fine salt, he can immediately contact several large ranchers he knows to transport their trained warhorses over.

He was waiting for Master Lynn to say this!

Alan's words were full of laughter, "As you wish, next time there will be more warhorses!"

Lynn responded.

After confirming the trade.

A group of villagers began unloading.

Only then did Alan notice the anomaly in the village.

He looked at the empty village, full of confusion.

"Master Lynn, you are...?"

Lynn didn't need to hide anything, "Rebuilding the village. The place you stand on will turn into a castle."

Alan nodded in understanding.

His heart was full of admiration.

Master Lynn's development Speed is indeed too fast.

Perhaps, the next time he brings warhorses to Master Lynn's territory,

there will be earth-shaking changes here!

After a long time.

All the food and goods on the twenty horse-drawn carriages were unloaded.

Bags of fine salt were loaded onto Grayson's and Alan's carriages.

But neither Grayson nor Alan intended to leave.

Alan looked at Grayson, asking, "Aren't you leaving?"

Grayson also stared directly at Alan, "Why haven't you left?"

Alan raised an eyebrow, "Of course, I have a private matter to discuss with Master Lynn."

Grayson smirked, "What a coincidence, so do I."

Watching these two guys, Lynn shook his head somewhat helplessly.

Whether it's Grayson or Alan, they are both merchants who have traversed various areas and empires.

With their Ability to achieve such a level, their skills need no further mention.

But since they met, they've been like kids plotting against each other!

Is this the tradition of the Brown Clan?

Lynn interrupted their argument and said, "One at a time?"

Grayson and Alan exchanged a glance before nodding.

Grayson courteously stepped back.

Once Grayson had gone far enough, Alan spoke, "Master Lynn, actually my topic is very simple..."

"Be careful of Grayson!"

"He's not as simple as he looks or as you think."

Lynn raised an eyebrow, looking at Alan, asking, "Tell me more?"

Alan's gaze shifted, glancing at George and Red by Lynn's side.

Seeing no intention from Master Lynn to dismiss the two of them, he understood that they were Master Lynn's trusted aides.

Alan continued, "I admit Grayson is more handsome, looks much better than me."

"But Master Lynn, you surely don't know, he has a nickname... the Copper Stench Demon!"

Lynn's interest was piqued.

Alan just intended to continue when a cold sensation suddenly pressed against his neck.

Cold and sharp.

Like a Demon whispering, a voice sounded in his ear.

"If you continue to talk nonsense, even if you're wearing Armor and a Helmet, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

"And even if I kill you, the Brown Clan won't be able to do anything to me!"

Seeing this scene, the dozens of Alan's Guards,

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