In Lynn's mind, calculations immediately began.

Fifty Upper-Class Warhorses from Badan, each priced at Thirty Gold Pounds...

Adding it up, that's One Thousand Five Hundred Gold Pounds, or Sixty Thousand pounds of fine salt!

Pork is Three pence per pound...

That's One Hundred Twenty-Five Gold Pounds or Five Thousand pounds of fine salt!

With such a huge amount, Lynn's thoughts moved, opening the [Resource Management] panel.

[Processed Resources]:

Fine salt: 67,000 pounds

Seeing this, Lynn calmly spoke, "A total of Sixty-Five Thousand pounds of fine salt, or..."

Alan showed a hint of expectation with a smile, "Master Lynn, fine salt, fine salt!"

Despite the Sea Siren having left, the price of fine salt in the Karedi Empire is gradually decreasing.

Yet now the salt price remains as high as Nine pence per pound.

As long as fine salt is exported, there's still a large profit from price differences.

Lynn responded, "Alright."

Then Lynn's gaze fell on Kuisi and George.

The two understood instantly, separately arranging townsmen to unload the pork and guide the warhorses to the distant pasture.

Having Lynn confirm, George's tense heart eased slightly.

Though this trade is just fifty warhorses, the transaction amount is high.

Reaching One Thousand Five Hundred Gold Pounds.

For Alan, this doesn't count as the biggest transaction.

Yet it can still rank in the top ten!

If Master Lynn isn't satisfied with this batch of warhorses, reselling them will be troublesome.

The long travel and transportation put the warhorses in a strange and noisy environment without effective training.

These warhorses will quickly become skinny.

At that time... these warhorses will receive no favor from any lord.

Ultimately, they will only head to the slaughterhouse, becoming food.

Then, Alan will suffer a complete loss!

The townsmen transported Ten Thousand pounds of pork to the cellar, and the warhorses headed to the pasture.

Afterward, more than Sixty Thousand pounds of fine salt must be loaded onto the wagons.

It's an extremely long process.

Lynn led Alan to Lex's tavern.

Sitting at an empty square table, Red once again served as an attendant.

He began pouring drinks for Lynn and Alan.

After lightly clinking glasses, Lynn and Alan drank in one go.

After a few cups, Alan's cautious heart instantly opened.

"Has Master Lynn heard about how the Sea Siren in the Gibraltar Strait left?"

Lynn calmly said, "It's rumored that a Witch drove them away?"

Alan's face showed some surprise but soon understood.

This territory is far from the Gibraltar Strait, and knowing such information most likely comes from other merchants.

Alan instantly thought of Grayson.

Alan shook his head, "Master Lynn, this isn't a rumor, it's true!"

Lynn remained silent.

Alan continued speaking: "Rumored to be an extraordinary Witch, rain can't get close, barefoot, striding with long legs to drive away the Sea Sirens..."

"Sounds quite magical."

"But... it's real!"

Alan looked directly at Lynn, "Because I've seen that Witch, she's truly captivating, even for a moment, she'll leave an indelible impression for a lifetime."

"She has a dreamy name - Joyful Witch!"

"She also has a terrifying name - Painful Witch!"

Lynn became interested, yet remained silent, listening quietly.

Alan said, "Joyful Witch will, at the most joyful moment with someone, lead them into darkness as a skeleton!"

"Yet countless people are still searching for her, just to have even a fleeting moment of intimacy!"

Alan paused his words, took the beer Red poured on the table, and gulped it down.

It seems that sharing these words left him both thirsty and hungry.

Setting down the glass, Alan spoke with interest to Lynn, "Master Lynn, Grayson must have speculated to you about who's behind Joyful Witch, right?"

Lynn nodded, "Of course, the most likely is none other than the Emperor of the Kaldi Empire."

Alan quickly answered, "Yes, yes, now nearly the whole Karedi Empire thinks so."

"But what's confusing everyone is, as the only victim, the Grand Duke of Red Dragon hasn't said a word!

"After losing against the Sea Sirens, he returned to his domain disgraced."

"An Emperor relying on a Witch to aid in ruling the Empire!"

"A Grand Duke's men suffered countless casualties, yet he remained silent and endured…"

"Master Lynn, do you know what this means?"

Upon hearing this, Lynn's eyebrow slightly raised.

His fingers rhythmically tapped on the table.

Alan continued speaking, "Master Lynn, war..."

"A bigger war is about to sweep across the entire Kaldi!"

Alan's expression turned excited, even standing up abruptly.

"No! It could even affect all Empires in the central regions of the Garonia Continent!"

"By then, the Empire's power will reshuffle drastically..."

Looking at Lynn's calm face, Alan's face showed a hint of confusion.

"Master Lynn, aren't you excited?"

"With war, you'll have the opportunity to rise quickly!"

"With war, I can buy large quantities of goods from other lords and sell them to you!"

Lynn's eyes slightly narrowed.

He naturally knows war's arrival will lead to changes in the world's layout.

And understands that only during wartime can a low-profile lord like him find a chance to rise.

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