Lynn nodded, "Go ahead."
After all six thousand five hundred pounds of fine salt were loaded onto Grayson's wagon.
He wasted no time, climbed onto the wagon, and left Lynn's territory.
This deal with Master Lynn filled him with hope for the future!
If... he truly became the Patriarch of the Brown Clan, he would absolutely reckon with everyone in the Brown Clan!
Those ridiculous family rules!
As Grayson gradually disappeared from sight, Lynn withdrew his gaze.
Lynn naturally knew that the more merchants knew about this territory, the more dangerous it would become for him.
But Lynn had no choice.
He had to start making efforts.
He needed to develop quickly.
The distant enemy was his older brother, soon to inherit Marquis Ducas's position.
The near enemy, the Iron Blood Brotherhood bandits who left in disgrace a few days ago.
And the manor lord Aiden who came earlier...
Of course.
This was on the premise that the city wall was completed.
