"The price of fine salt is the same."

"Right now, fine salt is back to nine pence per pound, just like in winter!"

"I feel that if the price of barley doesn't go down, the price of fine salt will be driven to ten pence."

"As a merchant, I naturally hope to earn more profit and margins."

"But Master Lynn, if you are still exchanging fine salt with me at five pence per pound... I feel guilty."

Indeed.

In Boer's view, he is making too much!

Not to mention that he bought barley from other merchants at a price already lower than the market rate.

Buying in bulk will naturally be lower than the retail price.

It's a well-known fact.

Just look at this batch of barley totaling two hundred thousand pounds!

Two pounds for one penny, which is one hundred thousand pence, nearly four hundred and twenty Gold Pounds.

If Master Lynn continues to give him fine salt at five pence per pound exchange rate.

He can obtain twenty thousand pounds of fine salt!

He then transports these twenty thousand pounds of fine salt to Kakasong City, selling them to his familiar salt merchant.

Even after deducting various city entry taxes, etc., he can still gain a pure profit of three pence per pound of fine salt!

That's sixty thousand pence!

Converted to Gold Pounds...

A whole two hundred and fifty Gold Pounds!

That's just too much!

Listening to Boer's words, Lynn couldn't help but smile.

"Mr. Boer, what is there to feel guilty about?"

"You are a merchant, a businessman without deceit!"

"The ultimate goal of a traveling merchant is to achieve maximum profit, isn't it?"

He truly did not expect Boer to suddenly say such a thing.

Could it be that he was indeed giving too much?

It's just fine salt at a price three or four pence below market rate for trading.

On second thought.

Lynn still felt that the problem lies with Boer himself.

Boer is too honest.

Grayson, also a merchant, never felt guilty.

Grayson wished Lynn could trade with him at even lower prices.

Seeing Boer's face filled with difficulty, Lynn continued speaking.

"Mr. Boer, let me say it again."

"Whatever exchange price I give you, that's my own matter!"

"What you need to do is transport large quantities of goods or grain to the territory, exchange and take them away, that's enough."

"As for how much profit you can make after taking them away."

"That's your own skill!"

Listening to Lynn's firm voice, Boer's eyes slightly wavered.

He responded resolutely, "Yes, Master Lynn!"

The deal was confirmed.

Lynn called for George, instructing him to arrange personnel to unload and load goods.

While waiting, the sky gradually darkened.

Lynn and Boer sat on a long bench, looking towards the Lord's Square.

There, groups of townsmen who had finished dinner sat around the bonfire.

While warming themselves by the fire, they engaged in chit-chat, enjoying their leisure time after work.

Watching this scene, Boer's eyes were full of envy.

This kind of life, it seems he has never enjoyed.

Even after beginning to trade and exchange with Master Lynn, earning substantial profits.

His wealth became abundant, identity and status enhanced.

He was still living in fear.

A merchant without personal armed forces for protection, even if wealthy.

Is merely a house pig raised by the Lord.

Can be slaughtered for meat at any time.

In contrast, Master Lynn's remote territory is the true paradise.

Boer raised his eyebrows, suddenly thought of something.

He turned to look at Lynn, and said, "Sorry, Master Lynn, I almost forgot to inform you about an urgent matter."

Lynn looked at Boer.

Boer moved his hand, took out a letter from his personal pocket, and handed it over.

Lynn reached out and took it.

Boer explained, "Master Lynn, Janet Frank sent personnel to track my caravan."

"She has already learned about your city walls, your territory."

"Janet even brought her Guard Captain to my chamber of commerce, threatening me to deliver this letter to you."

"She said she wants to establish a cooperation with you."

Saying this, Boer stood up from the bench, bowed deeply to Lynn.

"Of course, Master Lynn, your existence being known to outsiders is all Boer's fault."

"However, regarding any punishment Master Lynn gives Boer, Boer has no complaints."

After hearing Boer's words, Lynn wasn't too surprised.

More and more merchants are transporting goods to his territory.

If no one knew about it, even Lynn would find it strange.

"Stand up, Mr. Boer, you did nothing wrong."

Hearing this, Boer hesitated for a moment before finally standing upright.

Lynn's gaze turned to the letter in his hand.

The wax seal at the opening had a drop of red animal fat wax.

On the dry and hard wax seal, there was a circular shield emblem.

Clearly.

This circular shield is the emblem of Frank Manor.

With a movement of his hand, Lynn opened the envelope and took out a piece of letter paper.

After opening it, he started to read.

Boer, standing opposite Lynn, stayed silent, quietly waiting.

Lynn glanced over the contents and committed them to memory.

The letter's contents were simple.

Janet wanted to meet Lynn in person to discuss a collaboration to overthrow the remaining Three Great Estates of Morgan Town.

Lynn's gaze turned to Boer, noticing that he was still troubled.

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