His gaze turned to Gasper, who showed no sign of trembling, "I am Gasper, a friend of Mr. Boer."
"I came here under Mr. Boer's instructions, transporting grain, and taking the opportunity to meet the Lord..."
"If there's a chance, we can reach a long-term trade agreement!"
George glanced at Gasper and said calmly, "Mr. Gasper, whether a long-term trade can be reached is not just determined by words."
"As long as you can steadily transport goods to the territory and conduct trade, our Master will naturally take notice."
Gasper nodded, "I was too presumptuous, Mr. George."
He shifted his words and continued, "Since it's my first time coming to the Lord's territory, I only transported six thousand pounds of barley."
"As for the price..."
George moved his body, leaning against the back of the chair behind him.
"You can name your price, as long as it's within Master Lynn's acceptable range!"
Ackman, standing behind Gasper, listened to their conversation with a burst of impatience in his heart.
Clearly, things that could be explained in a few sentences were complicatedly stretched out in their mouths.
However.
Ackman still caught a clue.
The Lord of this land, just as Jeremy said, is called—Lynn!
What Jeremy said indeed had some truth to it.
After continuous haggling, in the end, it was agreed upon.
What shocked Ackman was that the currency in this land turned out to be fine salt!
There is a salt mine in this territory, and moreover, a method to produce fine salt.
Until now.
Ackman finally understood.
Why Aiden is so persistent in wanting to seize this territory.
Salt mine, fine salt!
A single salt mine is enough to change the fate of a family!
From impoverishment to wealth, even gaining political power!
Aiden wants to seize this territory and then change the Morrison Clan that is about to decline.
So that's it!
The next second.
Ackman suddenly thought of something.
Aiden asked him to deliver the letter to Wind Hill Castle!
Out of loyalty to Aiden, he did not open the letter to inspect it.
But now, thinking carefully, it is obviously related to the salt mine in this land.
While Ackman was pondering in his mind, George's voice entered his ears.
"Mr. Gasper, the sky is already late, after transporting the goods and loading them onto the carriage, it will be late at night."
"If you don't mind, you can stay overnight at the Merchant Guild hall."
"Here, there are rooms specially set up for visiting merchants..."
Gasper shook his head, just about to speak, when Ackman's reminding voice sounded.
"Lord, the horses have been hungry for days..."
Gasper glanced at Ackman and raised an eyebrow, "Is that so?"
He shifted his gaze towards George, apologetically saying, "Mr. George, in that case, might I trouble you for the night?"
George didn't mind, "Mr. Gasper, you're too kind."
Under George's arrangement.
Whether it was Gasper or Ackman, or the guards and grooms, all stayed in the Merchant Guild hall.
In the spacious room, Ackman's gaze passed through the glazed window, looking at the distant darkness.
He seemed to be contemplating something.
Gasper, sitting on a chair, watched Ackman's back and inquired, "Chief Attendant, are you planning to gather intelligence on this territory?"
"Staying here overnight is not a good thing."
Hearing Gasper's words, Ackman turned around, crossed his arms in front of him, and stared directly at Gasper.
"Who is the Mr. Boer you speak of? How did you know that mentioning his name could get us inside the city walls?"
Gasper's brow furrowed slightly, "Chief Attendant, what do you mean by this? Are you doubting me?"
Ackman continued to stare at him, "No, I'm just curious."
"You say you come from a small village, a Free Person working outside, escaping a bandit attack."
"But the ability you've shown so far is not something a common Free Person can explain."
"Come on, tell me who you really are."
Facing Ackman's direct gaze, Gasper remained unchanged.
"Morgan Town, Balawang Village Free Person, Gasper Balawang."
Hearing Gasper's firm words, Ackman's suspicion slightly diminished.
"Tell me about Mr. Boer you mentioned!"
Gasper hesitated for a few seconds before speaking, "Chief Attendant, don't you know of Boer Hansen, a local agricultural merchant, whose value has multiplied several times in just a few months and established a Merchant Guild?"
Ackman remained silent.
Gasper continued, "It's fair to say that Boer is the biggest merchant in all of Morgan Town."
"Since that's the case, the Lord who needs to trade should naturally know him, right?"
"Of course, I was just trying, and it turned out to be successful..."
Ackman frowned slightly.
Gasper's explanation seemed a bit far-fetched.
But he couldn't find any angle to question it.
After pondering briefly.
Ackman said sternly, "You stay in the room tonight, preparing for any contingencies."
"I'll take advantage of the night and go out to gather some intelligence!"
Gasper nodded, "Yes, Chief Attendant."
Ackman did not call any other attendants, went to the door, listened slightly, confirmed nothing unusual.
Reached out to open the room door, quickly walked out.
While listening to the surrounding movements, Ackman scanned the area around him.