"This is, of course," Colin chuckled.
Relations thrive on reciprocity.
However... doubts suddenly arose in his heart because no power had approached him in recent days to negotiate grain transactions.
The celebration of White Flower Sea had just passed, and the pollution of the farmland had only been resolved a few days ago; perhaps they simply had not had the chance to come over yet.
After chatting a few more sentences with Nois, Colin excused himself and returned to Golden Barley.
...
"Master, Councilman Nickler is here again."
In Johnson's study, the voice of a maid emanated from the crystal on the brand-new desk.
Johnson sat in an armchair, his eyes half-closed, perhaps because of recent troubles; his complexion looked noticeably worse than before.
"... Let him in."
After a while, Johnson rubbed his brow and said gently.
The Tate Family... in the end, was still an existence he could not afford to provoke.
