Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 25: The Lord is Hiring

Chapter 25: The Lord is Hiring

Enthusiastically taking the items, after just a glance, Adams Smith's face changed, and with a tone of disbelief, he said excitedly:

"This is... a space belt? And it's of medium capacity, worth at least 5000 gold coins!"

"And this one, Swift Boots, with blue-green scales and a faint aura, likely infused with the silk of Roc Feathers, valued at 800 gold coins..."

"Huh, and there's an enchantment? A highly practical one like 'Assault'? Its value reaches at least 8800 gold coins!"

Seeing Adams Smith reveal a bit of expertise, Matthew knew he had come prepared, clearly a merchant with a story. Matthew smiled faintly:

"Sell these two items, but keep it confidential."

"The 1960 gold coins owed for the goods will be deducted from the sales."

"I don't care how much you profit, but I expect the goods I want to be ready."

Pushing a badge of the Ser family across the table, Matthew gave Adams Smith a deep look and said calmly:

"Don't disappoint me!"

Holding the white mage tower insignia in both hands, despite all his preparation and confidence, Adams Smith still felt like he was in a dream after getting it so easily.

"From now on, I'm a merchant with backing!"

At the same time, Adams Smith felt an indescribable awe for the mysterious lord.

The identity of an arcanist, the Ser family background, and the suspected alchemy skills all pointed to his bet being successful.

Adams Smith also knew that all of this came with conditions.

He would only enjoy such protection if he met the lord's demands and completed his tasks.

When Adams Smith looked up again, he found that Matthew had disappeared from view, and standing before him was the smiling Steward Ralph.

Adams Smith's heart raced, his ability to read people as well as situations was quite accurate.

He could see that the lord didn't particularly care whether he completed the task or not, which was common among many spellcaster lords.

But Steward Ralph was entirely different. One glance was enough to tell that he was sharp and not easy to deal with.

Taking out a notebook from behind him, Ralph handed Adams Smith a piece of parchment, his eyes polite yet his tone serious:

"These are the items the lord wants. Most you should be able to bring, but keep these few secret."

Adams Smith's heart tightened as he took the parchment, his face subtly changing as he quietly read:

"2 million pounds of wheat, 1000 gold coins!"

"100,000 pounds of high-quality rice seeds, 200 gold coins!"

"10,000 chickens, 50 gold coins!"

"10,000 ducks, 50 gold coins!"

"1000 pigs, 500 gold coins!"

"500 oxen, 250 gold coins!"

"50 warhorses, 500 gold coins!"

"Crossbows x20, 400 gold coins!"

"250 pounds of casting materials, 50 gold coins!"

"100 magic crystals, 500 gold coins!"

"Recruitment: Mid-level blacksmiths, mid-level tailors, mid-level leatherworkers, and other manufacturing talents."