System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 846 - 267: Horse Trainer (10,000 Words) (3)

He mulled it over silently in his thoughts for a moment.

After some reflection, he understood that, beyond Lynn’s territory, no other lord’s domain or patch of land offered a secure spot to house Old Simeon’s family.

Once Old Simeon got settled, a wave of relief washed over Alan.

He went on addressing Lynn: "Besides the two hundred medium warhorses, I’ve also delivered fifty thousand pounds of grain to you, Master Lynn."

"Master Lynn, upon reaching the Karedi Empire, I discovered just how steep grain prices have climbed here?"

"Almost two pounds per penny? Matching the cost of wheat in ordinary seasons!"

Lynn picked up on it plainly from Alan’s remarks.

In this stretch of time, Alan hadn’t stayed within the Karedi Empire, or anywhere close by.

Otherwise,

given the grain price surge persisting for nearly half a year, a trader like him couldn’t possibly remain oblivious to the rumors.

Lynn even suspected Alan hadn’t pursued any commerce lately!

Yet,

with Alan keeping silent on the matter, Lynn chose not to pry.

Lynn replied: "Prices have spiked a bit too much, indeed."

"But the summer harvest draws near."

"After the harvest floods the market with grain, costs will start dropping steadily."

Excess supply over demand always drives prices down.

It’s a timeless law of the marketplace.

"Still, Mr. Alan, regardless of timing or market rates,"

"should you bring goods to my territory, I’ll buy them with Gold Pounds or trade for whatever you require."

Alan grasped the firm assurance in Lynn’s words and responded.

"That’s perfect, Master Lynn."

Lynn eyed the cargo Alan had hauled in and said,

"Very well, Mr. Alan, let’s settle on a price to seal this deal."

Alan blinked in slight surprise, then agreed: "Master Lynn speaks true—business waits for no one!"

"Medium warhorses from the Badan Empire go for twenty Gold Pounds apiece!"

"As for the fifty thousand pounds of barley, figure it at today’s rate: two pounds per penny."

Alan’s voice took on new eagerness, "Master Lynn, fine salt!"

"Just swap all this cargo for fine salt on my behalf—that works perfectly."

Lynn acknowledged it, his mind racing swiftly.

Moments later,

Lynn declared: "Two hundred warhorses come to four thousand Gold Pounds!"

"Fifty thousand pounds of barley equal twenty-five thousand pence."

"Exchanging everything for fine salt yields one hundred ninety-seven thousand pounds!"

Right after voicing the figures,

a sudden idea struck Lynn, prompting him to pull up the [Resource Management] panel.

Fortune smiled,

thanks to steady buildup over time.

His warehouse now held close to five hundred thousand pounds of fine salt!

The surplus of fine salt stemmed from booming other ventures in his territory.

For instance,

Hunter, who runs Riverfront Rest tavern in Kakasong City, skips fine salt trades.

He craves gin and beer from the brewery to stock his tavern’s bar.

Take another case:

Grayson, aware of the top-tier glazed glass from Lynn’s lands, opts to barter his shipments for glassware.

Glass goods yield Grayson far greater profits.

Lynn scanned Alan’s wagons, "However, your wagons lack the space for almost two hundred thousand pounds of fine salt..."

Alan glanced at his own convoy too.

"Rest easy, Master Lynn."

"One trip won’t do? Make it two. Two not enough? Four it is..."

"My current trading vessel is a Kirk Ship, hauling nearly one hundred fifty tons!"

"Once the fine salt reaches Fisherman’s Wharf in Kakasong City, I’ll ship it onward."

Lynn gave a nod.

Alan’s prowess in river hauling didn’t catch him off guard.

Without capacity for over a hundred tons,

Alan never could’ve ferried those two hundred warhorses from the Badan Empire to the Karedi Empire!

His eyes turned to George standing close by.

George got the signal at once, nodded, and stepped away to rally the townsfolk for unloading.

Regarding Old Simeon’s family,

Lynn directed the guards to guide them along with the warhorses to the ranch.

Guy would handle their quarters and downtime.

Fresh arrivals needed time to adjust before starting horse training.

No matter the urgency for a horse trainer, it wasn’t pressing right now.

With all set in motion, Lynn turned to Alan and suggested: "Mr. Alan, while we wait for loading and unloading, how about a drink at the tavern?"

Alan’s brows arched high at the offer.

"Gladly, Master Lynn."

"Even without your invite, I’d have begged to join."

"You might not realize, but after tasting gin from your territory, all other drinks taste like plain water."

"Utterly bland!"

Lynn laughed lightly and said: "This way, please, Mr. Alan."

Accepting Lynn’s invite without hesitation,

Alan joined him en route to the tavern.

Along the path, Alan stared out toward the distant Aladia River.

He inquired with curiosity: "Master Lynn, have you sent scouts to probe upstream and downstream along that river?"

Lynn traced Alan’s line of sight.

Beyond the vast stretch of red brick homes lay the broad expanse of the Aladia River.