System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 874 - 272: Mistress (10,000 Words)

Lynn adjusted his position, sliding from the bench's center to its right edge.

This action cleared plenty of room for Kari to join him.

Kari showed no hesitation.

She advanced a couple of steps and settled beside Lynn.

At once.

A subtle aroma emanated from Kari's form, wafting straight into Lynn's nostrils.

Kari caught the faint noise of Lynn inhaling.

Her mouth's edges lifted visibly.

Lynn directed his gaze at the nearby wagon convoy and questioned.

"Miss Kari, what goods have you delivered to me this time?"

Kari traced Lynn's line of sight and clarified.

"Leather, a massive haul of leather."

"Loaded on ten wagons, amounting to fifty thousand pounds of leather."

"Master Lynn, you might not realize, but securing this leather involved clashes with rival traders!"

"Luckily, I called upon the Brown Clan's reputation, scaring that merchant off."

Lynn tilted his head a bit to face Kari and remarked.

"Looks like I owe you a thanks, Miss Kari."

The moment his words ended.

A flash of Kari's snowy cleavage, framed by her leather armor, seized his attention.

Lynn's stature surpassed Kari's; seated on the bench, the elevation gap persisted.

Lynn's eyes nearly took in the entire sight.

Youthful, boasting a fiendishly alluring figure.

As a savvy merchant, Kari instinctively highlighted her natural assets.

A single or double occurrence might escape Lynn's notice.

Yet Kari always appeared in such attire during visits to his territory.

What's crucial.

Under the blazing sun, Kari offered no cover.

Boldly parading her curves before him.

Lynn found himself wondering.

Was Kari intending this deliberately?

A sparkle danced in Kari's eyes.

To Lynn, she declared, "Naturally, Master Lynn."

"Picture this... acquiring this leather alone consumed months of my time!"

"For other merchandise, sourcing from itinerant sellers in Kakasong City or close ports would be simple."

"In that span, I could've visited your domain at least thrice."

"Gains from those runs would've dwarfed leather profits by twofold or triple!"

Lynn gave a nod, "Miss Kari, I get it fully."

"That's precisely why I offered rates above market value earlier!"

"Leather fetches five pence per pound now; I'll pay six pence!"

Despite building a ranch within his domain.

Poultry and livestock numbers there kept growing.

Yet mass butchering scale remained distant.

The territory lacked steady leather supply.

Meanwhile, weaving workshop sewing demanded heaps of leather per composite armor set.

For crafting inner layers.

Or binding armor plates together.

Woodworker workshop's heavy gear and bow workshop's crossbows also needed leather parts.

Kari venturing beyond the territory.

To hunt down and buy leather proved invaluable to him.

Yet sourcing such items cost Kari extra time and toil.

Brilliance lit Kari's eyes, her speech brimming with admiration.

"Master Lynn, you're truly the most bountiful lord I've encountered!"

Lynn remained indifferent.

Five pence market rate wasn't Kari's bulk buy cost!

Her acquisition from traders or noble ranches topped out near four pence.

Even hauling this leather to market instead of his land would've yielded spread profits.

However,

No match for swapping at six pence per pound of fine salt, half the going rate from him.

Such deals yielded extraordinary returns!

Without his surface salt deposit.

Without his salt works yielding four thousand pounds each day.

He couldn't afford such lavish trades!

Viewing fine salt deals in isolation, Lynn indeed lost out.

However.

Trading boundless fine salt for desired goods always profited him.

Exchange calculations raced through Lynn's thoughts.

"Fifty thousand pounds of leather at six pence each totals One Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty Gold Pounds."

"Swap for fine salt, or hand over One Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty Gold Pounds."

Kari's full lips formed a grin, "Master Lynn, fine salt it is, of course."

After countless deals, Kari knew turning cargo into fine salt maximized earnings.

Lynn nodded: "Agreed, that's sixty thousand pounds of fine salt!"

The glow in Kari's eyes intensified further.

Prior to Kari opening her mouth, Lynn's eyes turned toward George standing afar.

George nodded with comprehension after catching the discussion between Master Lynn and Kari.

He moved ahead to the wagon convoy without waiting for Lynn's commands.

Ready to escort those wagons to the workshop-side warehouse for offloading.

With the nonstop rumble of wagon wheels echoing, the wagons left Lord’s Square one after another.

Upon the wooden bench.

Lynn and Kari stayed seated there.