On the way back to the feudal lord's mansion, Gawain shared a carriage with Amber. Watching the Merchants Guildhall fade into the distance through the window, the half-elf couldn't help but mutter, "Five years of mining rights... are you planning to exhaust the mines in that place within five years?"
"Exhaust it? Of course not. Even with advanced mining machinery and Rebecca Crystals to blast the mountains, it's impossible to hollow out the White Sand Dunes in five years," Gawain shook his head, "but I can at least ensure that in five years, I outpace the Eastern Region's fifty-year planned extraction volume—and if I don't consider any subsequent impacts and opt for destructive extraction, that number could even double."
Amber blinked, seemingly at a loss for words for a moment, until after pondering it she suddenly asked, "To be honest, is it really okay to do this?"
Gawain glanced at her, "Do what?"
