"Sen! It's getting dark. Unloading and reloading sack after sack of rice is way too much trouble! And I only brought a limited number of ships this time; they simply can't hold this much…"
"Let the Chief Divine bear witness! So, since there are still two shiploads of goods left undelivered, why don't you just sell me those two Large Ships together with all the cargo on them? Just name how much Gold you want for each ship—you'll definitely make a massive profit!"
Zuwaro smiled broadly, stretched out his powerful big hand, and grabbed Mori no Kiyoshi's wrist in one go. Hu Nu and Xiong Da also each stepped forward, blocking Mori no Kiyoshi's Monk Soldiers.
At this moment, seeing the Golden Chief's expression, Mori no Kiyoshi's heart tightened. He quickly swept his gaze around, and sweat "shhh" trickled down his forehead.
