All of them? Such a big client.
Lear gave the Dark Night Elf God high praise.
"I like doing business with someone as straightforward as you. I'm curious what Tanamor plans to use for the trade?"
"We possess a significant stockpile of rare minerals and precious resources that are hard to find outside."
The shadow of the Dark Night Elf God spoke calmly.
"You can list the materials you have, and later send someone to discuss the specific details of the transaction."
Lear happily nodded.
"It should be so."
What was their status? Gods, supreme rulers of the rules!
Setting a large cooperation framework is enough; let the people below handle the details.
How could they possibly argue red-faced over petty profits? That's too disgraceful and affects their status.
After setting the general direction, Lear looked toward the magnificent city composed of Treants in the back, expressing admiration.
"It's my first time seeing such a city construction, truly impressive."
