Lucas looked at Silas for a moment.
Inwardly, he clicked his tongue.
See? I knew it. This guy definitely has some kind of agenda.
Just like stock market people—smell money from miles away.
"...Hah," he muttered quietly, then nodded.
"Fine. What is it?"
Silas didn't waste time.
"Does this field already have a regular buyer?"
Lucas shook his head.
"Not yet. It's just about to be harvested."
Silas's eyes narrowed slightly.
Good.
His thoughts began moving at once.
"In that case," he said smoothly, "I would like to purchase the entire tomato harvest from this field."
Lucas raised an eyebrow slightly.
"How much?"
Silas smiled professionally.
"I will buy it at a fair price."
Inwardly, he scoffed.
This stupid lad… acting as if he knows better than me.
He continued, his tone polished and sales-oriented.
"Six gold coins per Libra Guild."
Lucas did not react immediately.
He truly did not know the normal price of tomatoes in this region. His expression remained flat.
