"Chief, why are you here so early? Apologies for not welcoming you from afar."
A familiar fawning voice drifted over.
Eric snapped back to reality, seeing Hugh just stepping out of a tent, greeting him with joy.
Remembering the first time he met this mustached man, the other party was very arrogant. Now that was completely gone. As expected of a merchant, indeed his attitude was flexible.
As soon as his call rang out, not long after, from another tent, Corbin hurriedly draped a cloak over himself and also crawled out, laughing heartily to greet him.
Eric noticed that Corbin was in another, slightly smaller tent. It seemed he had yielded the main tent to Henry last night.
"I kept thinking about the transaction, so I came early." Eric smiled and pointed to the bag in Arthur's hand.
Corbin smiled and lifted the tent curtain: "Then please come inside to talk."
Eric glanced again at the scene of slaves milking cows, gave a slight smile, and walked into Corbin's tent.
