A Request Worth More Than Gold
Charles sighed softly before continuing.
"The only one left will arrive in a few days, and Young Master D'Aurelius has already reserved it."
Charles Whitmore adjusted the reading glasses resting on the bridge of his nose and carefully examined the list once again.
The old herbal merchant rarely missed opportunities to make money.
If there was a way to satisfy both customers, he would have already suggested it.
Unfortunately, there wasn't.
The thousand-year Frostheart Ginseng was simply too rare.
The entire hall became quiet.
The aroma of tea lingered in the air.
Outside, the wind rustled through the trees surrounding the Whitmore Family estate.
Inside, however, all attention shifted toward Felberta Ashbourne.
"What?"
Felberta's expression changed slightly, and she looked at Julian.
The reaction was subtle.
Most people wouldn't have noticed it.
But for someone as composed as her, even a small change in expression was unusual.
