Ron wasn't happy with the idea of Goldenveil opening its ports to other merchants, but his unhappiness didn't matter.
Even Amelia shouldn't be able to help Ethan create something that big, so Ethan must have an even stronger supporter!
Ron couldn't afford to lose Ethan as an ally, and he knew full well that the young lord's backer was even more terrifying than his mother.
If there was one thing that governed merchants as much as gold itself, it was the fear of ending up dead—and without that very gold—for being too curious and greedy.
Being entitled to fifty percent of all surplus production was already a marvelous thing in itself, and he had already won Ethan's trust anyway.
With a stifled sigh, Ron raised his fist, meeting Ethan's halfway. Their spatial rings touched with a soft metallic clink, a faint pulse of energy threading between the two artifacts.
He transferred the entire amount at once, drawing a broad smile from the young lord standing beside him.
