"Hmm... Miss White?"

A man in formal clothes and glasses grabbed the membership card in my hand.

The man had small, pure eyes and a body that was slightly shorter than mine, but since I was actually taller than most women in general, I thought the average height of a man was probably the same as him. Physically, he also seemed to be the same age as me, 27 years old or early 30 years old.

The man with glasses, checking the list of commodities on the parchment, he examined it carefully and then put the parchment back on the table.

"...."

"I want to sell everything."

"Everything?"

"Yes, at a fair price."

Hearing what I said, the man then adjusted his glasses again so that the frost from the cold air wouldn't cover his limited vision.

With a low breathing voice, the buyer asked me a question.

"...How is Mr. Gustaf?"

"He died."

"D-Dead?"

As if not believing what I said, the man then put his left hand to his ear while fixing his earpiece so he could hear more clearly. But of course, the meaning of my words could not possibly be misunderstood.

This guy just couldn't accept reality.

I then told him what had happened to Gustaf.

"Mr. Gustaf was killed by bandits, but my people suspect that the murder may have been committed by a dangerous organization called the Death order."

While watching the man's reaction and placing the bloodied piece of Gustaf's uniform on the table, I continued.

"Before the tragedy, the town in the south where we bought furs had been attacked and set on fire by members of the death order. For that reason too, Mr. Gustaf ordered me to bring the caravan full of furs separately from his entourage."

There shouldn't be any loopholes in my words, even if they were suspicious of my lies and chose to check it out in person, they would eventually find all the evidence would match everything I said.

But would they go that far?

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The glasses man in front of me then looked this way, our gazes meeting as if trying to guess what the other party was thinking.

"So who exactly are you?"

"I'm just an ordinary employee of Mr. Gustaf's company."

"I've never seen you before, as far as our cooperation with Mr. Gustaf, he never once mentioned your name."

"Perhaps Mr. Gustaf does not like to talk about personal matters to others. I was originally connected to Mr. Gustaf through his deceased son."

At the same time I tried to prepare everything. My hands reached for my hips to make sure the black sword covered by the coat was still well hidden, and if my slash was slow, I could use the handgun.

But right now, that didn't seem necessary. Killing this guy would only make my situation worse. I should probably be glad that the majority of the townspeople have problems with human resource skills, but even so the merchants tend to be ambitious making those who succeed as merchants the more cunning type of people. Some might be troublesome with their unpredictable moves.

These people, even if they live in a primitive civilization, I cannot simply underestimate their abilities. Vigilance is the key point in every situation.

I should try other, more subtle ways.

The man in front of me now then smiled kindly like a businessman.

"So, Mr. Gustaf often talks about his son, he also mentioned that his son had a girlfriend. I didn't know that the woman Mr. Gustaf mentioned was you."

I replied to this man with a nod as if confirming his conjecture.

Apparently, it would be very strange for a mature woman like me to have no experience in a marriage.

Hence, this man began to assume that I was the former lover of Gustaf's dead son. In his eyes, this possibility made the most sense to him.

With this opportunity, I then started asking questions.

"Speaking of feathers. What exactly did we send these feathers for?"

"Oh, did Mr. Gustaf not tell you? A prince is coming, reportedly the kingdom assigned the Second prince to lead the city. If such a Royal family comes here, how many other noble families do you think will follow him."

"But wouldn't it be too much to assume that a prince would bring enough nobles just to govern a city? If it's just an ordinary inauguration or ball, those nobles will probably leave soon and there will only be a few nobles who will stay."

"Haha, that's just your thoughts Miss White... forget it, now let's talk business."

As he said that, I noticed that this man occasionally looked to the side.

I immediately followed what this man was looking at, there was a beautiful girl younger than me covered by a black hooded coat.

I have to admit that this young girl took good care of her body, her porcelain-white face, innocent expression, blue eyes, golden hair and breasts were bigger than mine. But when it comes to height, it's clear that I'm far above her, she's a little short.

From her demeanor, I was sure that this girl was waiting for our conversation. Is she this guy's girlfriend? I don't think so.

...

After finishing with the transaction, I headed to the city center park.

It's actually quite unique, the buildings in this city have three floors, each building looks like a mix of European civilization with ancient Greece.

Some more modern touches adorn some of the buildings, but still the civilization that humans have passed through is impossible to return to so it will be more likely to create their own uniqueness.

The tools for construction still use simple mechanisms without you heavier machines, their ability to create tall buildings exceeding 12 floors is still limited.

But at a higher level, there was a larger building, it was in the center of the city, I guessed that it was then a large palace or fortress, the white colored stone columns reminded me of the ancient Roman architectural style.

Sitting at a wooden table close to the statue that emitted water. I then reached for the money bag from under my coat. Inside was an enormous amount of gold coins.

"For 381 furs with each fur costing 130 copper coins, I resold at one silver coin sixty copper coins for each fur in the market. Meanwhile, each common laborer costs two silver coins, the number of laborers I brought with me was 30. The mercenaries were worth eight silver coins and there were 15 of them, and I also had to pay five silver coins for the rent of the chariots. There are eight horse-drawn carriages in the caravan."

Grabbing one gold coin and playing, I went back to counting.

"I spent eight gold coins on shipping costs, 10 gold coins to buy all those furs. Including other things like warehouse rent and taxes, I spent at least 19 gold coins just to get a profit of one gold coin. It's horrible."

I bowed my head at the results I got. I couldn't even believe what officials from developing countries might have thought in the past when they continued to sell their natural resources at such a low price. The profits were really unbelievable, so few and far between.

The principle of capitalism states that to get more profit is to reduce production costs while increasing selling value. Logically, that may be possible, but reality says that such a thing is very difficult, everyone has their own interests and needs so reducing production costs is always a major problem, it is very difficult to balance everything except robbing it from others.

In a brief silence, after a while, I moved my smooth white hands covered in black gloves to grab the heavy bag of money, it was much heavier than the handgun I was carrying. Then I inserted the bag of gold into the larger bag.

I counted it, about 145 gold coins. Smiling slightly at what I got makes me want to thank someone.

"Mr. Gustaf, you really made a lot of money."