Book 2, Chapter 199

Transaction(2)

The box was separated into over ten small compartments, each containing an ore sample with a note attached stating the quantity. Bivier’s eyes lit up at the sight; being someone from the ore business in the first place, he did not need the information on the note to notice the quality. He didn’t immediately express an opinion, simply picking up each sample and carefully identifying it. He seemed so serious it was like he was playing with a lover’s breast.

Devon stretched out his fat hand, grabbing a piece of ore to fiddle about with as he spoke almost carelessly, “I heard that one of Red Cossack’s second-class caravans was robbed recently, and it was delivering various rare...